I'm gonna run to the store. I'll pick you up when you're done.
Okay. L like it a little better when you stay, but all right.
- Hey, Sheldon. - Hello.
I'm here for my haircut with Mr. D'Onofrio.
I'm sorry, Uncle Tony is in the hospital. He's pretty sick.
Oh, dear, Mr. D'Onofrio's in the hospital.
Why do these things always happen to me?
- L can cut it for you. - You're not Mr. D'Onofrio.
I get my hair cut by Mr. D'Onofrio.
You believe this guy?
Excuse us for a second.
Sheldon, it's okay, he can do it. He's a barber.
He's not a barber, he's the nephew.
An example of the nepotism...
that runs rampant in the barbering industry.
Besides Mr. D'Onofrio knows exactly how I like my hair done...
because he has all my haircut records from my barber in Texas.
What are you talking about?
When I first moved here, I was nervous about finding a new barber...
so my mother had all my haircut records sent here to Mr. D'Onofrio.
There's no such thing as haircut records.
- Yes, there are. - Have you ever seen them?
No, but my mother assured me they were sent here...
and I'll bet you dollars to donuts that this one doesn't have them.
Excuse me.
Do you have access to my haircut records?
Your what?
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot, this is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but with a nephew.
Sheldon, you're a grown man, he's a professional...
and your haircut is number three on that poster from 1946.
- Just sit down and let him do it. - Fine.
But if I come out of this looking like a dork, it's on you.
- So my kid said the funniest thing today. - Nope.
When you tell this story later, the word we usually use is "quirky."
- Can you pass the Parmesan cheese? - Sure.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to get the hair out of my eyes.
Sheldon, you are one day late for your haircut.
Thank you for captioning my nightmare.
- Lookie here, I got my travel orders. - Hmm.
"Payload Specialist Howard Wolowitz is requested to report..."
to the NASA Johnson Space Center, Houston, Texas...
"...for astronaut training Monday 8 a.m."
Yeah, but it's from NASA, so it's 0800.
But it says 8 a.m.
- You read it as 0800. - Lt doesn't have an O in front of it.
It does have an O in front of it.
Oh, my God, I'm an astronaut, and you're dying ofjealousy.
So, what kind of things are they...? Will you stop that?
I can't help it, I feel like a teen heartthrob.
Sheldon, I used to cut my brother's hair. I could do it.
Penny, I know you mean well, offering the skills of the hill folk...
but here in town, we don't churn our own butter...
we don't make dresses out of gunny sacks...
and we sure as shooting don't get our hair cut by bottle-blond...
Sheldon, be nice.
I'm sorry, it's the bad-boy attitude that comes with this hair.
You could go to my guy. He's at Juan-Juan in Beverly Hills.
They bring you a cup of tea, massage your scalp.
It's $200 but sometimes you look in the next chair...
and you see a superstar like Tony Danza.
Quick question here, have we actually changed the conversation...
from "I'm going to astronaut training" to "Sheldon can't get a haircut"?
Now who's dying ofjealousy? "Oh," it's you.
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted
Wanted Dead or alive
Sheldon, you're ruining girlfriend-boyfriend sing-along night.
I'm sorry. I'm looking for a barber and I'm running out of time.
My hair is growing...
at the rate of 4.6 yoctometers per femtosecond.
If you're quiet, you can hear it.
- What about Supercuts? - No, I tried once.
They do men's and women's hair in the same room at the same time.
It's like Sodom and Gomorrah with mousse.
Well, this isn't a crisis. Why don't you just let your hair grow out a little?
Why don't I let my hair grow out?
Why don't I start wearing Birkenstocks...
and seeking validation of my opinions by asking, "Can you dig it?"
I don't know. L think you might look sexy with long hair.
With the kind that flows down to your shoulders...
and blows back while riding on a horse.
Bareback and bare-chested.
I'm gonna go brush my teeth, it might take a while.
- Hi. - Hi, sweetie.
- L miss you. - L miss you too.
So tell me all about your first day.
Oh, wow, where do I even start? I got to experience zero gravity.
