hey, don't bag on sandra bullock!ured, but you just come off as bitter. dr. siebert, twelve o'clock. wolowitz: why's the president of the university slumming in the cafeteria? perhaps he's emulating shakespeare's henry v, who dressed as a commoner and mingled among them to find out how he was being perceived by his subjects. of course, if he'd have read any of the 1,300 e-mails i've sent him on the subject of his administration, he could have saved himself the trouble. or maybe he heard it's tater tot tuesday. that's why i'm here. hey, there's my favorite geniuses! how are we doing today? that depends-- how much longer do you plan on fondling my shoulder? sorry, dr. cooper, i forgot you have a touch phobia. it's not a touch phobia, it's a germ phobia. if you'd like to go put on a pair of latex gloves, i'll let you check me for a hernia. siebert: yeah. so, listen, fellas, who's up for a little party this saturday night? open bar, good eats, might even be a few pretty girls. sounds great! i'm in! hold on. just because t