Sheldon The Wonderhorse: Hey. Take a look at that.
Mrs. Wonderhorse: What?
StW: That. Over there.
MW: What? I have no idea what you’re looking at.
StW: Them. Over there. Those guys.
MW: Who? Which guys?
StW: The two asian guys eating cupcakes.
MW: Yeah? What about them?
StW: Well, they must really like those cupcakes. I mean, look at them going to town on them. Those cupcakes don’t stand a chance with those two around.
MW: Yeah, well. You know.
StW: I know what?
MW: Nothing. That was all I had to say.
StW: Oh. Because it sounded like you were going to say something after that. “You know, dot dot dot”
MW: There was no “dot dot dot”.
StW: It seemed like there was.
MW: That was purely unintentional.
StW: You’re saying the “dot dot dot” was unintentional, not implied?
MW: That is exactly what I’m saying.
StW: Okay. I just thought you were going to say something about the cupcakes. Or the asian guys.
MW: No. I mean, you pointed out they seemed to be enjoying the cupcakes.
MW: My “you know” was me just agreeing with you. I mean, it seemed pretty obvious they were enjoying the cupcakes.
MW: Because, really, who doesn’t enjoy cupcakes?
StW: My sister.
MW: Your sister doesn’t enjoy cupcakes?
StW: Can’t stand them.
MW: Really? How did I not know this?
StW: I don’t know. Guess the topic of cupcakes has never come up before.
MW: Huh. How can she not like cupcakes?
StW: Don’t know.
MW: Does she like cake?
StW: LOVES cake.
MW: Because, I swear, I’ve seen her eating cake.
StW: I know.
MW: So, you’re saying it’s the cup aspect of the cupcake that she’s against.
StW: Yeah, don’t know why. As far as I know, she’s never experienced any kind of cupcake trauma or anything. Certainly nothing to my knowledge. Maybe she had a bad experience with one of those metalic-y silver cupcake cups. I can see how that would happen. They could be kind of sharp. Look a little like metal teeth, I suppose.
MW: She’s an odd one, your sister.
StW: I know. When we were kids, she told everyone that when she grew up, she wanted to be a hooker.
MW: I’m sorry?
StW: She said she wanted to be a hooker.
MW: Your sister wanted to be a hooker.
MW: How old was she when she was going through this hooker phase?
MW: Your seven-year-old sister wanted to be a hooker.
MW: Do I want to know why?
StW: Said she liked the way the dressed.
MW: Where does a seven-year-old see how hookers dress?
StW: Trapper John, MD.
MW: I don’t recall there being any hookers on Trapper John, MD.
StW: Me either, but that’s where she discovered them. All I remember is that guy who lived in a beat-up Winnebago in the parking lot.
MW: Oh yeah. He was a doctor too, right?
StW: Yeah, he was the “hot” doctor. The hot homeless doctor.
MW: He wasn’t homeless, he lived in the Winnebago.
StW: Did you see the inside of that thing? Trust me, that was a hot homeless doctor. At the very least, he was a hot slightly schizophrenic doctor. I don’t know about you, but I have several reservations about any doctor who lives in a Winnebago slicing my ass open. Any doctor who is living in a motor home clearly did not finish at the top of his class.
MW: Maybe he was just down to earth.
StW: I’m not buying that. There were some emotional problems with that one, I’m telling you. If the show would have gone on, I have no doubt he would have gone on some kind of hospital-wide rampage because the cafeteria messed up his Rueben or something.
MW: It’s certainly possible.
StW: Would you look at that.
StW: The two asian guys. They finished those cupcakes and now pulled out two more.
StW: Where the hell did they get cupcakes anyway?