- Cool. How do they do that? - It's pretty neat.
You get in this plane that goes almost straight up for like 20 seconds...
and then straight back down like it's gonna crash...
and they do it over and over again, no matter how many times you throw up.
- You threw up? - Yeah. And the craziest part is...
because there's no gravity, the throw-up kind of floats there.
In a little ball, and if your mouth is open...
because you're screaming...
sometimes it just floats right back in.
Boy, does everyone laugh at you when that happens.
- That sounds mean. - No.
I would have laughed too...
but I didn't want the vomit to come back out.
Heh. Anyway...
Oh, could you do me a favor...
and overnight me some more underwear?
- Sure, why? - I got a look at the centrifuge...
they're gonna spin me around in tomorrow...
and I have a hunch I packed a little light.
Mr. D'Onofrio?
It's me, Sheldon.
They didn't have anything barber-themed in the gift shop...
so I got you this.
Don't know if you can read his little T-shirt. Lt says, "Get well beary soon."
Trust me, if you were even a little conscious right now, you'd be laughing.
Anyway...
There's new studies that show...
people in comas are aware of everything going on around them.
With that in mind, if you can hear me...
move away from the light and toward the sound of these scissors.
- Can I help you? - Yes.
Do you have something I could use as a cape?
Oh, dear, did we spit out our pills, slip out of the ninth floor...
and go on a little adventure?
Oh, no, I'm just here to get my hair cut.
I see. Just wait here one moment.
Security!
I gotta run. But not with scissors. That would be unsafe.
So if I move my horsey here...
isn't that checkmate and I win?
Hmm.
Oh... ls it or isn't it?
You know, I think this is a good stopping point.
It's your first real game. I threw a lot of information at you.
No, your king is trapped.
He can't go here because of my lighthouse...
and...
he can't go here because of my pointy-head guy.
Like I said, complicated game.
- So did I win or not? - Did you have fun?
Because if you had fun, then you are a winner.
That's what chess is all about.
- Hello. - Hey.
Oh, hey. Sorry, Sheldon, I'll move.
Why? My spot, your spot. What difference does it make?
- Okay, what just happened? - L don't know.
Between you playing chess like Bobby Fischer...
and Sheldon being okay with you in his spot...
I'm guessing someone went back in time...
stepped on a bug, and changed the course of human events.
- Sweetie, are you all right? - No, I'm not all right.
It's been six days since I was supposed to get a haircut...
and nothing horrible has happened.
Okay, I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- Leonard, explain it to her. - Oh, uh, he's crazy.
I have spent my whole life trying to bring order to the universe...
by carefully planning every moment of every day.
But all my efforts, our dinner schedule, my pajama rotation...
my bowel movement spreadsheet...
It's clear now, I've been wasting my time.
Good. I'm taking that disgusting chart off the fridge.
You know...
sometimes it's nice not knowing what's coming.
Look at me and Leonard.
We went out, broke up, trying again.
We don't know what's gonna happen.
Oh, please, everyone knows what's going to happen.
But I see your point.
I think this could be good for you.
Maybe it's time for you to shake things up a bit.
You're right.
I should embrace the chaos.
- Great. What are you gonna do first? - L don't know.
I could do anything. All bets are off.
The world is my oyster.
I got it.
I'm gonna put on my Tuesday pajamas tonight.
I got to tell you, I'm a little worried about him.
If I were you, I'd be worried...
that a girl who's never played chess in her life just kicked your ass.
Hi.
Howie, what happened to you?
We did overnight survival training in the wilderness.
Big fun. Big, big fun.
I was gonna freshen up for you...
but I blacked out a little on the way to the bathroom.
Survival training? Is that like camping?
Uh-huh. Except you don't have food or water...
and they don't have a sunset Sabbath service...
like they do at Camp Hess Kramer.
- Do you sleep in tents? - No.
I slept in a hole I dug in the ground with my bare hands.
And at some point during the night, an armadillo crawled in...
and spooned me.
- Poor baby. - But I did it. L survived.
