The Big Bang Theory (2007–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Bad Fish Paradigm - full transcript

Leonard becomes concerned when his date with Penny ends abruptly and she starts blowing him off. When told the truth, Sheldon would rather move out than keep Penny's reasons a secret from Leonard.

So you see, what you're eating
is not technically yogurt,

because it doesn't have
enough live acidophilus cultures.

It's really just ice milk
with carrageenan added for thickness.

That's very interesting.

It's also not pink
and has no berries.

Yeah, but it doesn't
really answer my question.

- What was your question again?
- Do you want some?

- Right. No. I'm lactose intolerant.
- Right.

- So, gas.
- Yeah, got it.

Well... good night.

What are you doing?

There's a draft.

I didn't feel a draft.

Why don't we just go into, your...

Yeah, you know what, maybe
we should slow things down a little.

I didn't mean
to go into your apartment to...

- go fast.
- No, I know.

I know what you meant, it's just...
this is only our first date.

Okay, sure, no problem.

Why don't we just figure out
where we're going

and when we want to get there,

and then rate of speed
equals distance over time.

Solve for R.

Or we could just wing it.

That might work, too.

- Good night, Leonard.
- Good night.

He's coming. Screensaver!

Hey, Leonard.
How was your date?

Bite me.

Sheldon, how could you just sit there
and let them spy on me?

They were clever.

They exploited my complete lack
of interest in what you were doing.

You should thank us.
When future generations try to determine

why your relationship
with Penny crashed and burned,

this right here is the black box.

What are you talking about?
The date went fine.

She said she wants
to slow things down.

Okay, so she said
she wants to slow things down.

It's like saying,
"I'm really enjoying this meal.

"I'm going to slow down
and savor it."

No, it's like,
"This fish tastes bad,

"so I'm gonna slow down
and spit it out."

- You being the fish.
- I'm not the fish.

Did you make a second date?

No, we sort of decided to wing it.

Even I know that's lame.

Okay, all right,
let's assume your hypothesis.

We went to dinner, we talked,
we laughed, we kissed.

Where could I have possibly gone wrong?

Think back, Leonard.
The littlest things can set women off.

Like, "Hey, the waitress is hot,

"I bet we could get her
to come home with us."

Or, "How much
does your mom weigh?

"I want to know what I'm getting into."

- I didn't say anything like that.
- Good, 'cause they don't work.

They also don't care for it
if you stare at them and hyperventilate.

Sadly, that's my home run swing.

Look, everything went fine.

I didn't even have to refer
to my impromptu conversation starters.

That woman across the hall is into me.

Let's go to the tape.

Look at her reaction
to the good night kiss.

No change in respiration,
pupils un-dilated,

- no flushing of the chest.
- Nice close-up, by the way.

Interesting. Her jaws are clenched:
no tongue access.

Clearly a bad sign
amongst mating humans.

That's not a bad sign.

Please, you might as well have been
two iguana with no dewlap enlargement.

And the worst sign of all
is you're here and not there.

I'm not there
because I'm taking things slow,

which, by the way, compared to you guys,
approaches warp speed.

And take down that camera.

He was a lot more fun
when he had no hope.

Give him time.

Episode 201: The Bad Fish Paradigm

Synch: Sixe, Jesslataree


Oh, hi, Penny.

FYI, the hot water is inadequate
on machine two, so colors only,

and four is still releasing the fabric
softener too early in the cycle,

- so avoid using it for your delicates.
- Thanks.

Good Lord...
why don't you just take your clothes

down to the river
and beat them with a rock?

Can I ask you a question?

I would prefer that you not,
but I won't go so far as to forbid it.

All right, I heard yes, so...

Here's my question.

Has Leonard ever dated,

you know, a regular girl?

I assume you're not referring
to digestive regularity.

Because I've come to learn
that such inquiries are inappropriate.

No, I meant, has he ever been involved
with someone

who wasn't a brainiac?

A few years ago,
he did go out with a woman

who had a PhD
in French literature.

How is that not a brainiac?

Well, for one thing, she was French.

For another,
it was literature.


Do you think that if
Leonard and I keep dating,

he'll eventually
get bored with me?

- That depends.
- On what?

Do you have a working knowledge
of quantum physics?

Do you speak Klingon?

- You know any card tricks?
- Okay, you know what...

I get it.
Leonard has no business being involved

with a waitress-slash-actress
who felt so insecure

that she lied to him
about finishing community college.

Why would you lie about that?

He was going on and on
about this college and that grad school,

I didn't want him to think
I was some kind of stupid loser.

You thought the opposite
of "stupid loser"

was "community college graduate"?

You know, there are a lot
of successful people in this country

who are community college graduates.

