Try to keep
up, Howard!
I'm killing it!
Yeah, I wish we looked
as cool dancing in clubs
as we do right now.
Don't worry, this is
exactly how you look
when you're dancing in clubs.
You're welcome, ladies.
Paradigm-shifting
news, gentlemen!
Dude!
I was about to Bollywood
this bitch.
Earlier today, I invited
Professor Stephen Hawking
to join me
in the popular online game
Words with Friends.
Moments ago,
he accepted my request.
Do you understand
what that means?
That somewhere right now
Stephen Hawking is saying,
"Damn it.
I meant to click no."
I'll walk you through it.
The game is not called
Words with Strangers.
No, it's not
even called
Words with Acquaintances.
It is called
Words with...
I'm not finishing your sentence.
You pulled the plug on my funk.
Friends!
It's Words with Friends!
Which Stephen
Hawking and I
officially are.
Now all I need is
a bunk bed with a slide;
I'll have everything
I've ever wanted
since I was six years old.
That's really nice,
Sheldon.
I'm happy for you.
And I'm happy for you, too.
You are now friends with someone
who is officially friends
with Stephen Hawking.
Enjoy it, boys.
You may have peaked.
Sheldon, I know
Stephen Hawking.
I worked with him.
And if they ever come out
with a game called
Words with People
You Once Worked with,
you'll be off to the races.
Sheldon, I don't think
this actually means...
Hold that thought!
Professor Hawking
has made a move.
Boy, oh, boy.
Oh, it's only a matter of time
before we're coming up with
fun nicknames for each other.
I'll be Coop.
He'll be Wheels.
If he's okay with that.
All right.
Crank up the AC, boy!
It's gonna get hot in here!
