Big Bang Theory s02e15 Episode Script
The Maternal Capacitance
[PLAYING RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS' "UNDER THE BRIDGE".]
[SINGING "UNDER THE BRIDGE".]
[SINGING IN FALSETTO.]
[SQUEALS.]
[MUSIC STOPS.]
Fellas, please.
Penny, come on.
We were just finding our sound.
You found it.
It's the sound of a cat being run over by a lawn mower.
Well, I'm really very busy.
Is there any way we can put this off until I have more time to prepare? Of course, but, uh, you understand my trepidation.
-What's that about? -Not a clue.
Can't we just postpone it till the spring? Maybe next summer? This should be fairly easy to deduce.
He's holding the phone to his left ear.
Ears do not cross hemispheres.
He's using the analytical, rather than emotional side of the brain suggesting that he has no personal relationship with the caller.
No, I didn't realize it had been so long.
Sure.
I guess there's no other choice but to go ahead and do it.
He's referring to an activity he has done before.
It's unpleasant and needs to be repeated.
This suggests some sort of invasive medical test, like perhaps a colonoscopy.
Aren't there any other options? There's not a lot of room.
-It's gonna be uncomfortable.
SHELDON: Yes, yes.
I'm definitely going with colonoscopy.
Okay, bye.
My mother's coming to visit.
How about that? You were right.
It's out of order.
Yes, I can read the sign.
I'm just pondering the implications.
I think it implies that the elevator doesn't work.
Again, I can read the sign.
But the sign and tape are covered with a layer of dust which indicates the elevator has been nonfunctional for an amount of time which suggests either a remarkable passivity among the I assume 24 to 36 residents of this building based on the number of mailboxes and given typical urban population density or a shared delusion of functionality.
You must be Leonard's mother.
Oh, I don't know if I must be, but yes.
-Uh, I'm Penny, I'm his neighbor.
-Oh, Dr.
Beverly Hofstadter.
Oh, nice to meet you.
Oh, you're a hand shaker.
Interesting.
Uh, come with me, I'll walk you to the apartment.
Oh, all right.
Would you like to exchange pleasantries on the way? -Yeah, sure, I guess.
-All right, you start.
I've always been curious.
What was Leonard like when he was little? BEVERLY: Oh, I think you mean young.
He's always been little.
Right.
What was he like when he was young? You'll have to be more specific.
Oh, um, okay, like five or six.
-Five.
-Oh, well, at that age he was in what Freud would call the phallic stage of psychosexual development.
An outmoded theory, of course.
But the boy did spend most of his waking hours with a tight grasp on his penis.
Oh, yeah, Leonard mentioned you were a psychiatrist.
Well, that is one of my degrees.
My primary field is neuroscience.
Oh.
Well, I'm an actress.
[GIGGLES.]
Why? Ha.
What do you mean, why? There were studies that suggest many who go into the performing arts suffer from an external locus of identity.
Yeah, I don't know what that means.
Well, it means you value yourself only as others value you which is often the result of unmet childhood emotional needs.
Oh, well, I had a wonderful childhood.
Tell me about it.
I know my dad wanted a boy.
[SOBBING.]
l-- I just-- I tried being good at sports, but I hated getting dirty.
And then, I'm assuming, you entered adolescence.
Uh-huh.
He called me slugger until I got my first training bra and then he just stopped playing catch with me.
I wasn't slugger anymore.
Your mother's here.
If you want to have intercourse with that girl, find out what cologne her father wore.
Good to see you, mother.
Here's your tea, mother.
-Oolong? -Yes.
-Loose, not bagged? -Yes.
-Steeped three minutes? Two-percent milk? -Yes.
Yes.
-Warmed separately? -Yes.
-One teaspoon sugar? Raw sugar? -Yes.
Yes.
It's cold.
I'll start again.
I have the same problem with him.
My theory is that his lack of focus stems from an over-developed sex drive.
Oh, I don't know where he got that.
Aside from a pro-forma consummation of our marriage his father and I only had intercourse for the purposes of reproduction.
That seems a fairly efficient arrangement.
Yes, we think so.
We've both done papers on it.
Mine from a neuroscientific point of view and his from an anthropological.
Mine, of course, was the only one worth reading.
Of course.
I would very much like to read about your sex life.
Well, it's all online or you can order it from the Princeton University Press.
Here's your tea, Mother.
So, what are you guys talking about? The frequency with which your parents had intercourse.
Swell.