Yeah, but you are neither.


Okay, this is between you and me.
You cannot tell Leonard any of this.

You're asking me to keep a secret?

Well, I'm sorry,

but you would have had to express
that desire before revealing the secret,

so I could've chosen if I wanted to
accept the covenant of secret keeping.

You can't impose a secret
on an ex post facto basis.


Secret keeping
is a complicated endeavor.

One has to be concerned
not only about what one says,

but about facial expressions,
autonomic reflexes.

When I try to deceive,
I myself have more nervous tics

than a Lyme disease research facility.

It's a joke.

It relies on the homonymic relationship

between "tick,"
the bloodsucking arachnid,

and "tic,"
the involuntary muscular contraction.

I made it up myself.

Okay, look, if Leonard
finds out that I lied,

I will absolutely die
of embarrassment.

- Physiologically impossible.
- Sheldon, please.

Look, I am asking you as a friend.

So you're saying that friendship
contains within it

an inherent obligation
to maintain confidences?



One more question, and perhaps
I should have led with this.

When did we become friends?

... i.e., I couldn't
become Green Lantern

unless I was chosen
by the Guardians of Oa,

but given enough start-up capital
and an adequate research facility,

I could be Batman.

You could be Batman?

I'm Batman. See?

- Hi, guys.
- Hi, Penny.

If you're free Friday night,
I thought maybe we could go see a movie.

Oh, you know, I think I have
the dinner shift on Friday.

What about Saturday?

I'm not sure; the manager
hasn't posted the schedule yet.

- How about I let you know?
- Great.

So you just let me know
when you know.

Okay, so...
Oh, God, I am the bad fish.

What did I do wrong?

Why are you asking me?

I have no information
about your interactions with Penny

other than what you have provided me,

nor do I have any method
of learning such things.

- What does that mean?
- Nothing.

You seem to be implying
an informational back-channel

between me and Penny
where obviously none exists.

No, I didn't.

I just think you need to be careful
how you phrase things, sir.

- What's going on with you?
- I might ask you the same question.

Why are you attempting to drag me

into matters which have nothing
to do with me,

but exist between you and Penny,
a person to whom I barely speak?

What's wrong with your face?

There's no reason
to bring my looks into this.

Good day, Leonard.

- What?
- I said, "Good day."

"Good day"?

Also today, we have
a fresh-caught Alaska salmon,

and that's served
with a teriyaki glaze and sticky rice.

- Our soup of the day is...
- You must release me from my oath.

Sheldon, I'm working.

- Why don't you take a minute to decide?
- Oh, my...

I can't keep your secret.

I'm going to fold
like an energy-based de novo protein

in conformational space.

Like a Renaissance tryptich.

Like a cheap suit.

Look, why is it so hard for you
to keep one little secret?

I'm constitutionally incapable.
That's why I was refused clearance

for a prestigious
government research fellowship

at a secret military supercollider

located beneath a fake
agricultural station

12.5 miles southeast
of Traverse City, Michigan.

Which you did not hear about
from me.

Just forget I told you about me...

- not graduating from community college.
- Forget?

You want me to forget?
This mind does not forget.

I haven't forgotten a single thing

since my mother stopped
breastfeeding me.

- It was a drizzly Tuesday.
- Okay...

You promised me
you would keep my secret,

so just figure out a way to do it.

Leonard, I'm moving out.

What do you mean, you're moving out?

There doesn't have to be a reason.

Yeah, there kinda does.

Not necessarily.

This is a classic example
of Munchausen's Trilemma.

Either the reason is predicated
on a series of sub-reasons

leading to an infinite regression,

or it tracks back to arbitrary
axiomatic statements,

or it's ultimately circular,

i.e. I'm moving out
because I'm moving out.

I'm still confused.

Leonard, I don't see
how I could have made it any simpler.

Hey, qu'est-ce que s'up?

We just got back from that exhibit
of those plasticized human cadavers.

And some of those skinless chicks
were hot!

If you'll excuse me,
I'm going to pack.

That's kind of an overreaction
to a little harmless necrophilia.

It's not you, Howard.
He says he's moving out.

What did you do?

Did you change the contrast
or brightness settings on the TV?

Did you take a Band-Aid off
in front of him?

Did you buy generic ketchup,
forget to rinse the sink,

talk to him
through the bathroom door?

Adjust the thermostat,
cook with cilantro,

pronounce the "t" in often?

Did you make fun of trains?

No, I didn't do anything.
He's just gone insane.

We all knew this day was coming.

That was fast.

It's my pre-packed disaster
evacuation bag.

It's recommended by the Department
of Homeland Security.

And Sarah Connor.

Where are you going to live?

Until I find a permanent place,
I will stay with friends.


