With Leonard and Howard going on a double date, Raj talks a reluctant Sheldon into attending a mixer at the university. Surprisingly, Raj and Sheldon end up meeting and having a good time with two beautiful, fun loving women named Abby and Martha. Raj and Sheldon have vastly differing opinions on what they want to get out of a second date that Abby and Martha want with them. Meanwhile, Leonard reconsiders his relationship with Penny when he learns that she believes in psychics. Penny reconsiders her relationship with Leonard after he mocks her belief in psychics. One of the two is going to have to compromise their steadfast belief if their relationship is to continue. Written by
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The title refers to the fact that Penny believes in psychics. See more
Sheldon generally can't stand someone entering his room, yet he lets Martha in. However, his hesitation and the "audience" response upon approval suggest that this isn't a goof, but a deliberate plot twist showing that Sheldon likes Martha so much as to allow her to be in his room (providing that he himself is not there). See more
Look at us! Getting ready for a double date with actual women who publicly acknowledge they're our girlfriends.
Yes. Actual women are the best.
I don't understand. What other kind of women are there?
Howard, artificial women are your department. You want to take this?
Nah. It would just freak him out.
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #273 I am writing this vanity card from deep in the jungles of Borneo. The heat is oppressive. The mosquitoes are relentless. And the natives.... the natives are hungry for meat. American meat. Specifically, ground chuck. What was I thinking coming here for my Xmas break? What insanity led me to this godforsaken hell?! Oh, how I wish I were back in Burbank. Oh, Burbank, Burbank, Burbank! Forgive me for not seeing your beauty when you thrust it in my face. But now that matters not. Or, that matters not now. Either way, my time is running short. Funny how your perspective changes when the end is near. Being overlooked by the Golden Globes, yet again, seems so unimportant to me now. The fact that one of the natives about to eat me is a freelance show biz reporter for the Kota Kinabalu Daily Bugle and a voting member of the Hollywood Foreign Press even provides me with some comfort. For as I close my eyes on this world I'll at least know that while I may not be to everyone's taste as television, if sauteed with butter and lemon, I will be to everyone's taste as lunch. See more