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No, see, the liquid metal Terminators were created in the future by Skynet,

and Skynet was developed by Miles Dyson,

but that future no longer exists due to Dyson's death in Terminator 2.

Okay, then riddle me this:

Assuming all the good Terminators were originally evil Terminators created by Skynet

but then reprogrammed by the future John Connor,

why would Skynet, an artificial computer intelligence,

bother to create a petite, hot, 17-year-old killer robot?

Skynet is kinky?

I don't know...

Artificial intelligences do not have teen fetishes.

Allright. Wait! They use it to...

Too late. I win.

What the hell is that?

I don't know, but if cats could sing...

they'd hate it, too.

Hey, guys!

- Hi! Where you going?

- What?

We just had to mail some letters...

and...

throw away some chicken.

You'll never guess what just happened.

I give up.

I don't guess.

As a scientist, I reach conclusions based on observation and experimentation.

Although as I'm saying this,

it occurs to me you may have been employing a rhetorical device rendering my response moot.

- What was that?

- Believe it or not, personal growth.

What happened?

Allright, remember when I auditioned for that workshop production of Rent,

but I didn't get it and I couldn't figure out why.

I have a conclusion based on an observation.

No, you don't.

No, he doesn't.

Well, the girl they picked to play Mimi...

she dropped out, and they asked me to replace her.

Congratulations.

What a lucky break.

It's not a big deal, just a one-night showcase,

but they invite a lot of casting people and agents.

So, you never know.

- I think I know.

- No, you don't.

He doesn't.

It's this Friday at 8:00.

Do you guys want to come?

No!

Because...

Friday we are attending a symposium on molecular positronium.

I think that's a week from Tuesday, at 6:00.

No, it's this Friday.

At 8:00.

Oh, too bad.

I gotta get to rehearsal.

- See you guys. - See ya.

You just lied to Penny.

- Yes, I did.

- And you did it so casually-- no rapid breathing, no increase in perspiration...

So?

So, lack of a physiological response while lying

is characteristic of a violent sociopath.

Sheldon, are you worried about your safety?

No, I imagine if you were going to kill me,

you'd have done it a long time ago.

That's very true.

Season 1 Episode 10: The Loobenfeld Decay

Leonard?

What?

I need to speak to you.

- It's 2:00 in the morning!

- It's important.

I highly doubt that.

Go away!

Are you still out there?

Yes.

What?

You're right; it can wait until morning.

- What, what, what, what, WHAT?

- Never mind.

I clearly woke you up in the middle of a REM cycle.

You're in no state of mind to talk.

Sheldon, what is it?

I'm uncomfortable having been included in your lie to Penny.

What was I supposed to say?

- You could have told her the truth.

- That would have hurt her feelings.

Is that a relevant factor?

Yes!

Then I suppose you could've agreed to go.

And what would I have said afterwards?

I would suggest something to the effect of:

singing isneither an appropriate vocation nor avocation for you,

and if you disagree, I'd recommend you have a CAT scan to look for a tumor

pressing on the cognitive processing centers of your brain.

I couldn't say that. I would have to say,

"You were terrific and I can't wait to hear you sing again."

Why?

It's the social protocol.

It's what you do when you have a friend who's proud of something they really suck at.

I was not aware of that.

Well, now you are.

Oh! All right.

Leonard?

Yes?

When we played chess earlier, you were terrific,

and I can't wait to play you again.

Good night.

Leonard?

This would be so much easier if I were a violent sociopath.

What?

I was analyzing our lie,

and I believe we're in danger of Penny seeing through the ruse.

How?

Simple: If she were to log onto "www.socalphysixs-group.org/activities/other"

click on "Upcoming Events," scroll down to "Seminars,"

download the PDF schedule,

and look for the seminar on molecular positronium,

well then. Bippity, boppity, boo--

our pants are metaphorically on fire.

Well, sir, my trousers will not be igniting today.

Penny?

Good morning!

Do you have any idea what time it is?

Of course I do.

My watch is linked to the atomic clock in Boulder, Colorado.

It's accurate to one tenth of a second.

But as I'm saying this, it occurs to me

that, once again, your question may have been rhetorical.

What do you want?

Remember how Leonard told you we couldn't come to your performance

because we were attending a symposium on molecular positronium?

I remember "symposium."

Yes. Well...

He lied.

Wait. What?

He lied, and I'm feeling very uncomfortable about it.

Well, imagine how I'm feeling.

Hungry?

Tired?

I'm sorry, this really isn't my strong suit.

You told her I lied?

