Kind of a Mars Rover... Mars Rover
can Howard come over...
So my friend Leonard is gonna take you home.
Oh, okay. Let's go, friend Leonard.
I'll call ya.
Yeah. So are you a scientist like Howard?
No one's a scientist like Howard.
My mother is so gonna love her.
How nice. Maybe they can carpool
when they visit you in federal prison.
I'm sorry. I totally interrupted you.
What, what, what were you saying?
Just said Howard's a terrific guy.
He's got a great sense of humor.
He loves his mother...
People say "too much."
I really like that you're such a loyal friend.
Yeah, I am loyal.
You know, if you look at the big picture.
Out of curiosity,
did he ever have a shot with you?
Are you insane?
The guy was wearing an eye patch.
Then why did you...?
He said that I cou drive a car on Mars.
So, can I see you again?
You're not gonna see me now.
Actually, I was just checking my e-mail.
But, uh, no, the Rover is not responding.
I believe the appropriate metaphor here
involves a river of excrement
and a Native American water vessel
without any means of propulsion.
There's got to be other options.
You could try calling Triple-A.
But based on NASA's latest timetable,
they won't get there for 35 years.
Plus I understand you have to be standing
next to the vehicle with your card when they arrive.
Okay, I guess we have to turn to Plan B.
What's Plan B?
Erase all the hard drives, scrap the surveillance tapes,
wipe our fingerprints off every surface and run.
Why wasn'that Plan A?
A NASA spokesman states that due to the loss of data,
they will most likely be unable to determine the cause of the Mars Rover's malfunction.
This is not the first time an exploratory mission to Mars
has ended in disappointment.
Thank God for Plan B.
Howard, didn't you say you worked on the Mars Rover?
No, you're mistaken.
Yeah, when we first met, you said that if I went out with you,
I could drive a car on Mars.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Will you all excuse me?
Leonard is subtly signaling
that he'd like to talk to me in private.
No. Yeah, I remember specifically.
You started by asking if I was from Mars
because my ass was out of this world.
Well, that does sound like me, but no.
Is there some problem?
Listen, I have to kinda sneak out for a while.
All right, good-bye.
If anyone asks you where I went, you don't know.
Where ARE you going?
I can't tell you that.
Who would ask me?
I can't tell you that, either.
So you brought me in here to inform me
that you can't tell me where you're going
and you can't tell me who might ask?
Yeah, I really didn't think this through.
Leonard, a moment.
If someone-- and of course, we don't know who this would be--
does ask where you've gone, what should I say?
I don't know. Just tell 'em I went to the office.
Are you going to the office? No.
Then how can I say it convincingly?
Just say, "Leonard went to the office."
All right. Leonard went to the office.
那是... 不 不是这样
What is...? No, not like that!
Just, "Leonard went to the office."
This would have worked out a lot better
if you'd just told me you were going to the office.
I'm going to the office.
See? Why don't I believe you?
I'm going out for a while.
Doesn't anyone want to know where he's going?
Okay, where is he going?
Leonard is going to the office.
So how was work today?
I removed an appendix, a gall bladder
and about a foot and a half of bowel.
I'm hoping that's three different guys.
No, just the one.
He didn't make it.
So, how was your day?
Oh, you know, I'm a physicist, so...
I thought about stuff.
Well, I wrote some of it down.
Are you done eating?
Uh, yeah. Oh, good.
If I knew you were waiting,
I would've swallowed that lasagna whole.
You've reached Dr. Stephanie Barnett.
Leave a message.
it's me again, Howard.
Listen, if you're free Friday,
maybe we could have a little something to eat at my place.
My mom cooks a hell of a brisket.
Let me know.
I've had her brisket. Melts in your mouth.
Maybe we should think about going to the bedroom.