Mary: Aw, they're so sweet.
Linda: Yeah, life'll suck that right out of them soon enough.

Linda: How are things?
Mary: Well, at the moment, trying to get shoes for Sheldon, but they only have these, not the ones he likes.
Linda: Ah. You know, I think that brand is the same kind Einstein wore.
Sheldon: Well, I've never seen a picture of his feet. And you're a grown-up, so you wouldn't lie to me. I guess I have no choice but to believe you. All right, I'll try them.
Mary: Great! [mouths to Linda] Thank you.

Mary: You look great, by the way.
Linda: Oh, thanks. I started smoking again.

Mary: You look nice. Going out to dinner with your husband?
Linda: Ugh, no. Girlfriends.

Paige: You know, I read that adults who had a stunted childhood often become social misfits and weirdos.
Sheldon: You didn't read that, you're making it up like your goat story.
Paige: Psychology Magazine, February issue, 1988.
Sheldon: Well, um, that doesn't make it true.
Paige: Guess you'll find out when you're an adult.
Sheldon: I guess I will.
Adult Sheldon: Well, we know how this story ends. I grew up to become a well-adjusted and charming fellow. But at that moment in time, she had me worried.

Adult Sheldon: And that's how I became the madcap prankster all my friends know and love.

Dr. John Sturgis: I don't think I can do this, Connie.
Meemaw: Of course you can. We're just getting started.
Dr. John Sturgis: No, it's too much information. I can't process it.
Meemaw: It was just a yellow light.
Dr. John Sturgis: Not just the light. There were other cars. There's pedestrians. There was a guy on a bicycle.
Meemaw: So?
Dr. John Sturgis: That's just too many random elements. The- The- The stimuli are overwhelming.