Leonard: You okay?
Amy: Yeah, yeah. I'm just breaking in some new shoes.
Leonard: Very pretty.
Amy: Thank you. Did you know that women wear high heels to make the buttocks and breasts more prominent?
Leonard: Hadn't really thought about it.
Amy: Look.
Leonard: Uh, sure. Very ... prominent.
Amy: Please, Leonard, don't leer. You have a girlfriend.

Bernadette: Why do you think he asked you out again?
Penny: I don't know.
Amy: Maybe he's dying. That would be so romantic.
Penny: He's not dying.
Amy: Too bad. If he were, she could just throw him in bed and ride him right up until he flatlines.

Bernadette: I've worked so hard to get where I am, and I don't want to get sent back to square one because I'm pregnant.
Amy: I understand how you feel.
Bernadette: Thank you.
Amy: I wish there were some way I could make it better.
Bernadette: Well, you brought me French fries. That's a start.
Amy: Uh, actually, I got you apple slices 'cause you're pregnant.

Sheldon: I know our apartment's small, but I think we can make room.
Amy: No, Sheldon. We are not getting a life-size Spider-Man statue.

Amy: Sheldon, you're sick, go back to bed.
Sheldon: (stuffy) I am fine. Here, eat your toast. (sneezes on the toast) Sorry.
Amy: It's okay, now I don't need butter.

Penny: I'm gonna kill her.
Bernadette: Im sure you've got nothing to worry about. Leonard would never cheat on you.
Amy: She's right. But say the word, I got a lab full of cocaine-addicted monkeys with nothing to lose. One of them could end up in the backseat of her car. Or her shower.

President Siebert: I hope you know, with these new data supporting your theory, we could be looking at a Nobel-winning achievement.
Sheldon: And by "we," you mean "we," not "we."
President Siebert: "We," "we," whatever.
Amy: Whee!