If you're lucky, maybe she'll show you the PowerPoint presentation.
I'm sorry, it's on my other laptop.
[GROANS.]
So, Mother -what's new? -You'll have to be more specific.
All right.
Uh, what's new with you? Oh, well, I've been having some fascinating menopausal symptoms recently.
Maybe something less personal? Oh.
Your Uncle Floyd died.
Oh, my God.
What happened? His heart stopped beating.
I have to urinate.
What a remarkable woman.
Yeah, l-- I thought you guys might hit it off.
I envy you your childhood.
I hate to tell you but the only warm memories I have of my childhood are of my Uncle Floyd.
You're clearly misremembering.
Your mother is brilliant, analytical, insightful.
I'm betting she never hit you with a Bible because you wouldn't eat Brussels sprouts.
Sheldon, you don't give your mother enough credit.
She's warm, she's loving, she doesn't glue electrodes to your head to measure your brain waves while potty training.
You were lucky.
When I was a kid, if I wanted an EEG, I had to attach my own electrodes.
So, Dr.
Hofstadter Leonard rarely talks about his incredibly successful brother and sister.
-Please don't go there, Howard.
-You know, I understand that unlike Leonard, they're at the top of their respective fields.
Boy, you suck.
Leonard's younger brother, Michael, is a tenured law professor at Harvard and his sister just successfully grew a human pancreas in an adolescent gibbon.
So she's close to curing diabetes? Why else would you grow a pancreas in a teenaged gibbon? Wow, you must be very proud.
Why? They're not my accomplishments.
I have to urinate.
-Why are you doing this? -You know the rules.
You brought your mom to work.
You must suffer.
[HOWARD CHUCKLES.]
Leonard, I had no idea your siblings were so much more successful than you.
[RAJESH CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, you're like the Jar Jar Binks of the Hofstadter family.
[AS JAR JAR BINKS.]
Oh, meesa think yousa looking so, so sad.
Rather than mock me my friends might realize this is difficult and try to help me through it.
Nope, I think mocking you is more fun.
Next time, don't yousa bring mama to work.
Okee-day? That was fast.
Oh, the middle stall was occupied.
I'll have to try again later.
It's totally understandable.
In bladder voiding, as in real estate it's location, location, location.
So where were we? Howard lives with his mother and Raj can't speak to women unless he's drunk.
Go.
Oh, that's fascinating.
Selective mutism is quite rare.
On the other hand, an adult Jewish male living with his mother is so common it borders on sociological cliché.
It's just temporary.
I pay rent.
He lives in the same room where his bassinet was.
Both selective mutism and an inability to separate from one's mother can stem from a pathological fear of women.
It might explain why the two of you have created an ersatz homosexual marriage to satisfy your need for intimacy.
Say what? [WHISPERS INAUDIBLY.]
That's basically what I just said.
You brought your husband to work, you know the rules.
[AS JAR JAR BINKS.]
Meesa thinking yousa looking pretty sad now too, betcha, betcha.
Leonard, it's 1:00.
Weren't you going to show me your laboratory at 1:00? No hurry, mother.
Tell them more about their secret love for each other.
But it's 1:00.
You were going to show me your laboratory at 1:00.
Her reasoning is unassailable.
It is 1:00.
Fine.
Let's go.
I think you'll find my work pretty interesting.
I'm attempting to replicate the dark matter signal found in sodium-iodide crystals by the Italians.
So no original research? No.
BEVERLY: What's the point of my seeing it? I could just read the paper the Italians wrote.
Okay, just for the record, we're not in an ersatz homosexual relationship.
Well, then, why didn't you say that to her? -Why is it always my responsibility? -Oh, it's not always your responsibility.
I swear, this is the same thing you did at the comic book store last week.
I can't believe you're bringing that up.
-I didn't bring it up.
You did.
-We'll talk about this later.
Well, you always say that, but we never do.
You went to the comic book store without me? -Hey.
-You got alcohol? -Mom still here? -Yep.
Come on in.
She's not gonna come here looking for you, is she? Oh, relax.
She took Sheldon to the hospital to get a brain scan.
-Oh, my God.
What happened? -Nothing.
Mother likes looking at brains and Sheldon likes getting his brain scanned.
Jeez, what a fun couple.
Ugh.
She's only here a day and a half and I'm seriously considering alcoholism as a new career path.
I talked to her for five minutes yesterday and I've been half bombed ever since.
You can't let her get into your head.
