Howard, I have to go to the bathroom and no
one will take me home.
What’s wrong with the bathroom here?
Pneumococcus, streptococcus, staphylococcus
and other assorted coccuses.
Sheldon, my mother is on her deathbed and
my fiancée is grief-stricken over putting
her there.
I’m not taking you home.
Will you at least go with me to the restroom
here,
so you can open the door and flush the urinal?
No!
This might be a good time to point out, Howard,
that friendship requires a certain give and take.
Hold the door!
Mr. Wolowitz?
Finally.
Oh, what fresh hell is this?
Wait, you can’t leave here, you’ve been
exposed.
No, I haven’t.
It’s all good.
You want to talk about crazy mothers, Leonard’s
mom wouldn’t give him any sort of approval
growing up.
Oh, the poor thing.
It makes him desperate to please women.
That’s why the foreplay goes on and on.
It does, doesn’t it?
It’s like he’s trying to win a prize.
A word of advice, don’t doze off.
You will never hear the end of it.
Help me! Come back! Penny!