I wasn't sure I was going to when the sandstorm hit.
I just pulled my turtleneck up over my head and waited for death.
But somehow as I sat there...
wrapped in a cocoon of my own neck-sweat...
I found that primal part of the human spirit...
that just wants to keep on living, heh-heh, no matter what the cost.
You're so brave. I'm proud of you.
I ate a butterfly.
It was so small...
beautiful...
but I was so hungry.
- Are you crying? - No, I don't think it's possible.
I'm severely dehydrated.
My pee is like toothpaste.
Howie, if you're not able to do this, come home.
It won't change how I feel about you.
Thanks, honey, but I can't quit.
If I do, I'd just be a guy...
who had a chance to be an astronaut and gave it up.
Is there anything I could do to help?
No.
Wait. Send more underwear.
Don't let this be Sheldon playing bongos.
Please, don't let this be Sheldon playing bongos.
Hello, Leonard, Do you like my bongos?
Bet you didn't know that I had bongos
Sheldon, it's 3:00 in the morning.
Three in the morning Is a good time for bongos
I was sleeping.
Leonard sleeps while I play bongos
No, he doesn't.
Leonard no sleep while I play bongos
Bongo solo.
Stop. Stop it. Stop. Stop.
Stop it.
- What the hell? - Oh, hi, Penny, guess what?
Sheldon got bongos.
- Why did you get bongos? - Richard Feynman played the bongos.
I thought I'd try.
Feynman was a famous physicist.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
I don't care if Richard Feynman was a purple leprechaun who lived in my butt.
Penny meant If he were a purple leprechaun
Penny forgot to use the subjunctive
Sheldon, go to bed. You have work in the morning.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe tomorrow I start a bongo band and tour the world.
No, hang on. Roommate Agreement.
No hootenannies, sing-a-longs, or barbershop quartets after 10 p.m.
Roommate Agreement? Are you kidding?
We are living in a world of chaos.
Roommate Agreement.
- Where are you going? - Wherever the music takes me, kitten.
I play bongos walking down the stairs
Oh! Oh!
Never play bongos Walking down the stairs
- Surprise. - What are you doing here?
Here to help you get through this.
Can't do it on your own, you need someone to take care of you.
- Oh. L love you so much. - Oh, and I love you.
Howard, your bath is getting cold.
Don't worry, once she falls asleep, I'll spoon you like an armadillo. Heh.
He showed up in the middle of the night with his bongos.
I foolishly thought it was some sort of musical booty call.
Poor guy. He must have been exhausted.
Sheldon like to sleep While Leonard play the bongo
- That was kind of uncalled for. - No, it was called for.
What's going on?
Sheldon, this craziness has gone on long enough.
Please come home so I can cut your hair.
Penny, you're not trained. You're not licensed.
And most importantly, you don't have access to my haircut records.
All right, honey, look...
we've known each other for a long time now, right?
I've taken you to Disneyland, I kicked a bully in the nuts for you.
I sing you "Soft Kitty" when you're sick, you've even seen me naked once.
I'm sorry, what?
It was a long story. Anyway, Sheldon, I promise I know what I'm doing.
Please let me cut your hair.
Amy, what do you think?
There's not a hair on my body I wouldn't let this woman trim.
Fine, let's go.
Thank you for letting me sleep on your couch.
There's only so many times a woman can say, "How about the bed?"
what's this about Sheldon seeing you naked?
Oh, relax. It was just her bottom and her breasts.
Almost done.
At the end of the haircut, Mr. D'Onofrio would tell me a dirty joke.
Oh, sorry, I don't know any dirty jokes.
That's okay, I never understood them anyway.
Okay, what do you think?
Hmm. Well, it's a little Hollywood.
But I think I can pull it off. Well done, Penny.
Told you. I'm just gonna clean up your neck a little...
- and then you are good to go. - Fun time.
Sorry, sometimes the clippers tickle me.
Okay.
Okay, yep, we're all done now. It's... It's good.
Let me just take that away from you. Okay.
- Thank you very much. - You are welcome.
Okay.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to move. Ahem.