-My head, what about yours? -It's too late for me.
My head is her summer house.
She was right, you know.
The locus of my identity is totally exterior to me.
Oh, yeah, there she is.
Hi, mom.
Do you know where I was all morning? Auditioning with 50 other blondes for some stupid antidepressant commercial.
And for what? So I'll finally get my daddy's approval? Did you get the part? No, they said I was too perky.
Wanna talk about not getting love from a parent? You know what I used to do when I was little to have sensation of human contact? Yeah, you grabbed your penis and wouldn't let go.
Your mother told me.
[LEONARD SCOFFS.]
Of course she did.
That's not what I was gonna say.
Uh-- Uh, when I was 10-years old, I built a hugging machine.
-A hugging machine? -Yeah.
I got a mannequin, stuffed it with an electric blanket so it'd be warm and I built two radio-controlled arms that would hug me and pat my back.
Oh, that is so sad.
-Know what the saddest part was? -What? My father used to borrow it.
Your scan data will be very helpful to my research.
You have a remarkable brain.
I know.
Although I've always hated how my right frontal lobe looks in pictures.
Common complaint among men.
Nothing's ever big enough.
Except when they get a tumor.
Then you never hear the end of it.
Yeah, I'd love to see a scan of your brain sometime.
Oh, I'll send you a link, but its physiology is fairly unimpressive.
Oh, I can't believe that.
Your unwillingness to accept empirical evidence suggests an attempt at flattery.
My apologies.
I've been living with your son too long.
Gotten into some bad habits.
Understandable.
Can I make you a cup of tea? I doubt it, but if anyone has a chance, it's probably you.
I feel very comfortable around you.
I feel very comfortable around you too.
It's surprising because I generally don't feel comfortable around-- Well, anyone.
Nor I.
What are the odds that two individuals as unique as ourselves would be connected by someone as comparatively workaday as your son? Is that a rhetorical point or would you like to do the math? I'd like to do the math.
I'd like that too.
[PENNY MOANS.]
BOTH: Aah! [LEONARD GIGGLES.]
[PENNY MOANS THEN COUGHS.]
PENNY: Mm.
-Oh.
-Heh-heh-heh.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
-Okay, now this time -Uh-huh.
you're gonna lick the salt off my neck do the shot-- Whoops! --and then bite the lime.
[CHUCKLING.]
I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything after "lick.
" Neck.
Shot.
Lime.
[BOTH GIGGLING.]
-Okay, shot, lime.
-Right.
Dah! Where's the lime? [BOTH GIGGLING.]
Oh, okay, we're sharing.
So, what do you think? I'm very tempted.
I'm just not sure it's appropriate with my son's roommate.
Normally, I'd feel the same way.
But based on everything I've observed about us I can't help but speculate we'd be very good together.
True.
I've had a similar observation.
It's certainly something I could never do with my husband.
I was hesitant the first time I tried it but I experienced an unanticipated and remarkable release of endorphins.
-It's quite satisfying.
-Mm.
I see what you're doing.
You're appealing to the neuroscientific researcher in me.
You see right through me, don't you? Only when you're in a CAT scanner.
[SNORTS THEN LAUGHS.]
[BOTH MOANING AND LAUGHING.]
This is actually gonna happen.
Honey.
Shush, shush, shush.
You shush.
I'm happy.
I wanna talk about it.
[LEONARD CHUCKLES.]
You know what my mother would say? She'd say because you were not loved by your father and I was not loved by my mother that having sex is our way of making up for intimacy we didn't get as children.
Why would you bring that up right now? I don't know.
Foreplay? So you're saying you're not having sex with me you're having sex with your mother? Um, I'm gonna go with no.
That is the sickest thing I have ever heard.
Uh, come on, you're trying to have sex with your father, and I'm okay with that.
PENNY: Get out! She said shush.
I should have shushed.
[BOTH SINGING JOURNEY'S "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT".]
All right, Mother.
-Um, have a nice flight.
-That's not really in my control, is it? Oh, uh, yes.
-Oh, good morning.
-Morning.
-I was just coming over to talk to you-- -You don't have to.
Ever.
Gotcha.
-Goodbye, Mother.
-Goodbye, Leonard.
So, slugger, shall we pick up where we left off last time? [PENNY SOBBING.]
I mean, my mom could've just said, "Bob, get over it, she's a girl, move on.
" But she didn't.
Not one word.
Interesting.
