Sheldon: Where are my safety goggles?
Tam: I don't have no orange today.
Sheldon: No, I have a lab later.
Tam: Just use the room goggles like everyone else.
Sheldon: And risk eyebrow lice? They don't just like head hair, Tam. They must be in my locker. [walks off] Don't eat my fluffernutter!
Tam: I won't. [eats fluffernutter] Mmm. [imitates Sheldon] "Don't eat my fluffernutter."

George Jr.: What if I told you you didn't have to study for your chemistry test tonight?
Tam: Why?
George Jr.: 'Cause I found this.
Tam: Cool. But how do you know we're gonna get the same test?
George Jr.: I checked... we've been taking the same ones all year.
Tam: And teachers call us lazy?
George Jr.: I know.

Sheldon: You know, one of the books mentioned a Vietnamese martial art.
Tam: Vovinam. I'm a blue belt.
Sheldon: Wow.
Tam: Don't be impressed. It's what you get when your mom buys the uniform.
Sheldon: Do you remember any of it?
Tam: I don't even know where the belt is.

Sheldon: Have you ever been in detention?
Tam: No. But I do take the school bus. And that is no party. It's like a mental hospital on wheels.
Sheldon: That's a good use of simile.
Tam: Thanks. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. I hope.

Tam: You know, sometimes you sound like a super villain.
Sheldon: Silence!
Tam: That'll be more effective after your voice changes.
Sheldon: [SIGHS] [IN DEEP VOICE]: Silence.

Sheldon: Was Ms. Ingram upset I wasn't in class?
Tam: Actually, she was happy. She even did a little dance.

Tam: How's puberty treating you? Because it is knocking me for a loop.

Sheldon: I also tried to get some uranium and build an atomic engine, but that stuff's hard to find.
Tam: Probably for the best.

Mary: So, Tam, tell us about your family. What brings y'all to Texas?
Tam: Well, after the American War-
George Sr.: You mean the Vietnam War.
Tam: We call it the American War.
George Sr.: Hmm.
Tam: Anyway, after the war, my father was sent to a reeducation camp because he fought on the wrong side.
George Sr.: You mean our side.
Tam: I was trying to be nice.

Sheldon: Excuse me, sir. Has anything changed with the bread from the Happy Hearth Home Bakeries?
Jared: I have no idea.
Sheldon: How can you not know? You work here.
Jared: What do you want from me? I get $3.35 an hour to stock shelves.
Tam: Are you kidding? My father pays me five dollars a week. I bet they're violating child labor laws.

Sheldon: Why do these games have to be so expensive?
Tam: At least you have MTV. All I have is TV.
Sheldon: Will you please stop focusing on what you don't have and try to focus on what I don't have?

Sheldon: I could offer an assortment of breakfast cereal.
Tam: My mom doesn't let me have cereal with sugar in it. Or anything that makes me happy.

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.

Sheldon: Do you think your dad would ever ask you to keep a secret from your mom?
Tam: Oh, no. He's so honest, it's annoying.
Trang Nguyen: Enough talking. Sleep now.
Tam: She's just annoying.

Sheldon: Maybe I'll just get a book on refrigerator repair instead.
Tam: Okay. New subject. Jessica Gieger wears a black bra. I saw it through the sleeve of her shirt. Not beige, not pink. Black. So mysterious.

Tam: Well, you're in luck. What do you want to know?
Sheldon: I'm being tormented by a sound coming from our refrigerator, and I don't know how to deal with it.
Tam: When my uncle was in a reeducation camp, he would imagine disemboweling his torturers with a bamboo spike.

Sheldon: Mm, no, thank you. I'm not hungry.
Tam: "I'm not hungry." The three words you never hear in Vietnam.

Tam: Look at these prices. No wonder supermarkets are running my parents out of business.
Sheldon: Your parents own a convenience store. They charge extra for the convenience.
Tam: How is this not convenient?