dr. winkle, what colorful name did you call dr. cooper this time? dr. dumb-ass. dr. cooper dr. n't. here's the problem. i was clearly signed up to use the mainframe in buckman 204 and dr. winkle just wantonly ripped the sign-up sheet off the wall. it wasn't even an official sign-up sheet. he printed it himself, and he put his name down on every slot for the next six months. sheldon: if it is a crime to ensure that the university's resources are not being squandered chasing subatomic wild geese then i plead guilty. (cell phone ringing) oh, penny! do you need to get that, dr. cooper? god, no. well, don't turn it off, you might miss your call from the nobel committee letting you know you've been nominated as dumb-ass laureate of the year. oh, yeah? well... you wouldn't even be nominated. dr. gablehauser, i have a series of important calculations and simulations to run. all she's doing is reducing irrelevant data (phone ringing) and making a mock... excuse me. gablehauser. it's for you. hello? penny, this is not a good time. no, i told you you're not prepared for the sanctum of burn