Sheldon: Excuse me. I'd like to ask you some questions about your use of intimidation to dominate others.
Jason: Are you trying to get your ass kicked?
Sheldon: No, I was just looking to open a spirited dialogue. And you might want to unhand me.
I'm friends with Tommy Clarkson.
Jason: Is that so?
Sheldon: Yes.

Adult Sheldon: While Tam prattled on about some family nonsense, I couldn't help but think about Tommy. At 3:00 pm, he was going to engage in a schoolyard battle that was entirely my fault. I had to find a way to intervene, but how?
Tam: Ooh, a Nutter Butter. Maybe she does love me.

Adult Sheldon: I didn't have the physical stature to assist Tommy in a brawl, but I did have something far more lethal: my once in a generation brain.

Sheldon: Stop! You're not fighting Tommy, you're fighting me.
Tommy: Oh, boy.
Sheldon: Unless you want to shake hands and we all laugh about this over a glass of milk.
Jason: I think I'd rather kick both your asses.
Sheldon: I was afraid you'd say that. Are you familiar with the story of David and Goliath from the Bible?
Jason: Yeah.
Sheldon: That's too bad. I had a nice speech prepared. I'll say it anyway. You may have the size advantage, but like David and his sling, I also possess an air-based weapon. So I'll give you one more chance. Are you willing to step down?
Jason: I'll tell you what: you take the first shot, then it's my turn.
Sheldon: Very well. Three, two, one.
Jason: Ow! Son of a bitch!
Sheldon: I'm going to run.