Amy: Sheldon, I have an advanced degree in the study of the human brain, so if my fiancé is a raving lunatic, it's kind of a ding on my reputation.
Sheldon: If leaders just stepped aside every time they didn't have the consent of the governed, what would we have?
Amy: Democracy.
Sheldon: Not on my watch.

Sheldon: Instead of being in charge, I can be the vocal opposition, criticizing and badgering the president at every turn.
Amy: I think you'll be really good at that.
Sheldon: Me, too.
Leonard: I think I made a huge mistake.
Penny: Me, too.

Sheldon: I can smell that food truck from up here.
Amy: Just close the window if you don't like the smell.
Sheldon: Of course I like the smell. It's salt and fat. My brain may be evolved, but my tongue still wants to pick up a club and drag that truck back to my cave.

Penny: The pastrami truck moved.
Leonard: That is the danger of a restaurant on wheels.

Penny: So, let me get this straight. You are the president of the tenants association?
Sheldon: President, only member, and harshest critic. I once gave myself an official reprimand for conducting a meeting in the shower. The steam warped my gavel.

Sheldon: Uh, uh, hold on. Hold on. First, we have to read the minutes from last month's meeting. Amy, would you do the honors?
Amy: Why not? "Saturday, March 3rd.
7:05, meeting called to order.
7:06, president gets shampoo in eye.
7:07, meeting adjourned."

Amy: I don't want to be in the middle of this. No matter which way I vote, I'm either a bad friend, a bad fiancée, or an ungrateful recipient of a battery.
Sheldon: Next time I have a meeting in the shower, you're welcome to attend.
Amy: Sheldon. Sheldon for president. I pick Sheldon!

Amy: Now, if you'll excuse me, told Sheldon I was going to the market, so I'm taking some of your stuff. [raids the fridge] I was never here.
Leonard: Sometimes you don't see it 'cause she's next to Sheldon, but she's pretty weird.

Amy: Sheldon, it's the American way, the peaceful transfer of power.
Sheldon: I don't know.
Leonard: Think about Ant-Man.
Sheldon: I'm always thinking about Ant-Man.
Leonard: Michael Douglas had the suit and then he passed it on to Paul Rudd.
Sheldon: Maybe you're right.
Amy: Really? The Ant-Man thing? That's what won you over?
Sheldon: Yes. He got the details right. That's how you use a superhero.

Penny: What is going on here?
Leonard: You're the tenants association?
Sheldon: (laughs) You should see the look on your face. You might want to tell your wife that there's no "Y" in "pastrami".

Sheldon: I'm sorry, I think you're forgetting that the sandwich was invented by John Montagu, the Earl of Sandwich.
Penny: Oh. The truck's called "Pearl of Sandwich." Now I get it.

Sheldon: No, it's a distraction. How can I focus on my work when all I can think about is how much I want that sandwich?
Amy: So, go get one.
Sheldon: I can't just give in to every urge I have when I have it. That's why I have a rigid schedule. It's bad enough I had to give in to my urge to create a rigid schedule.

Penny: No, apparently someone complained to the tenants association, and they're not allowed to park on our street anymore.
Leonard: Who would complain about something that everyone loves? Oh.

Leonard: Did you complain to the tenants association about the food truck?
Sheldon: Yes.
Penny: And they actually took you seriously?
Sheldon: Oh, the tenants association takes every complaint seriously.
Penny: Oh, great, because I'm about to send them an e-mail complaining about you.
Sheldon: (phone chimes) Excuse me. Wow, someone should have spell-checked.

Raj: Oh, oh! Let's play William Tell. I'll put this bowl on my head. See if you can knock it off without hitting me.
Howard: You read my mind.
Bernadette: What are you doing?
Howard: Either breaking a bowl or breaking Raj's head.
Bernadette: Be careful, they don't make that bowl anymore.