Stuart: So, what have you been up to?
Denise: Robbing mostly. Still working on my screenplay.
Stuart: Oh, good for you.

Stuart: Hey, is it weird that a primitive tribe with no contact with the outside world, no technology, speaks English?
Denise: Maybe we're speaking their language.
Stuart: Well, if that's the case, how can I say the word "helicopter"? They obviously don't have helicopters.
Denise: We say "unicorn," but we don't have unicorns.
Stuart: I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Stuart: Better question, are we finally in a normal universe?
Kripke: Eh, sure looks like it.
[Denise leans forward and takes a bite out of a green plant]
Denise: [chewing] Seems normal to me.

Stuart Prime: So, you want to explain to me why you gave the Leonard/Sheldon thingy to Bert and Kripke?
Stuart: Uh, well, we decided to stay here.
Stuart Prime: Oh, okay, cool! "We decided to stay here. It's great. I don't have to save the universe. I can just chew my frickin' cud."
Denise: [scoffs] Other you's kind of a dick.

Captain Siebert: Oh shit.
Denise: Oh shit? Why, "Oh shit"?
Captain Siebert: Oh shit. Her.
Bert: Look who it is. It's Penny.
Captain Siebert: You know Firing Squad Penny?
Denise: We just know her as regular Penny.

Denise: So what are we supposed to do?
Stuart: I don't know. Look for a hut in a neighborhood with good schools?
Denise: Oh, God. I forgot about our kids.
Stuart: It's okay. Don't worry about it. They- They- They weren't real. They were projections from a malevolent force keeping us enslaved in a false reality.
Denise: Yeah, but they were ours.
Stuart: Yeah.

Denise: Oh, my God, I'm trying not to cry. Bert, Chana, you are about to embark on an amazing adventure. You're gonna set sail in a boat made of love. [sighs] And how do we make that boat seaworthy? We build a hull of trust, a mast of compromise, and to it we attach a sail made of dreams.
Stuart: We get it, a boat.

Stuart Prime: Okay. [clears throat] You know what? I'm gonna explain this as simply as I can. [inhales deeply] Because you are entangled with the primary incident of divergence at a quantum level...
[Denise gags, gulps] [Stuart munches] ...you are inextricably bound to the potential resolution of the fragmentation of the multi-state universe. You get what I'm saying? [Stuart and Denise shake their heads] You're the only one who can save the universe.
Stuart: Yeah, well... [sighs] ...maybe I don't want to.
Stuart Prime: You have to.
Stuart: Is there someone else I can talk to?
Stuart Prime: Like my manager? I'm a projection from a collapsing adjacent reality. Does that sound like someone who has a manager?
Denise: Well, maybe not a manager, but there must've been someone who told you what time to come in today. [Stuart Prime groans]

Stuart: Look. Even if I wanted to save the universe, I don't have the device anymore.
Stuart Prime: So order another one!
Stuart: How can there be another one?
Stuart Prime: How can this conversation be happening?
Stuart: [sighs] You-- You're not listening to me. I'm done with the Leonard/Sheldon thingy and the universe hopping and you! Mostly you.
[As Stuart walks away, Stuart Prime starts to walk after him]
Denise: Don't. Let me talk to you.

Denise: So, what were you in the before times?
Soldier #2: No talking.
Denise: Come on, I'm gonna die anyway.
Soldier #2: I had a podcast. Vitamins, gut health.
Denise: Nice.
Soldier #2: I had Gwyneth Paltrow on.
Denise: Oh, my God, I think I heard that. No, how a good gut biome prevents dementia.
Soldier #2: Yes!

Denise: [scoffs] Oh, my God. Gary. Hi, Gary! [chuckles] Hey, Gary.
Gary: Have we met?
Denise: Gary, we were in a terrible marriage for six years. But we never fought, not once. 'Cause we had shock collars. They really hurt. You'd be getting all mad, and you'd be like... [grunts violently, coughs] You used to part your hair on the other side. I think I liked it better. [readjusts Gary's hair] Oh.

Denise: That was really great.
Stuart: Yeah. In the middle there, did... did you moo?
Denise: I did. You made me moo.
Stuart: I think it's the vegetarian diet. I'm more peppy.
Denise: You sure are. I worked up an appetite.
Stuart: You want some hay? I've got some hay.

Bert: [thinking] Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Boy, that was a good movie.
Kripke: [thinking] Ah! The pool scene where she takes her top off.
Denise: [thinking] So hot. [out loud; off Stuart's look] Sexuality exists on a continuum.

Denise: [thinking] Look at my man taking charge.
Stuart: [thinking] Look at Denise looking at me taking charge.

Raj Koothrappali: Anyway, I... I... I've had time to... to... to figure it all out, and there's definitely something wrong with this reality. See? I... I prove it here and here, and the numbers, they don't lie.
Denise: So, you were telling the truth?
Stuart: You didn't believe me?
Denise: That an alternate version of you told you how to save the universe? No, not for a minute. [scoffs]

Denise: So, anyway, he thinks he can pick up with me right where he left off with the other me.
Bartender: The you from another universe?
Denise: You got it. And dig this. He claims he got all that from another version of himself.
Bartender: I'm guessing from another universe?
Denise: Exactly.
Bartender: Okay. Why don't we get some food in that stomach? [snaps fingers]
Denise: Deviled eggs, little on the nose.

Denise: But if there are infinite universes, maybe there's one where the English language evolved entirely on its own.
Stuart: Without an England?

Denise: Wait, you find messages in bear shit?
Droppings Reader: Oh, yes. When will the rains come? Will our women be fertile?
Stuart: Of course. Primitive cultures, signs in animal droppings. Mind if I jump in?
Denise: What are you doing?
Stuart: If we're gonna receive a message in this universe, maybe this is how.
Denise: In shit?
Stuart: I don't make the rules, Denise. Now, you wanna help me, or you wanna stand there looking disgusted?
Denise: Oh, disgusted, no question.

Stuart: You need to see this.
Denise: Oh, wow. "Use red quartz." But where are we gonna find that?
Stuart: No idea.
Denise: Maybe in rabbit shit?

Denise: Where are we gonna find red quartz?
Stuart: No idea. Luckily, we know a geologist.
Denise: Oh, right, Bert. You gonna tell him you pawed through bear shit to find a message?
Stuart: Nope.
Denise: Can I?
Stuart: Nope.