With only a learner's permit in his possession and not even owning a car, Sheldon is summoned to traffic court after he is caught speeding by a traffic camera. He was driving Penny to the hospital in her car as a favor to her, she who reported Sheldon when she knew she couldn't pay the traffic fine herself. Feeling this situation is all Penny's fault and feeling that he did nothing wrong, Sheldon vows to beat the ticket in court. Beyond the issue of Sheldon winning or losing the case, his scheduled court appearance coincides with a personal appearance by Stan Lee at Stuart's comic book shop. Leonard, Howard and Raj have no conflicting emotions on going to court with Sheldon or going to meet their idol at the comic book shop - they're going to the comic book shop. In addition to paying the fine if one is incurred, Penny vows to make it up to Sheldon by trying to arrange a meeting with Stan Lee. It would help both Penny and Sheldon if Stan knew about Penny's plans. Written by
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When the guys sit in the living room searching comic books to be signed by Stan Lee
, Sheldon says "... will set me apart from the hoi polloi of comic fandom". "Hoi polloi" is Greek for "the majority", making the usage of "the" before it redundant. This is especially important as Sheldon is depicted as being very accurate about foreign language terms; he wouldn't have made a mistake like that. See more
Will you please turn your shirt off?
What? I'm giving myself dramatic entrance music. People will know I'm awesome and to be feared.
Right. There's nothing more awesome and frightening than a man who's got music blasting from between his nipples.
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #279 I worked for Stan Lee twenty-five years ago at Marvel Animation in Los Angeles. My favorite memory is sitting in his office with the legendary Johnny Carson writer, Bob Smith. We were discussing an animated series featuring Rodney Dangerfield as "a dog that got no respect." (Bob was the actual brains behind the project, I was just hanging around hoping to be included.) Anyway, the meeting was going along nicely, the idea of creating an unloved mutt modeled on Rodney seemed both poignant and hilarious. Then Stan rose from the throne-like seat behind his desk and said, "what this project needs is a real comedy writer." I looked over at Bob, one of the whitest guys you've ever seen, and watched him get even whiter. I glanced down and saw his fists curl into bloodless mallets. A cold, eerie silence filled the room. It felt as if time had stopped. I remember thinking I'm about to see a legendary Johnny Carson writer kill the guy who invented Spider-Man. And then the oddest thing happened. Bob smiled and said, "Yeah, Stan, that's what it needs, a real comedy writer." Stan was happy to be agreed with. The clock started ticking again, the atmosphere returned to normal. Bob and I left the office. Stan never had a clue. When I told him this story on the set of The Big Bang Theory, he jokingly said, "So? You're still not a real comedy writer." We both laughed. It was funny. But I'm still gonna sic Bob Smith on his wrinkled old ass. See more
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