Sheldon：Amy. Amy. Oh, right,funeral. Amy.

Amy: Hello, Sheldon.

Sheldon：I'm not allowed to wear mySilver Surfer neck tie, but you can wear a bathrobe?

Amy: I think I'm too sick to go to the funeral.

Sheldon： You're sick? You poorkid. Well, see ya.

Amy: Sheldon, aren't you gonna take care of me?

Sheldon： Me? No. No, I'm notthat kind of doctor.

Amy: But our relationship agreement clearly states thatwhen one of us is sick, the other must take care of them.

Sheldon： Oh, I see theconfusion. No, the intent behind that clause was to force you to take care ofme when I'm ill. When you're feeling better, you'll think that's funny.

Amy: Never mind. Good night, Sheldon.