We are lost boys, children of the night.

Sheldon: The math would suggest that in a few I’m a clown made of candy. But I don’t dance.

Sheldon: It’s an iCal download, she can put it right in her phone.

Penny: Oh, you’re my little homunculus.

Penny: I give up. He's impossible!
Sheldon: I can't be impossible; I exist! I think what you meant to say is, 'I give up; he's improbable'.

Sheldon: Penny, it’s as if the Cheesecake Factory is run by witches.

Penny: Oh man, did the KISS Army repeal 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell?

Howard: They're called tattoo sleeves... Put them on, have freaky sex with some freaky girl with her business pierced, take them off, and I can still be buried in a Jewish cemetary.

Howard: I want to stop at Walgreens and pick up some more eyeliner.
Leonard: They're gonna get beaten up at that club.
Penny: They're gonna get beaten up at Walgreens.

Raj: I think we’re fitting in quite nicely.
Howard: It’d help if you weren’t drinking light beer.
Raj: Oh, what’s so gothic about vodka and cranberry juice?
Howard: Hello, it looks like blood.

Sheldon: It's not cartoons, it's anime!

Leonard: Sheldon, you can't train my girlfriend like a lab rat!
Sheldon: Actually, it turns out I can.

Sarah: What’s goth food?
Raj: Uh… blackened salmon?

Raj: Are you happy now?
Howard: Not particularly.

Sheldon: Oh, come on, you can’t tell me that you’re not intrigued about the possibility of building a better girlfriend.

Girl: What are you gonna get, Raj?
Raj: With my luck - Hepatitis!

Raj: When we tell this story, let’s end it differently.
Howard: What are you thinking? Maybe a big musical number?

Sheldon: Interesting. Sex works even better than chocolate to modify behavior. I wonder if anyone else has stumbled onto that.