- They are not. - They are too.
Your hypothesis is completely disconfirmed by all the data.
You're just clinging to it out of intellectual stubbornness.
No, you're displaying a shocking ignorance of the subject matter.
Mummies and zombies are the exact same thing.
Oh, yeah?
Mummies are wrapped in bandages.
That's called a fashion choice.
All right. You brought this on yourself.
- Sheldon, get him. - If a zombie bites you...
...you turn into a zombie.
However, if a mummy bites you...
...all you turn into is some schmo with a mummy bite.
So, like a zombie that's been eaten from the waist down...
...you, sir, have no leg to stand on.
- Good boy. Here's a cookie. - Oh, thank you.
Hey, fellas, what's going on?
Mummies and zombies again.
Ahh. They're not the same thing.
You get a cookie too.
Thanks.
Guess who picked up his new car this morning.
Congratulations. Does it have that new-car smell?
Yep. For as long as I can keep my mother out of it.
If you wanna check it out later, it's parked right out front, Space 294.
- I'm sorry, 294? - Yeah.
That's my parking spot.
Why do you have a parking spot? You don't have a car. You don't drive.
It doesn't matter. That's my spot.
Maybe they reassigned it because you never use it.
I'm not using my nipples either. Maybe they should reassign those.
Sheldon, someday, if you get a car...
...I'm sure they'll give you another parking space.
I don't want another parking space. I want my parking space.
Well, it's perfect. It's a corner spot, cutting the risk of door dings in half.
It's a mere 28 steps from the building entrance.
The nearby tree provides shade on hot days...
...and is also home to a delightful squirrel...
...which is fortuitous because most squirrels are real jerks.
Fun story. Meanwhile, you still don't have a car.
Don't try to change the subject.
This is about a parking space. It has nothing to do with cars.
Are you listening to yourself?
I always listen to myself. It's one of the great joys of my life.
- Now get your car out of my spot. - Nope.
Very well, you leave me no choice.
(GRUNTING)
(SQUIRREL CHITTERING)
What are you looking at, you stupid squirrel?
President Seibert, listen to reason.
Yeah, I understand I don't use the parking spot.
That's not the point. I...
Yes, I'm aware you told me not to call you at home.
But you didn't answer the door.
And I know you were there because I saw you through the mail slot.
Yeah, well, that's some salty language.
May I remind you, you're the president of a major university...
...not the president of the Potty Mouth Club.
There it is again.
Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
Oh. Well, I'm sorry for your loss.
Good night, sir.
Unbelievable.
He says Wolowitz deserves my spot...
...because he's a high-profile asset to the university.
Well, he's not wrong. Howard did go to the International Space Station.
That was five weeks ago.
How much longer is he gonna milk that cow?
Sheldon, let it go. It's not a big deal.
No. No, this is a slippery slope, Leonard.
See, it starts with a parking space. Where does it end?
It's like my dad always said, "First they say you can't drink and drive.
Next you can't let your 10-year-old take the wheel...
...while you sleep one off in the backseat."
All that story does is make me feel bad for your mother.
Leonard, you're my best friend. Why don't you ever take my side?
Because I can never understand your side!
Give it back.
I'm sorry, but could you be more specific?
My Iron Man helmet. Koothrappali saw you take it. Give it back.
Oh, that.
Well, see, I wanted it and you weren't using it.
Apparently, those are the rules we live by now.
Payback, it truly is the B-word, isn't it?
Sheldon, that is a $500 limited-edition collectible...
...and I want it back.
Well, I'd love to help you out, but unfortunately...
...I'm using it.
Fine. I'm taking your diploma.
SHELDON: Go ahead. That's the only doctorate you'll ever get.
It smells funny in here.
We're so proud of you, Amy. Your first bikini wax.
Yeah.
So how you doing?
Oh, a little sensitive, but not bad.
Does it always take that long?
Uh, no, they don't usually have to go out and get more wax.
I feel like I'm 5 pounds lighter.
Really? Only 5?
Anybody want a drink?
AMY: Sure. BERNADETTE: Okay.
So did you spend last night hearing about this silly parking-space fight too?
For hours. Fortunately, I couldn't understand most of it...
...because Sheldon was wearing that stupid robot mask.
Howard was so angry, I had to mash up Benadryl in his ice cream...
...to get him to fall asleep.
I guess this is what we get for being with two testosterone-fueled alpha males.