Would you be willing to fly to New Jersey and discuss your relationship with your parents during a brain scan? -Would it help? -Well, it would help me.
[SINGING "UNDER THE BRIDGE".]
[SINGING IN FALSETTO.]
[SQUEALS.]
[MUSIC STOPS.]
Fellas, please.
Penny, come on.
We were just finding our sound.
You found it.
It's the sound of a cat being run over by a lawn mower.
Well, I'm really very busy.
Is there any way we can put this off until I have more time to prepare? Of course, but, uh, you understand my trepidation.
-What's that about? -Not a clue.
Can't we just postpone it till the spring? Maybe next summer? This should be fairly easy to deduce.
He's holding the phone to his left ear.
Ears do not cross hemispheres.
He's using the analytical, rather than emotional side of the brain suggesting that he has no personal relationship with the caller.
No, I didn't realize it had been so long.
Sure.
I guess there's no other choice but to go ahead and do it.
He's referring to an activity he has done before.
It's unpleasant and needs to be repeated.
This suggests some sort of invasive medical test, like perhaps a colonoscopy.
Aren't there any other options? There's not a lot of room.
-It's gonna be uncomfortable.
SHELDON: Yes, yes.
I'm definitely going with colonoscopy.
Okay, bye.
My mother's coming to visit.
How about that? You were right.
It's out of order.
Yes, I can read the sign.
I'm just pondering the implications.
I think it implies that the elevator doesn't work.
Again, I can read the sign.
But the sign and tape are covered with a layer of dust which indicates the elevator has been nonfunctional for an amount of time which suggests either a remarkable passivity among the I assume 24 to 36 residents of this building based on the number of mailboxes and given typical urban population density or a shared delusion of functionality.
You must be Leonard's mother.
Oh, I don't know if I must be, but yes.
-Uh, I'm Penny, I'm his neighbor.
-Oh, Dr.
Beverly Hofstadter.
Oh, nice to meet you.
Oh, you're a hand shaker.
Interesting.
Uh, come with me, I'll walk you to the apartment.
Oh, all right.
Would you like to exchange pleasantries on the way? -Yeah, sure, I guess.
-All right, you start.
I've always been curious.
What was Leonard like when he was little? BEVERLY: Oh, I think you mean young.
He's always been little.
Right.
What was he like when he was young? You'll have to be more specific.
Oh, um, okay, like five or six.
-Five.
-Oh, well, at that age he was in what Freud would call the phallic stage of psychosexual development.
An outmoded theory, of course.
But the boy did spend most of his waking hours with a tight grasp on his penis.
Oh, yeah, Leonard mentioned you were a psychiatrist.
Well, that is one of my degrees.
My primary field is neuroscience.
Oh.
Well, I'm an actress.
[GIGGLES.]
Why? Ha.
What do you mean, why? There were studies that suggest many who go into the performing arts suffer from an external locus of identity.
Yeah, I don't know what that means.
Well, it means you value yourself only as others value you which is often the result of unmet childhood emotional needs.
Oh, well, I had a wonderful childhood.
Tell me about it.
I know my dad wanted a boy.
[SOBBING.]
l-- I just-- I tried being good at sports, but I hated getting dirty.
And then, I'm assuming, you entered adolescence.
Uh-huh.
He called me slugger until I got my first training bra and then he just stopped playing catch with me.
I wasn't slugger anymore.
Your mother's here.
If you want to have intercourse with that girl, find out what cologne her father wore.
Good to see you, mother.
Here's your tea, mother.
-Oolong? -Yes.
-Loose, not bagged? -Yes.
-Steeped three minutes? Two-percent milk? -Yes.
Yes.
-Warmed separately? -Yes.
-One teaspoon sugar? Raw sugar? -Yes.
Yes.
It's cold.
I'll start again.
I have the same problem with him.
My theory is that his lack of focus stems from an over-developed sex drive.
Oh, I don't know where he got that.
Aside from a pro-forma consummation of our marriage his father and I only had intercourse for the purposes of reproduction.
That seems a fairly efficient arrangement.
Yes, we think so.
We've both done papers on it.
Mine from a neuroscientific point of view and his from an anthropological.
Mine, of course, was the only one worth reading.
Of course.
I would very much like to read about your sex life.
Well, it's all online or you can order it from the Princeton University Press.
Here's your tea, Mother.
So, what are you guys talking about? The frequency with which your parents had intercourse.
Swell.
If you're lucky, maybe she'll show you the PowerPoint presentation.
