previously on the big bang theory... oh, look at all that chest hair. and overbite. of course you're a wolowitz. son of a bitch, he bit me. okay, i guess i'll just go to the emergency room to be safe. howie, this is just your hypochondria. when i sat on the mute button and thought i'd gone deaf, that was my hypochondria. we'll find another time to tell him i'm pregnant. morning. morning. "we"? what is this? i don't know. maybe it says something on the back. "continued on milk." if you're tricking me into making my own breakfast, it didn't work for my mom, and it won't work for you.