Game Night ¦ The Big Bang Theory

All right, Pictionary, what are the teams? How about boys versus girls? Oh, that hardly seems fair. But I guess any team that I'm not on has a decided disadvantage. Once again, unbelievable. Once again, I know. All right, round one. Here. Got it. Okay. Ready, set, go. Uh, box. Uh, window. Uh, window. Batman. Uh, Wonder Twins plus the monkey. Wonder Twins plus the monkey and Batman. Uh, gift. Uh, present. Now, how can you not get that? Universe? Is that a present? It's not a present. It's the present. Look, there's you and me. There's Penny and Amy. We're playing Pictionary in the present. Oh, my God, we're going to kill them. It's a quark gluon plasma. No. It's asymptotically free partons inside a quark gluon plasma. Nothing with quarks. It's an observational rebuttal of the Lambda CDM model of the universe. No. It's a chocolate chip cookie. How could you miss that? Hey, if you want someone to guess chocolate chip cookie, you draw a glass of milk next to it. Penny got it? Yeah, only after I eliminated all the obvious answers. You're welcome. Uh, sausage. Uh, bratwurst. Oh, hot dog. Penny, aren't you going to draw something? Relax, we got time. This is so fun. There. A solar system. Uh, unidentified flying liverwurst? Now? Soon. Come on, Leonard, I am spoon feeding this to you. I don't know. Casper the alcoholic ghost? All right, that's enough. Uh, hands. Uh, nail. Polish? Yeah! The word is Polish. See, look. Polish sausage. The model of the solar system developed by Nicholas Copernicus, a Polish astronomer. Finally, that wasn't enough, which it should have been. This is Madame Curie killing herself by discovering radium, who, although she was a naturalized French citizen, was Polish by birth. Excuse me, the word is Polish. Polish. See? Small p. Ah. So it is. I guess we both share blame on this one. Hey, Sheldon, you're always full of fun little facts. Where did the expression, got your ass handed to you, come from? Don't know. I wonder if it's from, like, ancient Rome, where they'd actually chop somebody's ass off and then go, here! You know, to appease Luzeronius, the god of losers. I am not a loser. Pictionary is not a true test of any real intelligence or skill. In all fairness, Pictionary has verbal skills, visual skills. It's a pretty well-rounded game. Flawed big talk from a man who can't draw a chocolate chip cookie. Fine, pick another game. Amy and I will beat you at anything. Okay, glasses off. Find Waldo. Find him. I'm trying, don't yell at me. For goodness sake, he's wearing a hat, glasses, and a red striped shirt. I know what he looks like. Oh, there he is, I got him! Yes! How could you not find him? Because he's hard to find. If he was easy to find, the books would be called, There's Waldo! 57, 58, 59. That's one minute. Remember, show your work. I'm okay. Okay. Get up, we can't lose in math. 30 seconds! Ready, set, wrestle.