Sheldon (burping): Two, three, eight, four, six. That's all I can do without throwing up. Bernadette's Dad: That's not what I expected when you said you were gonna burp "pie." Mrs. Wolowitz: Did someone say pie?
Leonard: It'd actually be nice to not hear Sheldon complain about my cooking all day. Sheldon: Yo ... uh, excuse me, but every year you prepare a terrible meal and every year I criticize it. Do our traditions mean nothing to you?