BARNADETTE: What you doing?
HOWARD: You said clean up. I'm cleaning up, heh.
You can't just throw everything in the closet.
You can tell me what to do or you can tell me how to do it...
...but you can't do both. This isn't sex.
Well, what if someone looks in there?
They're coming over for dinner, no one will look in the closet.
You don't know that. What if someone's looking for the bathroom?
It could work out.
For all we know, there's a toilet in there somewhere.
Fine. After tonight, we need to get a handle on this mess.
We should show the closet to Sheldon.
Why?
Ha. Are you kidding? He's like a savant at organizing.
Everything in his apartment has a label on it...
...including his label maker, which has a label that says "label maker."
If you look really close at that label-maker label, you'll see a label that says "label."
No, he's our guest. We can't ask him to straighten our closet.
No, we wouldn't ask him.
We'd just show him the closet and let the goblins in his head take it from there.
HOWARD: Hey, guys, come on in.
AMY: Hi. - Ooh, it smells good.
Thanks. Sheldon, I know tonight's the night you eat Thai food.
I went to the Asian market, got the ingredients, made it from scratch.
Oh, you shouldn't have.
It was my pleasure.
No, you really shouldn't have.
I brought my own.
You stopped and got him takeout?
I had no choice. He kept kicking the back of my seat.
Sheldon, I've been cooking all day.
Well, now don't you feel silly?
Show him the closet.
These spring rolls are amazing. Good job, Bernadette.
That's the takeout that Sheldon brought.
I'm sure they wouldn't have tasted nearly as good if I hadn't tried your food first.
Howard, did you want your clothes arranged seasonally or by color?
- Color's fine. - Wrong, they'll be arranged seasonally.
Aren't you gonna spend a little time with Amy?
Oh, it's okay, I'm used to it.
The other day at Whole Foods, he spent an hour optimizing the cheese aisle.
And some thanks I got.
The assistant manager chased me out with an artisanal salami.
His quirks just make you love him more.
Someone please agree with me.
Come on. It's getting late. Time to go.
Oh! Five more minutes.
That's what you said five minutes ago.
Amy and Penny are already in the car, move it.
How come I never get to do anything I wanna do?
If he really wants to stay and finish, I can give him a ride home.
Please, Leonard. He said it's okay.
Sheldon, it's... Wait, I can go home without you? Bye.
Howard, I have a few questions.
I found three bowling pins.
Now, do you juggle these or are you missing seven?
- Juggle. - You health nuts kill me.
Oh, my God, it's beautiful!
And look, you found the juggling pins I hid.
Now, a couple more items.
Howard, I found this letter from your dad in a box.
- Based on content, it could either be filed... - Wait, you opened this?
I had to find out if it's personal correspondence or memorabilia.
- Based on the content... - I couldn't be less interested.
Now, come on, I'll take you home.
- Don't you want to know what's in it? - If I did, I would've opened it years ago.
The closet looks great. Let's get out of here.
Can I bring this box of extra shirt buttons to sort on the ride?
- Do whatever you want. - Thanks.
Oh!
Great party.
When I first met Howard, he'd pull his scrotum out of his shorts and say:
"Oh! I sat in gum."
What is your point?
It's kind of weird how grown up he is now. Happily married, throwing dinner parties.
Really? You couldn't just say that? You had to tell the scrotum story?
LEONARD: Trying to paint a picture.
It was a nice change of pace, not eating takeout around a coffee table.
We could throw a dinner party too. Maybe even ask everyone to get dressed up.
Sure. Just, when you say "dressed up," you mean nice clothes, right?
Not like capes and tights and crap.
Yeah.
- Although... - No.
- Howie, you okay? - Yeah, I just couldn't sleep.
I told you you shouldn't have espresso after dinner.
I know the little cups make you feel big, but it's not worth it.
It's this stupid letter.
- Did you read it? - No.
- You must be curious. - Of course I'm curious.
I haven't seen the man since I was a little kid.
And a letter shows up on my 18th birthday.
What's that about?
Then why don't you read it?