I'm sorry, it's on my other laptop.
[GROANS.]
So, Mother -what's new? -You'll have to be more specific.
All right.
Uh, what's new with you? Oh, well, I've been having some fascinating menopausal symptoms recently.
Maybe something less personal? Oh.
Your Uncle Floyd died.
Oh, my God.
What happened? His heart stopped beating.
I have to urinate.
What a remarkable woman.
Yeah, l-- I thought you guys might hit it off.
I envy you your childhood.
I hate to tell you but the only warm memories I have of my childhood are of my Uncle Floyd.
You're clearly misremembering.
Your mother is brilliant, analytical, insightful.
I'm betting she never hit you with a Bible because you wouldn't eat Brussels sprouts.
Sheldon, you don't give your mother enough credit.
She's warm, she's loving, she doesn't glue electrodes to your head to measure your brain waves while potty training.
You were lucky.
When I was a kid, if I wanted an EEG, I had to attach my own electrodes.
So, Dr.
Hofstadter Leonard rarely talks about his incredibly successful brother and sister.
-Please don't go there, Howard.
-You know, I understand that unlike Leonard, they're at the top of their respective fields.
Boy, you suck.
Leonard's younger brother, Michael, is a tenured law professor at Harvard and his sister just successfully grew a human pancreas in an adolescent gibbon.
So she's close to curing diabetes? Why else would you grow a pancreas in a teenaged gibbon? Wow, you must be very proud.
Why? They're not my accomplishments.
I have to urinate.
-Why are you doing this? -You know the rules.
You brought your mom to work.
You must suffer.
[HOWARD CHUCKLES.]
Leonard, I had no idea your siblings were so much more successful than you.
[RAJESH CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, you're like the Jar Jar Binks of the Hofstadter family.
[AS JAR JAR BINKS.]
Oh, meesa think yousa looking so, so sad.
Rather than mock me my friends might realize this is difficult and try to help me through it.
Nope, I think mocking you is more fun.
Next time, don't yousa bring mama to work.
Okee-day? That was fast.
Oh, the middle stall was occupied.
I'll have to try again later.
It's totally understandable.
In bladder voiding, as in real estate it's location, location, location.
So where were we? Howard lives with his mother and Raj can't speak to women unless he's drunk.
Go.
Oh, that's fascinating.
Selective mutism is quite rare.
On the other hand, an adult Jewish male living with his mother is so common it borders on sociological cliché.
It's just temporary.
I pay rent.
He lives in the same room where his bassinet was.
Both selective mutism and an inability to separate from one's mother can stem from a pathological fear of women.
It might explain why the two of you have created an ersatz homosexual marriage to satisfy your need for intimacy.
Say what? [WHISPERS INAUDIBLY.]
That's basically what I just said.
You brought your husband to work, you know the rules.
[AS JAR JAR BINKS.]
Meesa thinking yousa looking pretty sad now too, betcha, betcha.
Leonard, it's 1:00.
Weren't you going to show me your laboratory at 1:00? No hurry, mother.
Tell them more about their secret love for each other.
But it's 1:00.
You were going to show me your laboratory at 1:00.
Her reasoning is unassailable.
It is 1:00.
Fine.
Let's go.
I think you'll find my work pretty interesting.
I'm attempting to replicate the dark matter signal found in sodium-iodide crystals by the Italians.
So no original research? No.
BEVERLY: What's the point of my seeing it? I could just read the paper the Italians wrote.
Okay, just for the record, we're not in an ersatz homosexual relationship.
Well, then, why didn't you say that to her? -Why is it always my responsibility? -Oh, it's not always your responsibility.
I swear, this is the same thing you did at the comic book store last week.
I can't believe you're bringing that up.
-I didn't bring it up.
You did.
-We'll talk about this later.
Well, you always say that, but we never do.
You went to the comic book store without me? -Hey.
-You got alcohol? -Mom still here? -Yep.
Come on in.
She's not gonna come here looking for you, is she? Oh, relax.
She took Sheldon to the hospital to get a brain scan.
-Oh, my God.
What happened? -Nothing.
Mother likes looking at brains and Sheldon likes getting his brain scanned.
Jeez, what a fun couple.
Ugh.
She's only here a day and a half and I'm seriously considering alcoholism as a new career path.
I talked to her for five minutes yesterday and I've been half bombed ever since.
You can't let her get into your head.
-My head, what about yours? -It's too late for me.
My head is her summer house.
She was right, you know.
