And now the kung pao chicken.
my moo shu pork.
Oh, there you have it, gentlemen.
Our entire dinner unpacked by robot.
And it only took 28 minutes.
Impressive, but we must be cautious.
- Why? - Today, it's a Chinese food retrieval robot.
Tomorrow, it travels back in time
and tries to kill Sarah Connor.
I don't think that's going to happen, Sheldon.
No one ever does.
That's why it happens.
Hey. Is the food here?
Ooh. What's that?
That, dear lady,
is the Wolowitz Programmable Hand,
designed for extravehicular repairs
on the International Space Station.
Ask me to pass the soy sauce.
Oh, does that come up much on the space station?
Mostly with Asian and Jewish astronauts.
- All right. Pass the soy sauce. - Coming up.
-好吧 给我酱油 -就来
So how's work?
Oh, it's not bad.
Kind of hungry.
Yeah, we all are.
You realize, Penny, that the technology
that went into this arm will one day make
unskilled food servers such as yourself obsolete.
They're going to make a robot that spits on your hamburger?
I thought you broke up with her.
Why is she here?
Okay, here we go.
Passing the soy sauce.
Put out your hand.
I wouldn't say amazing.
At best, it's a modest leap forward
from the basic technology that gave us Country Bear Jamboree.
No, not peace.
Does NASA know you're using that thing as a napkin holder?
You kidding? They still think it's in a secure locker at JPL.
（JPL: 喷气推进实验室 美国顶尖机器人实验室）
You stole it?
The trick is to carry it out to your car like you own it.
Amy's at the dry cleaners,
and she's made a very amusing pun.
"I don't care for perchloroethylene,
and I don't like glycol ether."
She doesn't like glycol ether.
Sounds like "either."
- Who's Amy? - His girlfriend.
- Sheldon has a girlfriend? - She's not my girlfriend.
- How long has this been going on? - Four months.
She's not my girlfriend.
Are you telling me, for the past four months
I have been asking you, "What's new?"
and you never thought to go with,
"Sheldon has a girlfriend"?
She's not my girlfriend.
How did they meet?
Raj and I entered Sheldon's information on a dating site,
and it spit out Amy Farrah Fowler.
Oh, my God! Sheldon and Amy.
Or, as we call them, "Shamy."
I am so digging the Shamy.
All right, everyone pay attention.
Yes, I have a friend named Amy Farrah Fowler.
Yes, she is female.
Yes, we communicate on a daily basis,
but no, she is not my girlfriend.
Okay, well, what do you communicate about?
Well, my work in physics, her work in neurobiology,
and most recently, the possibility of our having a child together.
Wait a minute-- a child?
You never see this girl.
You just e-mail and text and Twitter.
Now you're considering having a baby?
Amy pointed out that between the two of us,
our genetic material has the potential
of producing the first in a line
of intellectually superior, benign overlords
to guide humanity to a brighter tomorrow.
I'm guessing that future historians
will condemn us for not taking this opportunity to kill Sheldon.
Okay, I have a question.
You don't even like people touching you.
How are you going to have sex?
Why on earth would we have sex?
Oh, honey, did your mom not have the talk with you?
You know, when your private parts started growing?
I'm quite aware of the way humans usually reproduce,
Which is messy, unsanitary,
And based on living next to you for three years,
Involves loud and unnecessary appeals to a deity.
Consequently, if Amy and I choose
to bring new life into this world,
It will be accomplished clinically,
with fertility experts in a lab with petri dishes.
Which reminds me--
you have broad hips and a certain corn-fed vigor.
你不仅屁♥股♥大 而且头脑简单 精力充沛
Is your womb available for rental?
Still digging the Shamy?
before you race off to the fertility clinic,
you might want to think about--
uh, gee, I don't know--
maybe actually spending some time with her.
- You mean dating? - Yeah.