We are not putting herbs in the tuna casserole.
I have a glass of water and a high tolerance for pain in the name of science.
Mary ran to the store. I’m watching the kids. Or rather, I’m watching Sheldon build a ham radio out of a toaster.
Kid, I’m a sophomore at the community college. I just need the credit hours for work-study. We use Kikkoman. It’s from Wisconsin.
Dad, you’re fraternizing with the enemy!
I have been reading about the "French Paradox"—the observation that French people suffer low rates of heart disease despite a diet rich in saturated fats. I posit that the key to longevity is not blandness, but variety. Specifically, the inclusion of spices and herbs.
Mother, statistically speaking, the likelihood of this casserole containing a balanced nutritional profile is roughly equivalent to finding a taxpayer who enjoys an audit.
Meanwhile, George Sr. enters. He sees Sheldon interrogating the waiter and decides to intervene, but then he spots a sign:
