Penny: What?
Leonard: He said we should maybe enter you in the killer robot competition.

Barry Kripke: Well, if you have any delusions about entering him against my robot, the Kripke Crippler, in the Southern California Robot Fighting League Round Robin Invitational - AKA the SCRFLRRI - his name is going to be Scrap Metal.

Barry Kripke: Tell you what. Forget the SCRFLRRI, let's settle this roboto-a-roboto. There's no guarantee we're going to go against each other in the round robin, so let's throw down. You know, unless you're afraid.

Barry Kripke: We're all pathetic and creepy, and can't get girls. That's why we fight robots.

Barry Kripke: If you're not there, you'll be exposed to ridicule.

(O.S. - In video) Barry Kripke: As you can see, the Kripke Crippler is reducing the Chevy Cavalier to rubble.

Leonard: Nice little bot you've got here.
Barry Kripke: I'm aware.
Leonard: What's this do? Spin?
Barry Kripke: Yeah, at 3400 RPM. It can cut through steel like it was rubber.

Barry Kripke: What is his problem?

Barry Kripke: Are you crazy? This is a street fight. The street has no rules.

Barry Kripke: I will, however, give you the opportunity to concede my superiority now and offer my your robot as the spoils of war.

Sheldon: Never. I'd rather see MONTE dead than in your hands.
Barry Kripke: That can easily be arranged.

Mrs. Wolowitz Howard, there's a blonde girl, Patsy, here to see you.
Howard: Who?
Mrs. Wolowitz Okay, now she's saying it's Penny.

Mrs. Wolowitz Should I ask Leonard to bring over your homework?
Howard: I don't have homework. I'm a grown man with a master's degree in engineering.
Mrs. Wolowitz Excuse me, Mr. Fancy Pants. Want me to get you a popsicle?

Sheldon: Your robot is inferior and it will be defeated by ours because ours exceeds yours in both design and execution. Also, I'm given to understand that your mother is overweight.


Raj: Oh, snap.


Sheldon: Now of course if that is a result of a glandular condition and not sloth and gluttony, I withdraw that comment.


Raj: What difference does it make, fat is fat.


Sheldon: There are boundaries!

Sheldon: So what do you think, Howard? It's not that bad, right?
Howard: A little electrical tape, some solder ... Are you insane? I've seen space probes that crashed into the desert that were in better shape than this.