You can't stay with me.
I have a teeny-tiny apartment.

Excuse me, but isn't hosting guests
an aspect of manushya yajna,

one of the five central religious duties
or sacrifices of the Hindu householder?

I hate trains.

Don't be ridiculous,
you love trains.

Yes, I do. Come on.

See you later, Leonard.

This could work.

This is a very old building.

60 years.
It used to be a watch factory.


Don't you worry
about the residual radium

from the luminous dials?

Not until now!

I can't believe I didn't bring
my Geiger counter.

I had it on my bed
and I didn't pack it.

- If you're not comfortable staying...
- I'm kidding, I packed it.

It was a joke.

I was subverting
the conversational expectations.

I believe they call that
the... ol' switcheroo.


Is that woman Aishwarya Rai?

Yes, isn't she an amazing actress?

Actually, I'd say
she's a poor man's Madhuri Dixit.

How dare you!

Aishwarya Rai is a goddess.

By comparison,
Madhuri Dixit is a leprous prostitute.

Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Obviously, you're not that familiar
with Indian cinema.

Who is it?


Tag, you're it.

Shouldn't you put him
in a brown paper bag

and set him on fire?!

I've never slept
on an air mattress before.

No lumbar support whatsoever.

Maybe you'd be happier
on a park bench.

I don't see any way
to get a park bench in here.

- Do you want to switch?
- No, that's fine.

I'm perfectly comfortable
sleeping on a bouncy castle.

- Get out of bed. We're switching.
- Only if you want to.

Just get in the bed!

What's going on?

Are you boys roughhousing?

We're just talking, Ma!

If you don't settle down right now,

I'm not going to let you
have any more sleepovers!

For God's sake, Ma,
I'm 27 years old!

And it's not even a school night!

Comfy now?

That poster of Halle Berry
is a little unnerving.

So don't look at it.

She's like
my fourth favorite Catwoman.

No kidding.

Yeah, Julie Newmar, Michelle Pfieffer,
Eartha Kitt, and then her.

What about Lee Merriweather?

I forgot about Lee Merriweather.

I'm glad that's settled.

That makes Halle Berry
my fifth favorite Catwoman.

It's Julie Newmar, Michelle Pfieffer,

- Eartha Kitt, Lee Merriweather...
- Please, I'm begging you. Go to sleep.

I'm trying. I'm counting Catwomen.

She did make a fine mutant
in the X-Men movies, though.

- For God's sake.
- She's not my favorite of the X-Men.

In order that would be:
Wolverine, Cyclops...

I forgot Professor X.

Professor X, Wolverine, Cyclops,

Iceman, then Storm,
Angel, the Beast--

No, wait, Nightcrawler.

Professor X, Nightcrawler,
Wolverine, Cyclops, Iceman, Storm,


I'm coming!

There he is.

There my old buddy bud bud.

What's with him?

Koothrappali dumped him on me,
and he couldn't get to sleep,

so I gave him a glass of warm milk

with a handful
of my mom's Valium in it...

but he still wouldn't shut up,
so tag, you're it.

I'm ba-ack.

- I still don't know why you left.
- I can't tell you.

Why not?

I promised Penny.

You promised Penny what?

I wouldn't tell you the secret.

What secret?
Tell me the secret.

Mom smokes in the car.

Jesus is okay with it
but we can't tell Dad.

Not that secret. The other secret.

- I'm Batman!
- Damn it! Sheldon!

You said Penny told you a secret.
What's the secret?

Okay, I'll tell you,

but you can't tell Leonard.

I promise.

Penny lied about graduating
from community college

'cause she's afraid
she's not smart enough for Leonard.

So it's nothing I did?
It's her problem?

I drank milk that tasted funny.

Penny thinks I'm too smart for her.
That's ridiculous.

I know.

Most of your work
is extremely derivative.

And don't worry,
that's not a secret.

Everybody knows.

Hi. Yeah, hi.

I know what's been bothering you
about us, and I have the answer.

What are you talking about?

First, I wanna say
that it's not Sheldon's fault.

He tried very hard to keep your secret.

If Howard hadn't drugged him,
he would've taken it to his grave.

- He told you?
- Yes, but it's okay.

Now that we know what the problem is
there's a simple solution.

Pasadena City College?

"A place for fun,
a place for knowledge."

This man here is playing hackey-sack,
and this girl's gonna be a paralegal.

Oh, I get it.

Because Dr. Leonard Hofstadter

can't date a girl
without a fancy college degree.

It's really not that fancy.
It's just a city college.

Right, but I have to have some
sort of degree to date you?

That doesn't matter to me at all.

So it's fine with you
if I'm not smart.


Okay, this time,
I know where I went wrong.

Bite me!