Dr. Hofstadter meets Mrs. Cooper | The Big Bang Theory

Dr. Hofstetter, I want you to meet my mother, Mary. So nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, too. How was your flight? Very pleasant. And yours? Lovely. Almost as if someone, not saying who, was watching over the plane. You're kidding, right? Subtle, Mom. Real subtle. I'm sorry I got caught up at work. Hi. Hello. Oh, okay. Sorry, I forgot. You remember my mother? Oh, yes. Hi, Mary. Good to see you again, dear. Yeah, and that's what I'm talking about. So, Mom, you haven't seen Penny since we got engaged. Yeah, let me show you the ring. Oh, lovely. It must have been very expensive. Oh, no, not at all. No, we found a place online that repurposes diamond drill bits. We did not. That's not true. Could I speak to you alone for a second? Oh, sure. It came from Tiffany's. You mean the box, right? Yeah. It really doesn't matter to me how much he spent on the ring. I think. We're not in a rush. We'll set a date when the time is right. It doesn't matter, sweetie. The moment a man lays with a woman, they are married in the eyes of the Lord. Ugh. The Bible is ugh to you? No, I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. As a psychiatrist, I know how important people's superstitions can be to them. You want to talk about superstitions? Sheldon sent me the books you wrote. All that nonsense about superegos and ids. What bull dropped that on the barn floor? His name is Sigmund Freud. Hey, look at that. You both believe in Jewish bearded guys. Stay out of this. At least the bearded man that I believe in preaches love and compassion. All yours talks about is why you hold in your poop and want to crawl back inside your mama. That's fascinating. How can someone as enlightened as Sheldon come from someone like you? I know the answer. You're not gonna like it. Try me. When I was pregnant with Shelly, I was driving to church, and I was praying to the Lord to give me a son smarter than his dumb-ass daddy. And I looked over, and I saw a Jesus bobblehead in the Subaru next to me, nodding, yes. What is that supposed to mean? It means I can't believe we're having this conversation. Well, do it some more. Maybe it knocks some sense into yourself. How about we all stop hitting ourselves and talk about something safe? You know, like shoes or how cute little Chinese babies are. It is not my fault that your mother likes me better than she likes you. Oh, don't flatter yourself. She likes everybody better than she likes me.