Sorry to bother you ma’am. FBI. We’re looking for a Sheldon Lee Cooper.
- You mean, you mean some other kid gave the policeman your name?
- That’s what he did, all right.
- Boy, I didn’t think any of your friends could think that fast.
I’m a police officer and you are busted!
In a moment, the results of that trial.
You know what I’m talking about. Haley needs a real lawyer, like Perry Mason.
I don’t want to go to jail, Mr. Grant. I’m afraid to go to jail. I’ve never been to jail, Mr. Grant. I never even had to stay after school!
Oh, uh, Mr. Case, whenever you make out your report, I surely would appreciate it if you didn’t mention the doilies in our jail.
The poor guy’s had a tough time. He had to spend the entire afternoon in jail wearing that suit.
Dear, I’m not defending it. I agree with you. But we made a bargain with him. Now, you said he could buy a suit and you wouldn’t criticize it.
- Do you think this hat looks bad?
- Oh! I think it looks different. Like something you’d wear in Indiana… Jones, and the Temple of Bad Hats.
I’ll get that rotten brat, and those rotten hats, if it’s the last spell I do!
- I’ve never been more serious in my life. One Re, Or Re, Ickery Ann, Phillison, Follison, Nicholas John. Queevy quavy English Navy, Stickum, stackum Buck! B-U-C-K spells ‘Buck’ and out goes you!
- Well, you naughty, naughty little witch!
“Which is ridiculous 'cause witches they were persecuted women power love the Earth and I’ll be over here.”
You got involved with a witch, and when you do that…weird stuff happens.
- Beverly: Oh, it’s happening. You’re gonna get on that tour bus, take it into the suburbs, and put on a private concert for Adam and Dana with all their favorite songs.
- Weird Al: Such as?
He’s just nervous about the concert.
Well, sure. You got a big part in the play. All your friends are gonna be there. Expect you got some butterflies in your stomach, huh?
When I change into a butterfly, it will be forever.
I believe Sheldon is in a larval stage of his species, and someday will spin a cocoon and emerge with moth wings and an exoskeleton.
You’re pretty high and far out. What kind of kick are you on, son?