The Big Bang Theory 5x8

The Isolation Permutation

& Sheldon: Ladies, please. These four walls once housed an intellectual salon where the mind received nourishment* as well as the stomach. But through no one’s fault, Penny, the quality of dinner conversation in this apartment has declined. And again, I’m looking at no one in particular, Penny.
    Leonard: What would you like to talk about, Sheldon?
    Howard: “What would you like to talk about, Sheldon?” Why do you hate us?

& Sheldon: You’re leaving?
    Amy: Sheldon, sometimes you forget, I’m a lady. And with that comes an estrogen-fueled need to page through thick glossy magazines that make me hate my body.

& Sheldon: New topic: women. Delightfully mysterious or bat-crap crazy?

& Sheldon: I’m a little distracted. I can’t seem to get in touch with Amy. I tried e-mail, video chat, tweeting her, posting on her Facebook wall, texting her, nothing.
    Leonard: Did you try calling her on the telephone?
    Sheldon: The telephone! You know, Leonard, in your own simple way, you may be the wisest of us all.

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& Sheldon: You didn’t respond to any of my electronic communications.
    Amy: I wanted to be alone.
    Sheldon: Would you like to talk about it? And keep in mind that “no” is a perfectly viable answer.

& Amy: Sheldon, I’m going to ask you something, and I’d like you to keep an open mind.
    Sheldon: Always.
    Amy: At this moment, I find myself craving human intimacy and physical contact.
    Sheldon: Oh, boy. You know ours is a relationship of the mind.
    Amy: Proposal. One wild night of torrid* lovemaking that soothes my soul and inflames my loins.
    Sheldon: Counterproposal. I will gently stroke your head and repeat, “Aw, who’s a good Amy.”

& Amy: Look at this brain...
    Penny: I don’t really want to.
    Amy: This is us. Bernadette, you are the analytical, scientific left hemisphere. Penny, you’re the creative, spontaneous right hemisphere. And where’s Amy? She’s right here... the sad little tumor no one wants to go dress shopping with.

& Sheldon: Did you know that when Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone, he proposed answering it with “ahoy”*?

& Sheldon: Amy? Is that you?.. Have you been drinking?.. I’m sorry, I bet my sweet what?!
    Leonard: What’s going on?
    Sheldon: It would seem Amy is drunk in a liquor store parking lot.
    Leonard: Really? Amy?
    Sheldon: Leonard, be glad you can’t keep a woman. They are a handful*.

& Amy: Sheldon, what would it take for you to go into that liquor store, buy a bottle of hooch, take me across the street to that motel, and have your way with me?
    Leonard: Yeah, Sheldon, what would it take?

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nourishment — питание; пища
torrid — жаркий; знойный; страстный; пылкий
ahoy — на палубе
handful — наказание; беда

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