Maybe he apologizes or explains why he left.
He abandoned me and my mother.
Why does he deserve a chance to explain anything?
I get that.
So, what do you wanna do with it?
Something I should've done a long time ago.
Really? Are you sure?
Yep.
Feel better?
I do.
(SMOKE ALARM BEEPING)
Great.
Neither one of us is tall enough to reach that.
I can't believe he set it on fire.
Yeah, just seeing that letter really freaked him out.
And he was already having a tough day. He accidentally wore my pants to work.
I don't know why he was upset. They were bigger on him than me.
I'm really curious what's in that letter.
Me too, but I guess now we'll never know.
You said Sheldon read it. Why not ask him?
I can't do that. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't respect my husband's privacy?
What if I ask and you happen to be in the room?
- That works. - Okay.
(SIGHS)
Blech!
It's like cleaning out the entire building's belly button.
- Hey, Sheldon. SHELDON: Oh, hello.
What can I do for you ladies?
- You have something we want. - Oh, dear.
My mother warned me this is what happens to pretty boys in the big city.
No, we just want information.
Oh. Oh, I've got that in spades. Ravage me.
We heard you read the letter from Howard's father.
- I did. - What did it say?
I can't tell you that.
I'm bound by closet organizer-organizee confidentiality.
Sheldon, that's not a real thing.
Neither is the rule that you have to hold your girlfriend's hand at the movies.
But that doesn't stop you from pawing at me...
...like you're a bear and I'm a trash can full of sweets.
Why do you even care? Just tell us what it says.
Control over the information contained in that letter belongs to Howard.
By happenstance, I came to know it.
That doesn't give me the right to disseminate it freely.
The letter was found in Bernadette's closet. Doesn't that count for something?
Are you pointing out that California is a community-property state...
...and since Howard and Bernadette are married, intellectual property in the letter...
...is jointly owned by the two spouses?
Yeah, obviously.
Well played.
Sometimes I don't give you enough credit, Penny.
Dude, you made the right choice coming to me for help with this party.
Actually, all I did was invite you.
Well, put your mind at ease.
I'm here to make sure your dinner party kicks Howard's dinner party's ass.
Now, the first thing we need is a theme.
I'm thinking, ah, turn-of-the-century Moulin Rouge.
I'm thinking you need a testosterone patch.
Penny and I just wanna do something low-key.
You know, cocktails, light jazz music, hors d'oeuvres.
So your theme is "I saw a rerun of Mad Men and bought crab puffs from Trader Joe's"?
I'd hate to miss that. Ahem.
Hey, where have you been?
Oh, Leonard.
If I was prone to sarcasm...
...I'd say I was pulling off a major heist at the Museum of Laundry Baskets.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10.
I meant, golly, Sheldon, you've been gone a long time.
Oh, well, I was waylaid by Penny, Bernadette and Amy.
They made me reveal confidential information about Howard's father.
- What information? - I can't tell you that.
I'm bound by closet organizer-organizee confidentiality.
Come on, we won't tell anyone.
Sorry, badgering me won't work. What you should have said is:
"It's pointless to keep this a secret. Penny will tell."
- Fine, then that. - All right, I'll tell you.
My goodness, everyone's on their game today.
This is really fun.
Yeah, it's nice to get dressed up once in a while.
And the hors d'oeuvres are delightful.
- As is the company. - Aw.
My shirt is itchy, and I wish I were dead.
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Hey, everybody, before Howard gets here, let's all just agree...
- ...to not bring up the letter. - Of course.
PENNY: Sure. AMY: Absolutely.
If I say yes, can we turn off that Latin orgy music?
It's ridiculous that we still have to walk up all these flights of stairs.
- Yeah, try doing it in heels. - I am.
Wait. There's something I have to tell you.
- What? - I know what was in your dad's letter.
Sheldon, I swear to God I'm gonna kill you!
Hey!
I made him tell us.
"Us"? Who else knows?
- I know. - Me too.
Same here.
Shame on all of you.
You know too.
Couldn't leave him with one friend, could you?
So everybody knows what's in that letter except for me?
