"It's OK -- we're friends. This can be normal. Here, hand me my pants." (Because that's a normal sentence for friends to say.)

The backpedaling, oh god, the backpedaling. Raj is just making angry, muted noises (no booze at a teenage sleepover), but Howard -- Howard is in rare form. He calmly checks his strike count with Sheldon, but he's at two and the reset course now requires a physical education credit that no one's anxious to learn about.

Spooning with Jeff Winger. It's not that she all of the sudden believes in God, it's just -- clearly someone is fucking with her.

Sarah ends up helping with food prep. Not kitchen stuff exactly, more like: Sarah can apparently break a chicken's neck like nobody's business. (And somehow that doesn't draw attention? He maybe rolls his eyes the first time she does it.)

While I deem such things arbitrary and subjective, it's scientific fact that those who society views as 'attractive' have more opportunities. In essence, our offspring would be unstoppable.

(When she gets home that night she translates, Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want -- just for practice, of course.)

Then, when she said, "Will you just lay here with me?" he didn't say anything. But when she tugged on his shirt sleeve, he maneuvered behind her, all awkward limbs and lack of grace, right into the empty spot on the bed.

Six hours later he comes to in the chemistry building, clutching a garden gnome labeled, "Hello My Name is: TED'S LAB PARTNER!!!"

Penny's never liked the phrase, "You learn something new everyday." It just, it doesn't make sense. Days, whole weeks, spent hungover and mainlining 'Saved by the Bell' reruns, what did she learn those days? Nothing.

"He apparently got -- what's the phrase? He got 'fresh' with an official Disneyland character. Princess Jasmine, I think he said. After sustaining several lacerations at the hands of what I can only imagine was a 110-pound, diminutive 'princess,' he was escorted to, as I said, Disney jail."

He said it. Holy shit. He actually said it. Check out the balls on this kid.

If a few years ago, someone had said to Penny, "You're going to end up driving a car full of squealing geeks to ComicCon," Penny would've responded like this:

What the hell is ComicCon?