The Big Bang Theory (2007–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - The Classified Materials Turbulence - full transcript

Smell that?

That's the smell of new comic books.

Oh, yes.

They're on me today, boys.

You're paying?
Have you been selling your sperm again?

No, I'm celebrating.

As we speak, the space shuttle is docking
at the Internationale Space Station...

...where it will deploy the Wolowitz
Zero-Gravity Waste Disposal System.

Oh, get over yourself.
It's a high-tech toilet.

Just think, thanks to your hard work...

...an international crew of astronauts will
boldly go where no man has gone before.



-ls that supposed to be funny?
-I believe it is.

The Star Trek reference
and the play on words...

...involving the double meaning
of "to go"...

...suggest that Leonard is humorously
mocking your efforts in space plumbing.

Okay, make your little jokes.
But of the four of us. . .

... I'm the only one making any real-world
contribution to science and technology.

He's right. This is an important
achievement for two reasons:

Number one, and of course, number two.

Oh, clever.

Playing on the use of cardinal numbers
as euphemisms for bodily functions.

Here, Sheldon.
I pulled the new Hellboy for you.

It's mind-blowing.

Excuse me, spoiler alert.

But I didn't spoil anything.



You told me it's mind-blowing,
so my mind is going into it pre-blown.

And once a mind is pre-blown,
it cannot be re-blown.

-I'm sorry.
-Said the Grinch to Christmas.

-Hey, can I talk to you about something?
-Sure. What's up?

Remember I went out with Penny
a couple weeks ago?

-Yeah, vaguely.
-Sure, you remember. That was the night. . .

...you went to the bar and made a fool of
yourself trying to pick up strange women.

What about it?

Well, the thing is,
the date didn't go that well.

Oh. Too bad. You know--

I guess the thing to do now is,
you know, pick yourself up.

Dust yourself off, forget it. Move on.

-I can't do that.
-Why the hell not?

Because we're going out again tomorrow.

Excuse me, Stuart?

-Have you read the new Flash?
-No.

Anyway, I figure this is probably
my last shot with Penny. . .

-. . .and I don't wanna screw it up.
-Oh, nobody wants that.

So here's my question:

It's the second date. You think
she'll be expecting things to get physical?

Oh, gee.

Yeah, my initial reaction is no.

But, you know, let me think about it
and get back to you, okay?

Okay. So you'll give me a call?

-Yeah, or you call me.
-Great.

Or nobody calls anyone.

Interesting, Penny's current suitor
asking advice from her former suitor.

Yeah, thanks for closed-captioning
my pain, Raj.

You wanna make sure he gets nowhere
with Penny...

...without jeopardizing your friendship
with either of them?

-I'm listening.
-Just tell him...

...to do everything you've done with her
for the last two years.

-Hey, Leonard.
-Oh, hi.

-How's it going?
-Good, good.

-You?
-Fine.

-Oh, yeah, hey, can I ask you something?
-Sure.

You know your friend Stuart?

Yes.

Well, he asked me out again
and I said yes.

And then I started thinking
maybe I should talk to you first.

-About what?
-Well, does it bother you?

Me going out with one of your friends?

-Because, you know, you and me--
-No. No, that's the past.

I'm really more of a right now
kind of guy.

You know, living in the moment.

Although I do have to live a little
in the future because, well, that's my job.

Of course, my fondness for classic science
fiction does draw my attention backwards...

...but those stories often take place
in the future, so--

In conclusion, no, it doesn't bother me.

Okay, well, that's really cool of you.

Yeah? Well, I wouldn't say cool.

I'd just say, "That's Leonard."

Well, in that case,
do you mind giving me some advice?

About Stuart?

Love to.

He's very shy. How do I make him
feel more comfortable around me?

Well, first of all, don't underestimate
the value of discomfort.

-Really?
-Well, yeah. Stuart thrives under pressure.

That's why he works
in a comic-book store.

Oh.

It's Stuart.

You're not going to answer it?

He wants to talk about Penny.
I don't wanna talk about Penny.

You're making an assumption.

Perhaps the comic book store is on fire.

And he needs your assistance.

Why would he call me?

We don't know.

And if you don't answer the phone,
we can't know.

I'm not answering the phone, Sheldon.

-Answer the phone, Leonard.
-No.

There. It went to voicemail.