Why would you tell her I lied?

To help you.

I'm sorry, I'm not seeing the help.

She was going to see through your lie eventually,

so I told her that you were lying to protect me.

I'm getting a bad feeling.

Hunger?

Indigestion?

I'm sorry, I'm really not very good at this.

Anyway, Penny now believes that, on Friday night,

we're going to participate in my cousin Leopold's drug intervention.

Your cousin Leopold.

Who most people call Leo, but he also answers to Lee.

- Remember that. It's important.

- What's important?

Details, Leonard-- the success or failure of our deceitful enterprise turns on details.

- Do you have a cousin Leopold?

- No. I made him up.

I think you'd call him Lee.

I don't get it. I already told her a lie.

Why replace it with a different lie?

Well, first of all, your lie was laughably transparent,

where mine is exquisitely convoluted.

While you were sleeping, I was weaving an un-unravelable web.

Un-unravelable?

Yes.

If she Googles "Leopold Houston," she'll find a Facebook page,

an online blog depicting his descent into drug use

and a desperate yet hopeful listing on eHarmony.com.

Okay, why would I go to a drug intervention for your cousin?

Because it's in Long Beach, and I don't drive.

- We're going to Long Beach?

- Of course not.

There's no cousin Leo.

There's no intervention.

Focus, Leonard.

Aw, come on.

We just leave the house on Friday night and we return in the wee hours,emotionally wrung out,

from the work of convincing Leo to go back into rehab.

- He goes back into rehab?

- Yes, but, he can relapse if Penny ever invites us to hear her sing again.

You still told her I lied.

For a noble purpose-- to spare me the social embarrassment

of having a drug-addled first cousin--

which I'm assuming is embarrassing, yes?

How am I supposed to remember all of this?

That's the best part.

You don't have to.

I told Penny that you would be embarrassed, if you knew that she found out that you had lied,

so she's agreed to operate as if the original lie is still in force.

So she's expecting me, to lie about going to a symposium in Pasadena,

when, in actuality, we're pretending to go to a drug intervention in Long Beach.

Un-unravelable.

Hey Penny! Wow, look at you, all ready for your showcase.

- You look great.

- Thanks.

I just wanted to come by, wish you guys luck

with your... symposium.

Thank you!

I got to tell you, a lot of friends would let their friend go alone,

but that's not who you are.

You are the kind of guy who stands by a friend when...

When he has a symposium to go to.

I don't know what to say.

It's okay, Leonard.

Okay, all right, good.

Oh, boy, group hug.

So, what's up?

Well, Penny is on her way to perform in a one-night showcase production of Rent, which we are unable to attend,

because we're going to a symposium on molecular positronium

given by Dr. Emilarmanfarmian.

Wait a minute. Farmanfarmian is speaking and you're bogarting the symposium?

- Howard, I'm sorr...

- No, no, you're quark-blocking us.

I don't know what to say.

Howard, listen.

It's okay. It's your Millennium Falcon.

You and Chewbacca do whatever you wanted.

Me and Princess Leia here will find some other way to spend the evening.

Howard, wait.

Sheldon, I think we should tell them.

Okay, sure.

I don't see a problem with that.

There's no symposium.

Leonard lied to me.

Isn't that right, Leonard?

Well...

I don't know what to say!

It's okay; I do.

Leonard is helping Sheldon through a family crisis.

He made up the whole story about the symposium with Dr. Farman...

Farmian.

Good for you.

Because he didn't want Sheldon to be embarrassed.

And there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Every family in America has a relative

holed up in a garage somewhere huffing paint thinner.

No, I'm lost, too.

I think she skipped a step.

No, look.

Sheldon's cousin Leo escaped rehab, and he's in a Motel 8 in Long Beach.

The whole family's going out for an intervention.

Leonard is driving Sheldon down there

to help him through this, because he's such a good man.

Another hug? Thank you.

All right, you guys, good luck.

Thanks, Penny.

Break a leg!

Break a leg!

So, road trip to Long Beach.

- We're not going to Long Beach.

- Why not?

Because Sheldon doesn't have a drug-addicted cousin Leopold.

Oh, too bad.

I've always wanted to go to Long Beach.

It's a very nice community.

The Queen Mary is docked there.

Once the largest ocean liner in the world, it's now a hotel and restaurant,

where they host a surprisingly gripping murder mystery dinner.

- Sounds fun. - I'm game.

- No, no, no.

Leonard gets nauseous unless he sits in front, and even then, it's iffy.

Wait, are we really going to Long Beach?

