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Anyway, I was just wondering if you had any last-minute advice.

Great, so how'd it go with Stuart last night?

They're on me today, boys.

And if you don't answer the phone, we can't know.

...suggest that Leonard is humorously mocking your efforts in space plumbing.

You're not going to answer it?

He's right. This is an important achievement for two reasons:

Maybe if you were helping, you'd feel better about yourself.

- I'm sorry. - Said the Grinch to Christmas.

Howard's space toilet. I'll tell you later.

...and I made a teeny-tiny mistake on the specifications for the diverter valve.

Thanks, Leonard.

If that contract breaks down, then all social contracts break down.

You told me it's mind-blowing, so my mind is going into it pre-blown.

I'm really more of a right now kind of guy.

All right. Well, off the top of my head...

Houston, International Space Station.

Well, it beats, "You know I'm a dude, right?"

During the kissing?

I guess the thing to do now is, you know, pick yourself up.

How teeny-tiny?

Well, in that case, do you mind giving me some advice?