So I got the craziest e-mail this morning.
I don't mean to burst your bubble, but penile-enlargement pills do not work.
Believe me, I know.
The e-mail I got was from the office of Stephen Hawking.
- You're kidding. - Why?
He's coming to the university to lecture...
and he's looking for an engineer to maintain equipment on his wheelchair.
That's amazing. You'll be like his pit crew.
A word of caution, I would not do your Stephen Hawking impression...
in front of him.
You're right.
I suppose that could be considered offensive.
Oh, boy. Oh, Sheldon's going to freak out.
Yeah, he worships Hawking.
I was thinking about bringing him along, so he can meet the great man.
- That's really nice of you, Howard. - It's no big deal.
Boy, a restraining order from Stephen Hawking.
It'll look so nice next to the ones he's got...
from Leonard Nimoy, Carl Sagan and Stan Lee.
Leonard, do you recall when I said that I was going...
to revolutionize understanding of the Higgs boson particle...
and you said, "Sheldon, it's 2 a.m. Get out of my bedroom"?
Like it was 10 hours ago. What about it?
Well, I believe I've done it.
I'm only saying "believe" to sound modest...
because, sweet Sam Houston, I did it.
- Really? - That's incredible. Oh, here.
- Break out the math. - Oh, okay. Let me see this.
All right, so this particle here is the boson moving forward in time.
Now, I was thinking...
Howard, you go ahead and eat. This isn't gonna make any sense to you.
Sheldon, I have a working understanding of physics.
Yeah, good for you. And don't stop working on it.
You still going to tell him...
- about you-know-who? - Yep.
- Still gonna introduce him? - Not on your life.
Please, please, please. Let me meet Hawking.
- L told you no. - But I said I'm sorry.
No, you said, "Would it help if I said 'l'm sorry'?"
Well, and you never answered me.
So who owes whom an apology now?
Sheldon, you're a condescending jerk.
Why on earth would I want to do something nice for you?
To go to Jewish heaven?
Jews don't have heaven.
Well, then, to avoid Jewish hell?
Have you met my mother? I live in Jewish hell.
Howard, please. This is Stephen Hawking.
Perhaps my only intellectual equal.
You can't be serious.
Try to put yourself in my place.
Imagine you're the sole human being...
living on a planet populated with nothing but dogs.
And then it turns out there's another human being.
Hang on. Are you saying the rest of us are dogs?
I can see you're gonna take this the wrong way.
Let me try again.
Imagine you're the sole human being...
living on a planet populated with nothing but chimps.
Get out of my lab.
Oh, now, they're so much smarter than dogs.
Have you seen them on those little bicycles?
Get out!
- How about dolphins? - Out!
So come on, how was the first day with Hawking?
It was great. We talked about movies.
Oh.
- L showed him some card tricks. - Oh.
He even let me read a couple pages from his new book.
Oh...
Something got you down there, bunky?
Howard, please, I'm begging you.
Raj, you're our group historian. Has Sheldon ever begged before?
Three times.
He begged the Fox network not to cancel Firefly.
He begged the TNT network to cancel Babylon 5.
And when he got food poisoning at the Rose Bowl parade...
he begged a deity he doesn't believe in to end his life quickly.
Do you understand how important Hawking is to me?
When I was 6 years old, I dressed up as him for Halloween.
- You're kidding. - No, sir.
No, I took my dad's desk chair, attached a Speak & Spell to it...
and made my sister push me up and down the block to trick-or-treat.
Granted, most people thought I was R2-D2, but still, I got a lot of candy.
You don't seem to be understanding the English word "no."
Maybe a different language will help.
Nyet. Bú. Lie. qo'.
0110111001101111.
- It's actually 011011110... - No!
I'm not asking for me.
I'm asking for Hawking.
Hells no.
Okay, look. How about this?
You just give him my paper on the Higgs boson.
If he sees the breakthrough I've made, he'll reach out to me.
- What if he doesn't? - Yeah, he will. He's really smart.
That's an interesting idea.
Why don't you give me a minute to talk it over with my friends?
- How? - Walk away.
Walking away!
You do realize you own his ass right now.
I do.
You can make him do anything you want.
Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to figure out how much I wanna punish him.
Well, don't be too mean.
Hey, I'm thinking about making...
freshly brewed iced tea if anyone would like some.
- L wouldn't mind a glass. - L wasn't talking to you.
Bring him to his bony knees.
Sheldon, come on back.
Yes, yes!
What did you decide?
I'll give your paper to Hawking.
Great. Thank you. Oh, that's terrific.
But in exchange, I'd like you to do a few things for me.
What kinds of things?
Are you familiar with the 12 labors of Hercules?
Of course.
You should be so lucky.
All right. What would you like me to do first?
Well, I thought I'd start you off by polishing my belt buckles.
By all means. Yeah, when I was a boy, I would polish my Mee-Maw's silver.
And she would entertain me with stories about growing up in Oklahoma.
Interesting woman.
You know, she once killed a prairie dog with a gravy boat.
That's nice.
Whew. Heh.
That's a lot of belt buckles.
Funny thing is I only have one belt.
Anyway, I'll let you get started.
Oh, by the way, the little marks that look like water spots...
I tend to stand too close to the urinal, so...
What you're seeing there is splash-back.
You make sissy on your belt buckles?
Mee-Maw's forks never had that.
Here is a black light to check them. For your own peace of mind...
you might not wanna shine that around the rest of the room.
Sheldon, these look great.
I mean, they're like magnificent little crowns...
to hang over my magnificent little jewels.
How did you get them so shiny?
Oh, I buffed them with Turtle wax.
The man down at Pep Boys says from now on...
the urine should just bead up and roll right off.
Way to go the extra mile. Your Mee-Maw would be proud.
