-Sheldon: I&`&m sick. Thank you very much.
-Penny: How could you have gotten if from me? I&`&m not sick.
-Sheldon: You&`&re a carrier. All these people here are doomed. You&`&re doomed!
-Penny: Sheldon, what do you want?
-Sheldon: I want soup.
-Penny: Why didn&`&t you...? Why didn&`&t you just have soup at home?
-Sheldon: Penny, I have an IQ of 187. Don&`&t you imagine that if there were a way for me to have had soup at home, I would have thought of it?
-Penny: You can have soup delivered.
-Sheldon: I did not think of that. Clearly, febrile delirium is setting in. Please bring me some soup while I still understand what a spoon is for.
-Penny: Okay, what kind of soup do you want?
-Sheldon: Well, my mother used to make me this split pea with little frankfurter slices and these homemade croutons.
Penny: We have chicken, tortilla and potato leek.
-Sheldon: Could I get any of those with little frankfurter slices and homemade croutons?
-Penny: No.
-Sheldon: Then surprise me.