Amy: I made your favorite oatmeal - plain.

Sheldon: I brought Amy here to show her some of the work I'm doing.
Amy: It's very impressive, for theoretical work.
Sheldon: Do I detect a hint of condescension?
Amy: I'm sorry, was I being too subtle? I meant compared to the real-world applications of neurobiology, theoretical physics is - what's the word I'm looking for? Hmm, cute.
Sheldon: Are you suggesting the work of a neurobiologist like Babinski could ever rise to the significance of a physicist like Clerk Maxwell or Dirac?
Amy: I'm stating it outright. Babinski eats Dirac for breakfast and defecates Clerk Maxwell.

Raj: Sheldon, what did Amy have that attracted you?
Sheldon: Oh, so many things. Her mind, her kindness, and especially her body.
Raj: Really?
Amy: Relax. We're the same blood type. He knew he could harvest an organ.

Amy: You know, I like harp lessons, but I'm thinking of switching to elevator repair lessons.

Penny: Please? I went to your boring thing last month.
Amy: My aunt's funeral?
Penny: Come on, even you checked your e-mail during the eulogy.

Penny: So, do you want to come?
Amy: No, thanks. I already live in a place all the nerds come to.

Penny: You guys ready to get crazy?
Amy: Well, the bra under here ain't beige.

Amy: All right, you can open your eyes. I thought I'd let Harry Potter make things hotter.

Amy: I've got the Neosporin. Who got hurt?
Sheldon: It's a good thing you're cute.

Sheldon: Come along, Amy. I know when I'm not wanted.
Amy: I don't think you do, but alright.

Amy: You know, Sheldon, maybe if you take the time to actually read Bert's research, you'd be less bitter about him winning.
Sheldon: You want me to read a geology paper?
Amy: Honestly, I just want you to be quiet, but I'm all out of taffy.

Amy: Sheldon, I'm not ready to have a baby.
Sheldon: Oh, yes, you are! I track your cycle. For the next 36 hours you're as fertile as a manure-covered wheat field.
Amy: Wow. I can actually feel the egg crawling its way back up.

Bernadette: Still, I can't believe you can turn ordinary skin cells into functioning brain cells.
Amy: Well, I turned this one into a functioning boyfriend, so sky's the limit.

Amy: I mean, seriously, you have got to let me scan your brain when you're being dishonest so I can see what lights up.
Penny: That's super helpful, Amy. Thanks a lot. I can't wait to do that.
Amy: I can see a clump of bitch cells lightin' up from here.

Amy: I'm so humiliated. I sat there the whole time that we were watching Grease, thinking you liked the painting.
Penny: I know.
Amy: I was a fool from Summer Lovin' to the very last rama lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong.