Professor Proton: Why isn't it ever Angie Dickinson's bedroom?

Professor Proton: Okay. Once the man gets the woman out of her bloomers-

Sheldon: No, not that. I understand the mechanics.
Professor Proton: Oh, good. Good. 'cause I have no idea what kids these days are calling their parts.
Sheldon: I think they say "junk."
Professor Proton: What is happening to this world?

Sheldon: Why do I need you now?
Arthur: Well, as near as I can tell. You fell asleep watching Star Wars and now you're dreaming you're watching Star Wars.
Sheldon: So?
Arthur: Don't you see a problem there? How you're spending your limited time on earth?
Sheldon: Not at all.
Arthur: Okay. Good luck to you.

Sheldon: You're back.
Arthur: Yeah, apparently I'm here whenever you need me.
Sheldon: That's nice.
Arthur: Maybe for you.

Leonard: The guys are about to start Jedi. Do you want to go watch?
Sheldon: I do. After I make them go back and watch 1 through 5.
Leonard: That will take all night.
Sheldon: That's true. Good thing I had that nap.

Arthur: Appreciate them, Sheldon.

Arthur: Just make sure you appreciate those who are still there for you.
Sheldon: But I do appreciate them.

Arthur: Is this the first time you've lost someone close to you?
Sheldon: Oh, no. I've already had to say goodbye to eleven Doctor Whos.
Arthur: Yeah, I've outlived a few of my doctors, too.

Sheldon: When Obi-Wan came to Luke on this very spot, he gave him all sorts of helpful advice. So what have you got for me?
Arthur: Uhmm ... Always get a pre-nup.

Arthur: Where are we?
Sheldon: This is the swampland of Dagobah. It's where Luke was trained in the ways of the Jedi.
Arthur: Oh, too bad. I thought it was Florida.

Sheldon: Look at Arthur cracking up at a joke I made. I'll never hear that joke again.
Arthur: You never heard it that time.

Professor Proton: We'll be right back after I fire my writers.

Arthur: This is weird. Most of my robes open in the back.

Professor Proton: This is something interesting, boys and girls. After an owl eats, he spits up part of his meal, that he can't digest, in the form of a pellet. Isn't that a hoot?