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Sheldon: I miss the old days when your romantic partners could be returned to the video store. Howard: When you say making it work, does that include doing the cyber nasty? Leonard: What? Howard: You know, the virtual pickle tickle. The digital bow-chicka-bow-bow. Howard: you’re gonna lose Priya to some fancy guy in a turban who grew up with Kama Sutra coloring books. Sheldon: And now they’re cavorting at the base of my hair follicles like dancing hippies at the Redwood National Forest. Leonard: Sheldon, you do this all the time. You fixate on some crazy idea and then blow it way out of proportion. Sheldon: Name one time I’ve ever done that. Leonard: How about when you put GPS trackers in your garbage because you were convinced North Korean spies were stealing your doodles? The chicken nuggets you were sure were human nuggets. The strangely-shaped cloud that was following you around town. The time you put on my shirt by mistake and were convinced you’d started growing again. Sheldon: I said, name one. You really need to work on your listening skills. Penny: Why don’t you just admit you overreacted? Sheldon: No, thank you. Leonard: It’s like living with a Chihuahua. Penny: What’s up, buttercup? What’s the word, hummingbird? What’s the gist, physicist? Leonard: TTa-da! Man nipples. Sheldon: If your video’s frozen, try resetting the TCP/IP stack. Leonard: Oh! I didn’t even think of that. Thanks. Sheldon: You’re welcome. Please let me know when you and your girlfriend are done hogging the bandwidth for your self-abuse. I’m trying to stream a movie on Netflix in here. Amy: Best friends, besties, BFFs, peas in a pod, sisters who would share travelling pants. Amy: Kiss me where I’ve never been kissed before. Sheldon: You mean like Salt Lake City? Amy: Everything except bra and panties. And they’re a leopard-spotted secret I share with Victoria.