Raj: How old is this Jell-O?
Stuart: Well, it's carrots, so I'm gonna say very.

Amy: You know there was a time when I was alone and had no friends. I'm starting to miss that.

Sheldon: I don't understand why women insist on making a big production about buying clothes.
Penny: You're right. We should do what you do, have our mom send us pants from the Wal-Mart in Houston.
Sheldon: They have a man there who understands my personal style.

Leonard: Well, that's it. It's the end of Roger Abbott.
Raj: And we still don't know who framed him.

Sheldon: Why do you hate me?
Amy: I don't hate you. I love you.
Sheldon: Well, you call it love but it has a lot of raisins in it.

Leonard: Buddy, I get that you're worried about me and I appreciate that, but I'm not going to die.
Sheldon: You don't know that.
Leonard: I do know that it won't be from an asteroid strike.
Sheldon: You know who else said that? Every cocky T-Rex currently swimming around in the gas tank of your car.

Leonard: I thought this was gonna be boring but it's actually kinda fun.
Penny: Don't tell Amy that; we'll be here every Sunday.

Sheldon: The whole thing reeks of blueberry. You know I can't stand these scented markers.
Leonard: No one told you to taste them.

Leonard: Wow, Raj, you were not lying about her.
Raj: I told you she exists!

Amy: Being left out is a terrible feeling. No one understands that better than I do.
Sheldon: Hey, look at that. Even in your example, you're all by yourself.

Leonard: I was unstoppable. I was on fire. It was like my mind and my body were totally connected, like athletes must feel when they're in the zone.
Penny: Again, it was miniature golf.
Leonard: Admit it, you're a little turned on.
Penny: You can't be this proud.
Leonard: Why not?
Penny: Because I beat you.

Sheldon: Leonard, have you ever noticed only my name is on the cable bill?
Leonard: Yeah.
Sheldon: Good, good. And your name is on the electric bill, and mine isn't. And I'm okay with that.
Leonard: Actually, your name is on the electric bill.
Sheldon: Right. This is a disaster.
Leonard: I don't even know what you're talking about and I agree.

Sheldon: I knew you'd understand, armadillo Isaac Newton.

Amy: All these bright people sitting around a table by candlelight. It feels like we could be an eighteenth century French salon.

Bernadette: It just builds character. Like my dad said, "Nobody likes a cry baby but their moms and Democrats."