Penny: Just, it's like since we got married, he doesn't really try anymore.
Amy: Uh, Penny? I don't know how to say this, but this is my first girls' night and you're kind of bumming everybody out.

Penny: Seriously, let's plan a night, you know, give you a break. We could go dancing.
Bernadette: That sounds really nice.
Amy: Oh. All this week, the Early Music Society of Pasadena is doing a joint concert with the San Gabriel Renaissance Choir.
Penny: Okay, that's the one to beat.
Amy: Good luck. People have been saying that for 600 years.

Sheldon: On the first day, I get to drive a steam engine. Oh, and the second day, a diesel engine. Oh, and if I volunteer to do track maintenance and paperwork, they'll let me stay as long as I want. So you might want to pack enough clothes for the rest of our lives.
Amy: Can I pee now?

Amy: Hey, Sheldon, I found a great restaurant for date night.
Sheldon: Kind of busy right now.
Amy: Oh, an Euler's Disk! Fun!
Howard: Yeah, we're seeing if Raj can hold his breath longer than it.
Amy: Oh. Immature.

Amy: Don't listen to them. What's weird is that Penny almost got a science fact right.

Amy: You ready to go?
Sheldon: All set.
Amy: What's that?
Sheldon: A housewarming gift for Raj.
Amy: Well, a bunch of fake snakes better not spring out of it, 'cause that was a lousy anniversary present.

Sheldon: Before we eat, I have a little "welcome to the building" gift for Raj.
Penny: Wait, is anything gonna jump out-
Amy: No. I already asked.

Sheldon: Bert, Rebecca. I'd like to apologize for my insensitive comment earlier.
Rebecca: Don't worry about it. It's fine.
Sheldon: See? It was fine. I didn't need a time-out.
Amy: It wasn't a time-out. Let's get some food.
Sheldon: You made me sit on the stairs and think about what I did.
Amy: Get your food!

Amy: What are you doing?
Sheldon: I'm returning this stuff to Howard.
Amy: Oh, Bernadette made me promise if you didn't want it, we'd give it to a homeless clown.

Amy: Morning.
Sheldon: I apologize for exceeding my allotted bathroom time.
Amy: Are you feeling okay?
Sheldon: Not really. Apparently grief can make one less regular.
Amy: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Sheldon: No, I sat and I sat, but to no avail.
Amy: Oh, the-the more details, the more sorry.

Bernadette: Really? He doesn't put raisins or banana slices or anything in it?
Amy: I don't think plain oatmeal was the point of that story.
Penny: I mean, I like a little brown sugar-
Amy: Guys!

Sheldon: And you'll text me when you arrive at the airport?
Amy: I will.
Sheldon: And when you're at the gate?
Amy: Uh-huh.
Sheldon: And if you see any actors from Game of Thrones in first class?
Amy: I don't know what they look like, but sure.

Amy: That's nothing. In ninth grade, the girls put Rogaine in my hand lotion. Within six months, the nicknames began to fly. I think the one that hurt the most was Gorilla Fingers Fowler.
Penny: Wow. You poor thing.

Amy: Who would have thought Fuzzy Fingers Fowler is best friends with a bully?
Penny: What? I was not a bully.
Bernadette: Kind of sounds like you were. And maybe a felon.
Amy: Shh. That's how you wind up in a cornfield.

Penny: Wait, wait, wait, guys, just hang on.
Amy: What is it, the fuzz?
Penny: Look at us. What are we doing?
Amy: I was gleefully following you to a life of crime, looking forward to the day we might be cell mates. I don’t know about Bernadette.