Raj: So, this week would have been my wedding if Anu and I hadn't decided to slow things down.
Howard: Oh, yeah, I would have forgotten, except for those nonrefundable airline tickets to India I bought.
Raj: I'm sorry.
Howard: No, no. What's $3,000 between friends? Yeah, I probably would've just thrown it away on health care for my children.

Raj: I really think we made the right decision.
Howard: Agreed, although I did have a pretty awesome bachelor party planned for this weekend.
Raj: Really? What was it?
Howard: Well, I used my NASA connections to get us four seats on that plane that lets you experience weightlessness.
Raj: The Vomit Comet. That is so cool. I've always wanted to experience weightlessness. The closest I ever came was that time I accidentally set my scale to kilograms.

Raj: We could still go. You know, make it a guys' weekend.
Howard: Yeah. (chuckles) All right, let's do it.
Raj: Great. It'll be like the good old days.
Howard: You mean when we were all sad, desperate and horribly alone?
Raj: I remember it more fondly.

Howard: Well, these two are out. There goes our guys' weekend.
Raj: Okay, so let's make it a couples' weekend. I'll bring Anu, you bring Bernadette.
Howard: I'm not sure Bernie would like it. Maybe I'll invite Stuart or Bert.
Sheldon: Oh, go with Bert! He's huge. It'd be fun to watch him float around. Like that time the Underdog balloon got away at the Macy's Parade.

Leonard: Hey, Wyatt.
Wyatt: Leonard. Hey, that's a hell of a handshake.
Leonard: Ah, well, you know, I've been taking vitamins.

Penny: Dad, uh, come on in, sit down. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe a beer?
Wyatt: Sure, if you're having one.
Penny: Okay.
Wyatt: And why wouldn't you, since you're not pregnant?
Penny: Um. Leonard wants to have a baby with my ex-boyfriend Zack.
Leonard: How 'bout those Cornhuskers?

Howard: Hey, would you mind if Raj and I went away this weekend?
Bernadette: Well, it is important for you two to keep the spark alive.

Howard: No, just the bachelor party I had planned. I thought we'd do it anyway.
Bernadette: Oh, so a guys' weekend?
Howard: Kinda. I mean, Sheldon and Leonard couldn't make it, so Raj invited Anu and I asked Stuart.
Bernadette: Wait, you invited Stuart before me?
Howard: Actually, I invited Bert before Stuart, but I don't know why I just told you that.

Bernadette: Why didn't you invite me?
Howard: Because I know you. You don't want to float weightless in an airplane.
Bernadette: What are you talking about? I love doing crazy stuff like that.
Howard: Bernie, you got sick from the teacup ride at Disneyland.
Bernadette: Lots of people do.
Howard: We were still in line.

Bernadette: So you don't want me to go?
Howard: No, I want you to go if you're gonna have fun. I don't want you to go if you're gonna be miserable and ruin it for everyone. Which is a long way of saying I want you to go!

Penny: I think this is going pretty good, huh?
Leonard: Maybe for you. You threw me under the bus.
Penny: Oh, I'm sorry. I panicked. He was judging me.
Leonard: Well, yeah, now he's judging me.
Penny: I know. It worked.

Wyatt: So let me get this straight, Leonard. She doesn't want to have your baby, but her dumbbell ex-boyfriend does.
Leonard: Well, I- No, I wouldn't say it like that.
Wyatt: How would you say it?
Leonard: Uh, same words, just less angry.

Wyatt: Well, I don't know about Los Angeles, but in Nebraska, that's kind of strange.
Penny: It's strange here, too, and we have a bakery for dogs.

Wyatt: And you're okay with this?
Penny: I support my husband.
Leonard: Thank you.
Penny: But, you know, if you think differently, you should feel free to say so. You know, just like, "Ah!" Make a scene.

Leonard: Okay, look, they can't have kids of their own, and they like that I'm smart, and they want that for their child.
Wyatt: No, I get it.
Penny: You do?
Wyatt: Sure. Back on the farm, we had a prize stallion. We didn't let that just go to waste; we put him out to stud.
Penny: No, no, this is this is a little different than that-
Leonard: No, no, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Uh, you were comparing me to a prize stud. Go on.