Amy: My mom thinks that Sheldon is the reason I don't spend a lot of time with her.
Penny: Well, why would she think that?
Amy: Because I told her. You need a cup of coffee? Wake up!

Penny: So you've been using Sheldon as an excuse to get out of seeing your mother?
Amy: I know. I feel terrible. I love my mom but, you know, sometimes-
Penny: Yeah. We-We've met her.

Sheldon: And then you ask me 20 questions to try to determine which Nobel Prize-winning physicist I am. Ready? Go.
Mrs. Fowler: Can I give up?
Sheldon: No. 19 questions left. (ringtone playing)
Mrs. Fowler: Are you gonna get that?
Sheldon: Oh, no. We're in the middle of a game. 18 questions left.
Mrs. Fowler: Answer the phone, Sheldon.

Sheldon: [on the phone] Hello, Amy.
Amy: Hey, how's it going?
Sheldon: Well, Howard lured your dad away with magic, so now I'm bonding with your mom. [Mrs. Fowler stares at Sheldon] I think she likes me.

Mrs. Fowler: I'd like you a lot better if you weren't keeping my daughter away from me.
Sheldon: Uh, wh-- Hang on, Amy. What's the problem, Green Beans?
Mrs. Fowler: Amy said she couldn't come to Thanksgiving dinner because you always have to spend it with your mother.
Sheldon: I haven't spent Thanksgiving with my mother in years. Amy, why would you tell your mother that I spend Thanksgiving with my mother?
Amy: Uh, no time to talk about that now. All your action figures are on fire. Harrison Ford's in the lobby. Come quick.

Mrs. Fowler: And Amy never joins us for Sunday dinners because you refuse to go out on a school night.
Sheldon: I can go out on a school night as long as I'm in my PJs by 10:00.

Amy: Sheldon, don't listen to her. She doesn't know what she's talking about. She's crazy!
Mrs. Fowler: Hello, Amy.
Amy: Hello, Mother.
Mrs. Fowler: Great news. We-we can come for Thanksgiving this year.

Mrs. Fowler: I can't believe it. All this time I've been angry at you when I should have been angry at Amy.
Sheldon: Look at that. We're both angry at Amy. Maybe that's something we could bond over. Let me ask you this: how do you feel about Howard?
Mrs. Fowler: Oh, is he that odd little friend you have with the haircut?
Sheldon: I may have married the wrong Fowler.

Mrs. Fowler: Why would Amy feel the need to lie to me?
Amy: Well, perhaps because you're her mother and she didn't want to disappoint you.
Mrs. Fowler: Really? Even after she threw you under the bus, you're still gonna defend her.
Amy: Oh, yes. She's my wife and I love her. And if I can forgive her for putting ketchup on her eggs, I can forgive her for this.
Mrs. Fowler: Her father does that, it's disgusting.
Sheldon: Amy's crazy, you are a delight.

Anu: Last night was wonderful.
Raj: But all we did was talk.
Anu: Yeah. And it was wonderful. Am I safe to assume you talking to me now is a good sign for our marriage?
Raj: Yeah, and for my liver.

Raj: Hey, about the other thing. Um, should we just wait for another night?
Anu: Or I go take a shower, and you decide how you want to play this. [Raj ponders] Take a shower with me, Raj.

Mrs. Fowler: Thank you, Amy. It's so nice of you to have us over for dinner.
Amy: Couldn't think of a single reason not to.
Sheldon: Yeah, and boy, did she try.
Amy: Thank you, honey.
Sheldon: Oh, you're welcome, dear.

Mr. Fowler: Watch closely. Voilà.
Amy: Oh, my gosh, that was so good. Well, look, there's fake blood, too.
Mr. Fowler: I'll be right back. [rushes to the bathroom]

Mrs. Fowler: I don't know about you, but I don't really like magic.
Sheldon: You just keep getting better and better.

Raj: Oh, this is amazing. I wish I had a playhouse like this when I was a kid.
Penny: Really? You never had a playhouse?
Raj: No. I mean, my dad did buy the house next door for us to play in.