The locus of my identity is totally exterior to me.
Oh, yeah, there she is.
Hi, mom.
Do you know where I was all morning? Auditioning with 50 other blondes for some stupid antidepressant commercial.
And for what? So I'll finally get my daddy's approval? Did you get the part? No, they said I was too perky.
Wanna talk about not getting love from a parent? You know what I used to do when I was little to have sensation of human contact? Yeah, you grabbed your penis and wouldn't let go.
Your mother told me.
[LEONARD SCOFFS.]
Of course she did.
That's not what I was gonna say.
Uh-- Uh, when I was 10-years old, I built a hugging machine.
-A hugging machine? -Yeah.
I got a mannequin, stuffed it with an electric blanket so it'd be warm and I built two radio-controlled arms that would hug me and pat my back.
Oh, that is so sad.
-Know what the saddest part was? -What? My father used to borrow it.
Your scan data will be very helpful to my research.
You have a remarkable brain.
I know.
Although I've always hated how my right frontal lobe looks in pictures.
Common complaint among men.
Nothing's ever big enough.
Except when they get a tumor.
Then you never hear the end of it.
Yeah, I'd love to see a scan of your brain sometime.
Oh, I'll send you a link, but its physiology is fairly unimpressive.
Oh, I can't believe that.
Your unwillingness to accept empirical evidence suggests an attempt at flattery.
My apologies.
I've been living with your son too long.
Gotten into some bad habits.
Understandable.
Can I make you a cup of tea? I doubt it, but if anyone has a chance, it's probably you.
I feel very comfortable around you.
I feel very comfortable around you too.
It's surprising because I generally don't feel comfortable around-- Well, anyone.
Nor I.
What are the odds that two individuals as unique as ourselves would be connected by someone as comparatively workaday as your son? Is that a rhetorical point or would you like to do the math? I'd like to do the math.
I'd like that too.
[PENNY MOANS.]
BOTH: Aah! [LEONARD GIGGLES.]
[PENNY MOANS THEN COUGHS.]
PENNY: Mm.
-Oh.
-Heh-heh-heh.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
-Okay, now this time -Uh-huh.
you're gonna lick the salt off my neck do the shot-- Whoops! --and then bite the lime.
[CHUCKLING.]
I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything after "lick.
" Neck.
Shot.
Lime.
[BOTH GIGGLING.]
-Okay, shot, lime.
-Right.
Dah! Where's the lime? [BOTH GIGGLING.]
Oh, okay, we're sharing.
So, what do you think? I'm very tempted.
I'm just not sure it's appropriate with my son's roommate.
Normally, I'd feel the same way.
But based on everything I've observed about us I can't help but speculate we'd be very good together.
True.
I've had a similar observation.
It's certainly something I could never do with my husband.
I was hesitant the first time I tried it but I experienced an unanticipated and remarkable release of endorphins.
-It's quite satisfying.
-Mm.
I see what you're doing.
You're appealing to the neuroscientific researcher in me.
You see right through me, don't you? Only when you're in a CAT scanner.
[SNORTS THEN LAUGHS.]
[BOTH MOANING AND LAUGHING.]
This is actually gonna happen.
Honey.
Shush, shush, shush.
You shush.
I'm happy.
I wanna talk about it.
[LEONARD CHUCKLES.]
You know what my mother would say? She'd say because you were not loved by your father and I was not loved by my mother that having sex is our way of making up for intimacy we didn't get as children.
Why would you bring that up right now? I don't know.
Foreplay? So you're saying you're not having sex with me you're having sex with your mother? Um, I'm gonna go with no.
That is the sickest thing I have ever heard.
Uh, come on, you're trying to have sex with your father, and I'm okay with that.
PENNY: Get out! She said shush.
I should have shushed.
[BOTH SINGING JOURNEY'S "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT".]
All right, Mother.
-Um, have a nice flight.
-That's not really in my control, is it? Oh, uh, yes.
-Oh, good morning.
-Morning.
-I was just coming over to talk to you-- -You don't have to.
Ever.
Gotcha.
-Goodbye, Mother.
-Goodbye, Leonard.
So, slugger, shall we pick up where we left off last time? [PENNY SOBBING.]
I mean, my mom could've just said, "Bob, get over it, she's a girl, move on.
" But she didn't.
Not one word.
Interesting.
Would you be willing to fly to New Jersey and discuss your relationship with your parents during a brain scan? -Would it help? -Well, it would help me.