I'm killing it!

Yeah, I wish we looked as cool dancing in clubs

as we do right now.

Don't worry, this is exactly how you look

when you're dancing in clubs.

You're welcome, ladies.

Paradigm-shifting news, gentlemen!

Dude!

I was about to Bollywood this bitch.

Earlier today, I invited

Professor Stephen Hawking to join me

in the popular online game Words with Friends.

Moments ago, he accepted my request.

Do you understand what that means?

That somewhere right now Stephen Hawking is saying,

"Damn it.

I meant to click no."

I'll walk you through it.

The game is not called Words with Strangers.

No, it's not even called

Words with Acquaintances.

It is called

Words with...

I'm not finishing your sentence.

You pulled the plug on my funk.

Friends!

It's Words with Friends!

Which Stephen Hawking and I

officially are.

Now all I need is a bunk bed with a slide;

I'll have everything I've ever wanted

since I was six years old.

That's really nice, Sheldon.

I'm happy for you.

And I'm happy for you, too.

You are now friends with someone

who is officially friends with Stephen Hawking.

Enjoy it, boys.

You may have peaked.

Sheldon, I know Stephen Hawking.

I worked with him.

And if they ever come out with a game called

Words with People You Once Worked with,

you'll be off to the races.

Sheldon, I don't think this actually means...

Hold that thought!

Professor Hawking has made a move.

Boy, oh, boy.

Oh, it's only a matter of time

before we're coming up with fun nicknames for each other.

I'll be Coop.

He'll be Wheels.

If he's okay with that.

All right.

Crank up the AC, boy!

It's gonna get hot in here!