Amy: My God, that's the girl that broke Rajesh's heart.
Bernadette: That's Lucy?
Penny: I don't know why, but I always pictured her as Indian.
Bernadette: I think reason is called racism.
Penny: I'm going to talk to her.
Bernadette: Why? What are you going to say?
Penny: I'm not going to say anything. I'm going just want to talk her out. She hurt my friend. My Indian friend. Who's racist now?
Bernadette: You. Because you just called him your Indian friend.
Penny: Yeah, well, you're short.
Amy: We're never getting our drinks.
Bernadette: No, believe that.
Penny: Hi. Can I start off with something to drink?
Lucy: Oh, water would be great.
Penny: Okay. Um, you're Lucy, right? I'm a friend of Rajesh Koothrappali. You see, Amy recognized you.
Lucy: Wow, how's he doing?
Penny: Oh, you know. He's good.
Penny: Yeah. This is none of my business, but why did you break up with him in an email?
Lucy: Um, I don't know. I guess I thought it would be easier.
Penny: Yeah, I get that. I'll go get you your water. When you say easier, you mean easier for you, right? Cause it certainly didn't make it easier for him.
Lucy: Any chance I can get a different waitress?
Penny: I'm sorry, it's rude of me. I will get you that water. See, see, see, see. Just now, you expressed your feelings to my face. How come you can do that with me and not with Raj?
Lucy: I don't know your email.
Penny: You know what the worst part is? You're sitting here perfectly happy and he's at home a blubbering mess.
Lucy: I thought you said he was OK.
Penny: Well, I also said I was getting your water, but look at me. Still standing here. You know, maybe I'm a bad waitress, but you're a bad person. Now, you want to hear the special?