Yes, it's six against one. Stand down, sir.
How could you do this?
I'm sorry.
- If you want, we could tell you. - I don't want to know.
I mean...
I do, but...
I gotta go.
Used me as a human shield?
I panicked.
He looked taller than usual.
BERNADETTE: Howard?
In here.
Sorry.
I should've left it alone.
It's okay. I'm sorry I ran off like that.
What are you looking at?
Pictures of my dad and me when I was a kid.
- That's nice. - I gotta tell you...
...as angry as I am at Sheldon for blabbing...
...he did a hell of a job organizing this closet.
Look at this.
"Photos of Wolowitz Family Before Father Left Forever."
Look. Check out 9-year-old Howie with cornrows.
Neither race was happy to see me with those.
Think you can take a break?
- Why? - Got a little surprise for you.
Come on.
Oh, honey...
...I am in no mood to have sex tonight.
I mean, I'll lay there if you absolutely have to have it, but...
Oh.
What are you guys doing here?
You weren't sure whether you wanted to know what was in your dad's letter...
...so we came up with kind of a cool solution.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
It's simple, really.
It occurred to me that knowing and not knowing...
...can be achieved by creating a macroscopic example of quantum superposition...
...the principle that a physical system exists partially in all its possible states at once.
We were all thinking it, really.
It was kind of the elephant in the room, so...
Anyway, um, I realized if we each present you...
...with an account of what your father wrote to you...
...only one of which is true, and we don't tell you which one it is...
...you will forever be in a state of epistemic ambivalence.
Yeah, and I said if it wasn't epistemic, we might as well not do it.
Sit down, honey.
- Raj, you're up. - Okay, um, ahem.
It was a card for your 18th birthday.
Inside it said, "Happy birthday, Howard. I love you. Dad."
Oh, and it was a "Far Side" card...
...the one where the frog has its tongue stuck to the underside of an airplane.
Thinks it's a fly.
Silly frog. So funny.
Sheldon?
(CLEARS THROAT)
It was a map...
...leading to the lost treasure of famous pirate "One-Eyed Willy."
Nice try. That's the plot for Goonies.
- Told you. - Don't.
Amy?
You didn't know it...
...but your father was in the auditorium at your high school graduation...
...and he cried because he was so proud of you.
Really?
Or that's complete poppycock which Amy made up. It still could be the map.
Penny?
It was a letter explaining that your dad wasn't who he said he was.
Eventually his other life caught up to him...
...and the only way to keep you and your mom safe was to leave.
I would like to change mine.
The pirate's name was Peg-Leg Antoine.
Now it's completely different from Goonies.
- No, it's not. - Don't.
Okay, my turn.
Your dad wrote about how family is the most important thing...
...and that you should never throw it away like he did.
Hmm.
Bernadette?
In the envelope was a picture of your dad holding you the day you were born.
On the back he wrote, "Howard, my son, my greatest gift."
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm terrific.
So...?
Which one do you think it is...
...matey?
Actually, I don't wanna know.
I want all of them to be true.
Well, one of them is.
That's pretty cool.
Thank you, guys.
Hey, it's still early. Why don't we go back and have that party?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Yeah, surprisingly...
...the letter from your father wasn't the most interesting thing in the closet.
Bernadette's diary has some saucy passages.
- Sheldon, don't you dare. - Nothing to worry about.
Your secret's safe with me.
That's more like it.
Although copyright law would allow me to quote snippets in the context of a review.
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
I'm glad you're feeling better.
Me too.
But if I'd known we were gonna be dancing, I would've wore my flats.
- Well, this turned out pretty well, huh? - Yeah, I think so.
I agree. That is, if you've never been to or heard of a party before.
If you'd let me pierce your brain with a hot needle in the right place...
...you'd be happy all the time.
Penny, I have a couple of questions about your closet.
Is there any reason you're keeping this dead goldfish?
Damn, I forgot to feed him.
And that I had him.
Well, now, did you also have a dog?
Because I found what appears to be a battery-operated chew toy...
PENNY: Party's over! Party's over!