The Big Bang Theory – Sheldon Guarding His Parking Spot

The Big Bang Theory – Sheldon Guarding His Parking Spot Sheldon: Morning, Professor Stevens. Don’t look at that whiteboard. That’s my math, not your math. Keep walking, nosey. Howard: What the hell are you doing? Sheldon: Oh. You said I’m not using my space, so I’m using it. Howard: Okay, you need to move now. Sheldon: No, I don’t. Howard: You can’t stay there forever. Sheldon: Actually, I have a plastic baggy strapped to my leg that says I can. Give up, Wolowitz. You’ve chosen to tangle with a superior intellect you can’t defeat. There is nothing you could possibly do to…  Howard: Those aren’t gonna help you, Sheldon, Sheldon: Oh, yes, they are. I mean, what? Howard: I’m warning you, Sheldon! Sheldon: Your threats are empty, nothing can move me. Stop that. Howard: Get out of my spot. Sheldon: No. That’s it. I am calling campus security. You prepare for the scolding of your life. Leonard: What are you idiots doing? Sheldon: He’s trying to kill me, Leonard. Video games and rock music have desensitized him to violence. Howard: Would you please talk some sense into your lunatic roommate? Leonard: You’re both acting like lunatics. It’s just a parking spot. […]