At some point, they're bound to lock horns.
I'm assuming these are some kind of horns they bought at Comic-Con?
I'm really sorry they took Sheldon's spot away.
He shouldn't have to suffer just because Howard's a big deal now.
I know. Sheldon should just let Howard have his little moment in the sun.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I mean, Howard's never gonna go to space again...
...but Sheldon will always be a genius.
You're right. And I'm sure Sheldon will get a fancy parking spot again...
...if and when he makes a worthwhile contribution to science.
- If and when? - Maybe we should change the subject.
Amy, how are your lady parts? Still chilly down there?
Hang on. None of Sheldon's theories have ever been definitively proven.
My husband actually went to outer space.
That's an impressive accomplishment.
He's now an inspiration to millions of Americans...
...who know you don't have to be special or even qualified to go into space.
You know, I remember the first time I got a bikini wax.
My sister did it with melted Crayolas and duct tape.
Yeah, it's a bad idea.
Gosh, Amy. I'm sensing a little hostility.
Is it maybe because, like Sheldon's work, your sex life is also theoretical?
Damn.
Well, at least when we do make love...
...Sheldon won't be thinking about his mother.
That is a cleverly veiled reference to Howard's lifelong obsession...
...to crawl back into her spacious womb.
Anyway, to this day, I still can't see a box of crayons without crossing my legs. Ha, ha.
I don't have to take this.
I'm gonna go home and have sex with my husband right now.
Maybe I'll let him do it to me in the parking spot.
Which sounds dirty but I didn't mean it that way.
Okay, here's another one.
If a zombie bites a vampire...
...and the vampire bites a human...
...does the human become a vampire or a zombie?
Or a zompire?
Sheldon?
Cookie?
- I don't have any. - Well, I'm not giving it away.
HOWARD: Hi, Sheldon. - Aah!
He's in my spot.
Leonard, make him stop being naked in my spot.
Howard, what are you doing?
He wasn't using it...
...and I needed a nice cool piece of leather to wiggle my naked ass on.
Get off there.
Give me back my Iron Man helmet.
Give back my parking space.
You don't need a parking space. You don't have a car.
You don't need an Iron Man helmet. You're not Iron Man.
Well, we appear to have reached an impasse...
...and, you know, I have to say, I thought you'd be more upset...
...that your laptop is sitting on my junk.
I didn't pick up on that. That's a nice touch.
This is so exciting. I'm feeling all tingly.
Although, that could just be my newly defoliated bikini zone.
Keep a lookout.
This place is swarming with campus security.
They will not hesitate to scold us.
Freaking pigs.
Oh, yeah.
Okay, now pull your car into the spot and let's get out of here.
Wait, I'm leaving my car here?
Yes. And be sure and put on the emergency brake.
It really makes these things tough to budge.
Before I park, come in the backseat.
I wanna show you something I had done today.
All right. Color me intrigued.
AMY: What do you think?
SHELDON: I think you're high on paint fumes.
And, boy, that's a lot of Band-Aids.
Okay, Howard's mother is in, like, every one of your wedding photos.
What can I tell you? She's a big girl.
Wherever you look, there she is.
More coffee?
No, Leonard's taking me to a physics lecture...
...and coffee will just keep me awake.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Oh, I'll get it.
Oh, looks like someone's on Team Bernadette.
- Where's Howard? - He's not here. What's wrong?
He had my car towed. It cost me $200 to get it back.
Oh, no.
Where was it parked?
In Sheldon's spot.
Well, that doesn't make sense. Sheldon doesn't have a spot.
Was it maybe in Howard's spot?
Don't play dumb with me, sister. You tell your husband he owes me $200.
- Well, that doesn't make sense either. - Why not?
Because I'm the one who had it towed.
- You? - Didn't see that one coming, did you?
Oh, yeah? Well, you're not gonna see this coming.
PENNY: Aah! - Oh, my God! Oh, my God, are you okay?
(PENNY YELLS)
PENNY: What the hell do you have in there? - My wallet, keys...
...and a coffee can full of change I've been meaning to take to the bank.
- Don't move. I'll get some ice. - Are you okay?
PENNY: Get away from me, or I swear to God, I will rip out what's left of your pubes.
BERNADETTE: Here. PENNY: Oh, thanks. Aah.
Amy, you think maybe this has gotten out of hand?
PENNY: Gee, you think?
I do. Penny, Bernadette and I are sorry.
