The Big Bang Theory, Season 5

Sheldon:
I must say, I was surprised you chose to spend our Date Night in your apartment. As I mentioned, the Pasadena City Council is debating longer crosswalk times, and later the Lego store is having a Midnight Madness Sale. You ask anyone, that's a hot date.

Amy:
Tempting choices but, I have something special planned for tonight.

Sheldon:
What can be more special than having an adequate amount of time to cross the street on your way to buy a tiny Lego Indiana Jones?

Amy:
With our friends moving forward in their relationships, I have decided that we should make progress in ours as well.

Sheldon:
Dear Lord! Two years ago we didn't even know each other. And now, I'm in your apartment after dark. How much faster can this thing go?

Amy:
I had a feeling you'd be reluctant which is why I'm going to dip into my neurobiological bag of tricks.

Sheldon:
Oh! You brain monkeys kill me. Dip away!

Amy:
I've devised an experiment that I believe will increase your feelings for me, in an accelerated time frame.

Sheldon:
And how do you propose to do that? I hope you're not thinking about some sort of LSD thought control. Because there's only one mind-expanding drug that this man enjoys, and that's called school.

Amy:
Human beings form emotional attachments as they grow up. In your case, to your mother, superheroes, etc. I'm going to attempt an experiment that will get you to transfer those feelings to me.

Sheldon:
Well, seems what's on the menu tonight is malarkey, with a big side of poppycock.

Amy:
We'll see. Let's start with a little romantic dinner music, shall we? [turns on the music]

Sheldon:
Super Mario Bros. theme?

Amy:
Yes.

Sheldon:
I see what you're doing. You're attempting to build on the work of Ebbinghaus by triggering an involuntary memory of me playing that game. Admittedly the happiest 600 hours of my childhood. But it won't work!

Amy:
Fine. There's no reason we still can't have a lovely dinner. Why don't you have a seat? [as Sheldon crosses to his chair he hums along and Amy grins] May I offer you something to drink?

Sheldon:
You know I don't drink.

Amy:
Not even, strawberry Quik?

Sheldon:
I love strawberry Quik. It's my favorite pink fluid. Narrowly beating out Pepto-Bismol.

Amy:
Oh, I know. I think it will go nicely with what I have prepared for dinner.

Sheldon:
Spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it!

Amy:
Just like your mommy used to make.

Sheldon:
Oh! Yummy yummy! We should do this more often. [Realizes something] Uh-oh! [Amy beams]