Leonard: Did Sheldon and Amy give you guys that puzzle, too?
Howard: Yeah. Is it just me or have they been acting strange?
Leonard: I don't think they're acting.

Sheldon: Okay, first, we need to roll to determine the weather.
Bernadette: It's a desert. Isn't it gonna be hot?
Sheldon: (rolling dice, looking at the manual, rolling dice again, looking at the manual again) ... Yes.

Sheldon: Just out of curiosity, which one of you figured it out?
Howard: I did.
Sheldon: Impressive. [rubs out Howard's score on the leaderboard]

Bernadette: Okay, if it's not Michael, then what do you want to name him?
Howard: Harry, like Potter or Houdini.
Bernadette: It doesn't bother you that I have an old boyfriend named Harry?
Howard: Okay. How 'bout Al or Max or Ted or Kevin?
Bernadette: Same answer.

Raj: Well, since we're sharing pictures, I have one to contribute.
Leonard: Please don't let it be you and your dog in the bathtub.
Raj: It's not. But don't swipe.

Bernadette: I'm sorry I tried to sneak the name past you.
Howard: That's okay.
Bernadette: I'm sorry I used up so many good names in college. I was really competitive with my roommate.
Howard: Forget about it. Please.

Howard: How you feeling?
Bernadette: Eh. But I am really excited to meet our son.
Howard: Me, too. I thought I'd be super freaked out. But I'm ready for this. Well, not the part where you're in labor and you squeeze my fingers till they turn blue.
Bernadette: I'm sorry. That must be really painful for you.
Howard: It is. I mean, last time, I- Okay, I see what you're doing.

Howard: So, bottom line, what you did was wrong and cruel, which the mother of my children finds oddly appealing.
Amy: So she still wants to be my maid of honor?
Howard: Maid of honor, hit woman, whatever you need. Make the call.

Howard: You okay?
Bernadette: Uh, I think that was a contraction.
Howard: Is it time? Do we need to go to the hospital?
Bernadette: No. We've been through this before. My water hasn't even broken yet.
Sheldon: Never mind your water. Has your mucus plug popped out?
Bernadette: Ew, no!
Sheldon: Oh, you're right. We probably would've heard that.
Penny: It's not a champagne cork. Although that would be festive.

Sheldon: All right, that moves us on to the tactical shipping phase. Penny, I believe, as logistics commander, that's you.
Penny: Okay. [waving a white napkin] I surrender.
Sheldon: Nice try, Penny. It takes more than everybody not enjoying it to stop a game with Sheldon Cooper.

Bernadette: What about Paul?
Howard: Paul. Paul Wolowitz.
Raj: I like it. Ooh, like "Koothra-Paul-i."
Bernadette: Okay, you ruined it.

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.

Penny: You know, I always thought Christian was a nice name.
Howard: I don't know. Sounds a little too uncircumcised.

Howard: [entering the kitchen] I can't believe you're trying to hijack our son's name. [looking for Bernadette] Bernie?
Bernadette: This is as fast as I move! Calm down!

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.