Aren't you going
to check your messages?

-No.
-You have to check your messages.

The leaving of a message
is one half of a social contract. . .

...which is completed
by the checking of the message.

If that contract breaks down,
then all social contracts break down.

And we descend into anarchy.

It must be hell inside your head.

At times.

Guys, we have a code red.

Code red, the hospital emergency alert?
The computer worm?

Or the cherry-flavored soft drink
from the makers of Mountain Dew?

I was going over the schematics
on my Zero-G Toilet...

...and I made a teeny-tiny mistake
on the specifications for the diverter valve.

How teeny-tiny?

It's gonna fail after about 1 0 flushes.

-But the mission is for six months.
-That's the code red.

It's kind of like a jack-in-the-box.
No one knows exactly when. . .

...but at some point, something way worse
than a puppet is gonna pop out of that box.

Have you notified NASA?

You crazy? What am I gonna say?
I screwed up your toilet. . .

...and pretty soon there's gonna be crap
floating all over your nice space station?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna figure out how to fix it,
then I'll tell them.

So, what do you need us for?

He can't figure out how to fix it.

You said you were gonna be supportive.

I'm trying. But you have to admit,
this is pretty damn funny.

I agree.

It's a juxtaposition of the nature
of space exploration. . .

...against the banality of a malfunctioning
toilet that provides the comic fodder here.

Check your messages.

All right, this is an exact duplicate
of the Wolowitz Zero-Gravity...

...Human Waste Disposal System
as deployed on the Space Station.

Don't you mean the Wolowitz Zero-Gravity
Human Waste Distribution System?

Good one, yeah.

It's hilarious. Now.

Here's an approximation of the spare parts
available on the space station.

We gotta find a way, using nothing but this,
to reinforce this.

So the waste material avoids the turbine.

You mean, so it doesn't hit the fan?

You know, I have to say I thought the toilet
humor would get less funny with repetition.

Apparently, there is no law of diminishing
comedic returns with space poop.

-Hey, Leonard.
-Hey, Stuart.

-You busy?
-Uh--

Classified, Leonard.

Yeah, it's a regular Manhattan Project.

-What's up?
-Well, tonight's my date with Penny.

And we haven't been able to connect
by phone--

-Yeah, I'm sorry. It's been broken.
-Or e-mail.

Yeah, that's broken too.
Everything's broken.

Anyway, I was just wondering
if you had any last-minute advice.

All right. Well, off the top of my head. . .

...you know, I think the most important
thing with Penny is to go really slow.

I mean, glacial.

-Okay.
-You know, guys come on to her. . .

...all the time, so you need to, like,
set yourself apart, you know?

Be a little shy.

And don't make too much eye contact.

And you know, treat her with, like,
cool detachment.

And, you know, fear.

- Fear?
- Yeah.

Like you're afraid
that if you touch her, she'll break.

Well,
that plays right into my wheelhouse.

Good, good.
Well, you kids have fun tonight.

Thanks, Leonard.

What is that thing anyway?

You don't know what this is?

-No.
-Good, get out.

Be afraid of Penny. Nice, very crafty.

It wasn't bad advice.
It just wasn't particularly helpful.

For what it's worth, my mother says
that when we deceive for personal gain...

...we make Jesus cry.

All right, what if we use this two-inch PVC
to reinforce the center cross-support?

No good. I mean, it might work
for the Japanese and the Americans.. .

...but have you seen the size
of the Russians they got up there?

This thing has to hold up
against a hearty potato-based diet.

I feel terrible.

Maybe if you were helping,
you'd feel better about yourself.

I deliberately tried to sabotage
Stuart's date with Penny.

Of course you feel terrible. You completely
screwed up your karma, dude.

You don't really believe in that superstition,
do you?

It's not superstition,
it's practically Newtonian.

For every action,
there's an equal and opposite reaction.

Leonard pretends to be a friend,
and acts like a two-faced bitch.

Therefore, he is reborn as a banana slug.

It's actually a very elegant system.
You know, what goes around comes around.

Speaking of what goes around
comes around....

Okay, look.

Instead of trying to reinforce
this structure here. . .

...what if we ran another line,
bypassed it entirely?

Won't work.
The diameter of the tubing is insufficient.

What if we reposition
the collection tank?

It won't work. No way to mount it.

