Amy: You know what? I'm done with this.

Sheldon: W-Where are you going?

Amy: I'm leaving.

Sheldon: You can't leave. I need you.

Amy: You do?

Sheldon: Yes. You're my ride. (the vehicle used for transportation: I've got to hang up now—my ride's here.)

Amy: Sheldon, you either say something meaningful and from the heart, or you and I are done.

Sheldon: All right. Please. Amy... when I look in your eyes and you're looking back in mine, everything feels not quite normal, because I feel stronger and weaker at the same time. I feel excited and, at the same time, terrified. The truth is, I don't know what I feel, except...I know what kind of man I want to be.

Amy: Sheldon...that was beautiful.

Sheldon: I should hope so. That's from the first Spider-Man movie.

Amy: I'll take it.

Sheldon: Good. Now, I assume we're splitting the check?