My Mee-Maw must never know of this.
Now will you give Professor Hawking my paper?
Oh, my dear boy, no. Okay.
Next, this is a sexy French maid costume I bought for Bernadette.
I thought it might spice things up...
and get her to dust my room at the same time, heh...
but I was wrong and really wrong.
You want me to return it for you?
No, no, no, ma petite chérie.
What are you all staring at?
You ever seen a man try to get a meeting with Stephen Hawking before?
- Hey. - Hello.
It's not Saturday night. Why are you doing your laundry?
This is not my laundry.
Wow, are these Amy's? Kind of trashy. Good for her.
- Those are Howard's. - Eww.
Why are you washing Howard's man-panties?
Because if I don't, he won't give my paper to Stephen Hawking.
- He's a famous physicist... - Yeah.
I know. He's the wheelchair dude who invented time.
Close enough.
Why doesn't Howard just introduce you to the guy?
Because he's punishing me for being a, quote, "condescending jerk."
You don't think I'm condescending, do you?
- Well... - Oh, I'm sorry.
- Condescending means... - I know what it means!
And, yes, you love correcting people and putting them down.
Au contraire, when I correct people, I am raising them up.
You should know. I do it for you more than anyone.
Come on, you do it to feel superior.
I see that twinkle when someone says "who" instead of "whom"...
or thinks the moon is a planet.
Or Don Quixote is a book about a donkey named Hotay.
See? There it is. There's that twinkle.
Well, I can't help it. That's an involuntary twinkle.
What do you want me to tell you, Sheldon?
I want you to tell me that Howard is being mean to me for no reason.
Fine. Howard is being mean to you for no reason.
I knew it.
- What's the matter? - Every time I spend the night...
your mom slaps me on the behind and says, "Go get 'em."
It's not her fault. She's getting hormone-replacement therapy.
Makes her crazy horny.
Check this out. L got Sheldon to wear the French maid's costume.
My God, that's terrible.
What? Hey, I gave you first crack at it.
Why are you doing that? You're being mean to him.
He's mean all the time.
You've heard him tease me about not having a doctorate.
You don't wanna get teased about that, get a doctorate.
I have one. They're great.
Come on. The man torments me.
I'm letting him have a little taste of his own medicine.
It's not the same. Sheldon doesn't know he's being mean. The part of his brain...
that should know is getting a wedgie from the rest of his brain.
Fine. I'll just make him do a couple more things, then I'll stop.
No, you have to stop now.
Bernadette!
I wanna remind you, you promised to take me dress-shopping tomorrow!
Oh, damn.
I'm sorry, I can't make it!
But Sheldon's gonna go with you!
And that's the last thing you do to him.
Sheldon!
I need your help.
What is it now, Mrs. wolowitz?
It's this dress.
When I put my front in, my back pops out.
When I put my back in, my front pops out.
It's like trying to keep two dogs in a bathtub.
What do you want me to do?
We're gonna have to work as a team.
Get in here, grab a handful, and start stuffing.
I'm not sure how to do this.
It's easy. Just pretend you're putting away a sleeping bag.
Sleeping bags don't usually sweat this much, but okay.
Now zip me up.
Oh, if we squeeze you any tighter, you might turn into a diamond.
You're right.
Who am I kidding?
You should've seen me when I was young, Sheldon.
The fellas used to line up and bring me boxes of candy.
Why did I eat it all?
Would you hold me?
Oh. No, you know, I'm not really the holding kind of...
Oh!
Oh, guys, I just remembered.
I got you some Hawking souvenirs.
What are these?
Gears and springs from his wheelchair.
Pretty cool, huh?
Wow. That's amazing.
Yeah, I made an adjustment on the motor drive...
and when I was putting it back together...
I could not for the life of me figure out where they went.
I did it.
Had to go to three clothing stores...
but we finally found a dress that could envelop your mother.
I should have sent you to the custom car cover place in Altadena.
They have her pattern on file.
Ha-ha. Humorous.
Now, will you please present my paper to Professor Hawking?
- L don't know. - Oh, for heaven's sake.
I did your laundry. I pee-pee-proofed your belt buckles.
I even sprained my wrist helping your mother lift her bosom.
All right, Sheldon. There's only one thing left I want you to do.
- Don't worry, it's an easy one. - Okay.
Give me a compliment.
Fine.
You have very tiny hands.
No. About my job.
I want you to tell me I'm good at what I do.
You're obviously good at what you do.
Well, then, why are you always ripping on me?
Oh, I understand the confusion.
No. L have never said that you are not good at what you do.
It's just that what you do is not worth doing.
It's nicer than anything he's ever said to me. I'd take it and run.
Thank you, Sheldon.
Will you give my paper to Hawking?
- Sorry, I can't. - What? Why not?
I gave it to him three days ago.
He was really impressed.
He wants to meet you.
All right, then.
Thank you, Howard.
Please let Professor Hawking know...
that I'm available at his earliest convenience.
- Thought he might be more excited. - Give it a second.
Professor Hawking, it's an honor and a privilege to meet you, sir.
I know.
I wanna thank you for taking time to see me.
My pleasure.
I enjoyed reading your paper very much.
You clearly have a brilliant mind.
I know.
Your thesis that the Higgs boson is a black hole...
accelerating backwards through time is fascinating.
Thank you. Lt just... lt came to me one morning in the shower.
That's nice.
Too bad it's wrong.
What do you mean, "wrong"?
You made an arithmetic mistake on page two.
It was quite the boner.
No, no. But that can't be right.
I don't make arithmetic mistakes.
Are you saying I do?
Oh, no. No, no, of course not.
It's just, I was thinking... Oh, gosh, golly. L made a boo-boo.
And I gave it to Stephen Hawking.
Great. Another fainter.