Here's an idea.
What if I change my name. . .

...and go live with my cousin
and her husband, Avi, in Israel?

That could work.

-Morning.
-Morning. What's up?

Nothing. We just pulled an all-nighter
trying to fix a Zero-Gravity pasta maker.

-I'm gonna make a coffee run. Want any?
-No. I have coffee.

Great,
so how'd it go with Stuart last night?

I really don't wanna talk about it.

Yeah. Right. Sure.

But, you know, the thing is,
before you guys went out...

-. . . I spoke to him and I--
-I said I don't wanna talk about it.

-Okay, I kind of feel res--
-Look, Leonard.

What goes on is none of your business.
So just leave it alone, okay?

If you really want to clean up your karma,
go get my freaking latte.

Hang on, I think I've got this.

Help me see if we can wedge
this piece of PVC behind the support rod.

You're overestimating the strength
of the substructure you're building.

-Sheldon, I know what I'm doing.
-If you knew what you were doing.. .

...there wouldn't be a space toilet
where my coffee table should be.

Howard, wait.

Why don't you use this instead of the PVC
to keep the filter assembly in place?

Because this is not a spare part
from the space station.

This is the thing from the pizza box
that keeps the lid from touching the cheese.

Is that what that's for?
In India, the lid just touches the cheese.

We also have rampant poverty
and periodic outbreaks of cholera.. .

...so a little cardboard in our cheese
is no biggie.

-Where you going?
-Comic-book store.

Oh, an excellent idea.
I could certainly use a break.

-Me too.
-You can go to the comic book store. . .

...when man can once again
safely poop in space.

Why does Leonard get to go?

Because he's upset
over his situation with Penny.

And if I have to hear about it again,
I'm gonna kick him in his ovaries.

- Thanks for understanding, Howard.
- I got your back, sister.

All right, I think we've got a prototype
ready to test. Hand me that Tupperware.

-That's heavy.
-Damn right, it's heavy.

It's my mother's meatloaf.

It's been testing toilets for generations.

I must say, Howard. . .

... I think a detailed letter to MIT
describing your current circumstances. . .

...might entitle you to a refund
on your Master's degree.

Okay, simulated zero-gravity human waste
disposal test with meatloaf analog.

In three, two, one.

Fascinating.

What do you think the problem is?

Not enough bread crumbs.

-Hey, Stuart, I need to talk to you.
-Sure, what's up?

I think I gave you some bad advice
about Penny and I want to apologize.

No, your advice was great.

-It was?
-Oh, yeah, going slow really worked.

You're kidding.

Never worked for me.

Yeah, last night at dinner
I did what you told me.

I went really slow, I kept my distance...

...and two bottles of wine later,
we were making out.

Wine? I didn't say to give her wine.

It doesn't matter.
That's where it all went to hell.

During the kissing?

What did you do, sneeze in her mouth?
I did that to a girl once.

No, everything was good and really hot.

And I said, "Oh, Penny". . .

...and right where she was supposed
to say, "Oh, Stuart" she said...

...your name.

-Leonard?
-That is your name, right?

Yeah. No, yeah, it is.

Wow, I'm sorry.

That must've been the last thing
you wanted to hear.

Well, it beats,
"You know I'm a dude, right?"

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

No doubt, no doubt.

Okay, well...

-. . . I'm sorry it didn't work out.
-Not your fault.

Yeah, how about that?

-See you soon.
-Yep, sure.

Yes, I understand. Classified.
We'll keep it all classified.

No one has to know anything about this
but you and me.

What's classified?

Howard's space toilet. I'll tell you later.

Well, they've deployed our solution.
Let's just all hope it works.

I don't see why I have to worry.

My career's not hanging in the balance.

That was a joke.

It's funny because it's true.

Leonard,
could you pass the soy sauce, please?

-I'm sorry, were you talking to me?
-Yeah, I said Leonard.

Yes, you did, didn't you?

What the hell is that?

Meatloaf.

What was it doing on the ceiling?

That's classified.

Houston, Internationale Space Station.

We have a little situation up here.

We'd like to make an unscheduled
space walk.

ISS, Houston...

...which crew members
would be involved in this EVA?

Houston, we'd all like
to step outside for a few minutes.

ISS, I'm afraid we can't authorize that.

Houston, this is more of an FYI call.

We are basically out the door.