Leonard?

Let it go, Sheldon.

The murderer was the first mate whether it makes sense to you or not.

No, that's the least of our worries.

I've been doing some research on addiction,

both the biochemical and behavioral aspects--

and I think there's a problem with the current version of our lie.

What are you talking about?

It's fine! She bought it; it's over.

Sadly, it's not.

Substance abuse is a lifelong struggle,

but beyond that, I have realized that the Leo I described

would not have agreed to go to rehab.

- Why not?

Because Leo's a middle child.

There is no Leo!

How can you say that?

You didn't read the bio, did you?

He's not just a middle child, he is the quintessential middle child--

from a broken home, to boot.

Psychologically speaking, the attention he gets by rebelling,

even to the point of self-destruction,

is more emotionally valuable than the help he would get at rehab.

- I've got a solution.

- Great. What is it?

Get out!

Fine.

I've hesitated to point this out,

but I must now remind you that we are in our current predicament

because of your initial and totally inadequate deceit.

I'm just trying to clean up after your mess.

We'll talk in the morning.

Morning.

Who are you?

I am Sheldon's cousin Leo.

Sheldon does not have a cousin Leo.

Au contraire.

I'm 26 years old.

I'm originally from...

Denton, Texas, but I was a Navy brat,

so I was brought up on a variety of military bases around the world.

As a result, I've often felt like an outsider--

never really fitting in,

which is probably the reason for my substance abuse problem.

Excuse me, we just went over this.

As the quintessential middle child, your addiction is rooted

in your unmet need for attention.

Sheldon, are we really going to go with pop psychology?

For your information, this is based on solid research.

Just stick with the character profile I wrote for you.

Sheldon?

I'm sorry.

Leonard, this is Toby Loobenfeld.

He's a research assistant in the particle physics lab,

but he also minored in theater at MIT.

It was more of a double major, actually.

Theater and physics.

You can guess which one my bourgeois parents pushed me toward.

Yeah, I got it.

Sheldon...

why?

You see, while Leo would not have gone into rehab,

it is completely plausible,

that we would have talked him into leaving the motel and coming home with us.

How about this as my motivation-- when I was 14 years old,

I was abused in the Philippines by a clubfooted Navy chaplain.

No. We're going with middle child

and a genetic predisposition to inadequate serotonin production.

Swell. How do I play genetic predisposition?

Subtextually, of course.

Just have fun with it.

- Morning, Penny.

- How did the intervention go?

Unfortunately, we weren't able to convince him to go to rehab.

Based on what you told me, I am not surprised.

But we did convince him to leave the motel.

Come say hello.

Leo.

This is Penny, our friend and neighbor.

Hi, Leo.

How are you feeling?

Let me ask you something, Penny.

Have you ever woken up in a fleabag motel, covered in your own vomit,

next to a transsexual prostitute?

No.

Then don't ask me how I'm feeling.

Well, that's Leo.

why don't you tell me about your showcase last night?

It was okay, I guess.

It wasn't a big turnout, but they both really seemed to like it.

There were only two people there?

By the end, yeah.

Damn you, Chaplain Harrigan!

I'm... I'm sorry?

The Philippines.

1992.

The Subic Bay Naval Station.

A young boy on the cusp of manhood.

His only companions,

mongrel dogs and malarial mosquitoes.

Desperate and alone,

he reached out to a man who promised to introduce him

to a merciful, loving God, but who instead introduced him

to a gin-pickled tongue shoved down his adolescent throat.

What choice did he have but to drink, shoot and snort his pain away?

Don't forget his genetic predisposition towards addiction.

- That's never been proven.

- There have been studies.

Not double-blind studies.

How could there be?

Who would be the control group?

As you can see, detoxing can get pretty ugly.

Let's give them some privacy.

Do you want to come over and have coffee?

Ah, sounds good.

I have a video of me singing last night.

Do you want to see it?

Gee, why wouldn't I?

This is even better than you coming to the showcase,

because now I get to watch you watch me.

Yeeaaahh.

Funny how things work out.

...but he loved the companionship and the wisdom

that his own father failed to provide.

Your parents made the right decision.

I cannot work like this.

This is amazing.

Just sitting on a couch watching TV with a woman.

Not being drunk or high

or wondering if you're a dude down there.

Leo, you are a very sweet, really funny guy.

You're going to do okay.

One day at a time, Penny.

One day at a time.

How long is he going to stay here?

He's a homeless drug addict Leonard.

Where is he going to go?

Boy, you have a lot to learn about lying.

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