Howard: I just realized, now that I'm not in the band, I can focus on my own music. You know, go solo.
Bernadette: You said you were taking a break from the band to help with me and the baby.
Howard: Yes, and write an astronaut musical. Picture this. The curtain opens. There's a lone astronaut floating in the inky blackness of space. Maybe wires, maybe fog. I'll let the director figure that out. [playing the keyboard] "I really don't know when I'll run out of oxy gen".