- You hit her. What did I do? - You had my car towed.
- You were parked in Howard's spot. - I was in Sheldon's spot.
Sheldon doesn't have a spot.
PENNY: Guys, I think I need to go to the emergency room.
- Okay, let's go. - I'll drive. You can see...
- ...where the tow truck scratched my car. - The tow truck didn't scratch your car.
- How do you know? - Because I did it.
Morning, Professor Stevens.
Hey, don't look at that whiteboard. That's my math, not your math.
Keep walking, nosy.
What the hell are you doing?
Oh. You said I'm not using my space, so I'm using it.
Okay, you need to move now.
No, I don't.
You can't stay there forever.
Actually, I have a plastic baggy strapped to my leg that says I can.
Give up, Wolowitz.
You've chosen to tangle with a superior intellect you can't defeat.
There is nothing you could possibly do to...
(HORN HONKING)
Those aren't gonna help you, Sheldon.
Oh, yes, they are. I mean, what?
I'm warning you, Sheldon.
Your threats are empty.
Nothing can move me.
- Stop that! HOWARD: Get out of my spot!
No. That's it. I am calling campus security.
You prepare for the scolding of your life.
What are you idiots doing?
He's trying to kill me, Leonard.
Video games and rock music have desensitized him to violence.
Would you please talk some sense into your lunatic roommate?
You're both acting like lunatics. It's just a parking spot.
Not just a parking spot.
He can't handle the fact that I'm a bigger deal than he is now.
Oh, preposterous. I have been solely responsible...
...for this university's six-loop quantum gravity calculations.
I have changed the way we think about Bose-Einstein condensates...
...and I am also the one who got Nutter Butters...
...in the cafeteria vending machine.
Maybe you missed that news while you were floating around like a goof in outer space.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Can you believe this guy?
What I don't believe is you tried to run him over.
Oh, like you've never thought of doing that.
Don't hate me just because I lived the dream.
(HORN HONKS)
Hey, sweet ride.
What are you doing in there?
Just breaking in your new car.
Stop that! You stop that!
You know what they say.
Revenge is a dish best served nude.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Hey, got a minute? - Oh, of course, come in.
This is an authentic Chinese throwing star, and I must warn you...
...I have seen many people throw them in movies.
Calm down. Howard has something he wants to say to you.
HOWARD: All right.
Sheldon, when this whole thing with the parking space started...
...I had no idea just how much of a crazy bastard...
Howard, that's not how we practiced it.
I had no idea how much that spot meant to you.
Anyway, I called President Seibert...
...and told him it's not worth fighting over the spot...
...so you keep it...
...and I'll park in the structure across the street.
Well, Howard, thank you.
That's quite a gesture on your part.
You've shown yourself to be the bigger man.
- Thank you. - Which I find totally unacceptable.
I must be the bigger man.
Therefore, you may use my spot...
...until such time as I learn to drive or get a Batmobile.
Wow, okay. Well, thanks.
I don't know what to say.
There is nothing to say. Except I'm the bigger man.
(HOWARD CHUCKLES)
I'm not kidding. Say it.
Just say it.
You're the bigger man, Sheldon.
Oh, stop.
And I believe this is yours.
FYI, if you wear that into a bank, they will tackle you to the ground.
I'd like to propose a toast.
To burying the hatchet.
You know, I'm kind of glad this happened.
Me too. In a weird way, I kind of feel like it brought us closer.
Yeah, everybody's happy. Great.
CLEANER: Can I help you?
Yes, according to information I gleaned from Yelp...
...you had great success when a SantariaSuzy37...
...brought you a pair of leather slacks stained with chicken blood.
You know, I believe I may have a similar problem.
This cushion experienced a nude revenge wiggle.
A what?
A naked man sat on it.
Now, here's my concern.
His diet is rich in fatty deli meats.
What tests do you have to detect lipid residue?
Lipid what?
Lipid residue.
An anal autograph.
A colon calling card, if you will.
- Tuesday okay? - Oh.
Don't rush it. We may be dealing with befoulment on a molecular level.
Let me write you a ticket.
Is that your son?
Uh-huh.
Looks like that laptop's seen better days.
If you're interested, I'm selling this.
It's only 2 years old...
...has 16 gigabytes of RAM...
...Intel Core i7 processor...
...and I can personally guarantee...
...it has spent less than 20 minutes resting on an astronaut's penis.