Amy: So, why do you feel you need to save these things?
Sheldon: I'd like to say it's nostalgia, but every time I think of throwing anything away, my ears start to ring, and I get butterflies in my stomach. And then it feels like the butterflies get eaten by rats, and then the, the rats get eaten by...
Amy: Okay. I get it. I get it.
Sheldon: It ends with dinosaurs. I'm sorry if you think less of me.
Amy: I don't.
Sheldon: Really? 'Cause every time I come in here, I think less of me.
Sheldon: Because I'm a fraud. No, I purport to be a man of the mind. I've been such a, a vocal champion of the singularity. But how can I leave my body behind and become one with the Internet when I've never even thrown a toothbrush away?