Sheldon: My friends and I couldn't get into Comic-Con this year, and I was trying to start my own convention, and I was going to ask if you'd be a panelist.
James Earl Jones: Why don't you and your friends come to Comic-Con with me?
Sheldon: Really?
James Earl Jones: Of course. And San Diego is straight across the border from my favorite city on earth, TIJUANA! Where I'm taking you every night!
Sheldon: Ay-ay-ay.
James Earl Jones: Ay-ay-ay bang bang!

Bernadette: Well, while they're acting like teenagers we could do something grown up.
Amy: Ooh, you mean like a museum?
Penny: Yes, like a museum but anything else!

Amy: Why can't they do something sensible like Sheldon, and start their own comic book convention? Also, who wants to throw me out that window?

James Earl Jones: Let me guess. You like Star Wars.
*Sheldon nods*
James Earl Jones: You know I've been in other movies.
*Sheldon nods*
James Earl Jones: But you don't care about those, do you?
*Sheldon shakes his head*
*James Earl Jones signals for Sheldon to come closer*
James Earl Jones: I have one thing to say to people like you. I like Star Wars too! Care to join me?