After hearing a cricket chirping, Howard and Sheldon make a wager, the winner to get one of the other's favorite comic books. Their wager is on whether the cricket is a common field cricket (Howard's assertion) or a snowy tree cricket (Sheldon's assertion). To determine who wins the bet, first they have to find the cricket, second they have to capture the cricket, and third they have to decide who can make the ultimate determination. The person they choose is entomology Professor "Creepy" Crawley, who is facing some issues of his own. Meanwhile, Leonard and Penny eventually admit to each other that their first time together as lovers was less than thrilling. They have to figure out how to overcome this problem, or if not what to do about it. Written by
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TITLE REFERENCE: Title refers to debate (conjecturing) on what type of cricket, which Sheldon believes should be named "Jiminy", the guys have in their apartment. It has nothing to do with the mild oath "Jiminy Cricket", which some people substitute for "Jesus Crist." See more
When Crawley starts to walk over to the dung beetle cage, his hair is all combed back. In the next shot, there is some hair hanging over his right temple. See more
Did I cross a line?
Of course. You...
No, let him figure it out by himself.
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #258 CARL THE ROOSTER The day Carl was made henhouse rooster had to be the proudest day of his life. Oh, how he strutted and preened outside the little hut where all the chickens lived. From the corner of his eye he could see them nervously peeking out to see the new cock of the walk. You could hardly blame him for smiling so smugly. He knew that from that moment on, if a chicken wanted extra feed, well, she had to ask Carl. Same thing for pecking privileges in the yard. And of course, when it came time to lay eggs, the premium spots nearest the warming lamps were handed out by you-know-who. Yep, life was good for ol' Carl. Up at dawn, a loud clearing of the throat, a largely ceremonial patrol of the perimeter, and then, an afternoon and evening of doling out favors to the chickens. And the best part about it was he never had to actually ask for anything in return. He would simply tell each chicken to decide for herself what, if anything, she should give him to ensure his continued friendship. But let me tell you, it's no accident he named his rooster hut "Casa Quid Pro Quo." Yep, Carl had it knocked. At least until he was forced out of his job by a class-action paternity suit that was entirely without merit and probably politically motivated by bitter, eggless chickens. See more
References The Silence of the Lambs
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