ARTHUR: Ok, so it's 20 years from now, and we've got a working moonbase. SHELDON: Ok.
ARTHUR: But here's the problem: how do we ship all the furniture up there? SHELDON: Easy. We call Ikea. Those guys can flatpack a bull elephant into a three-inch cube, and they'll only charge you a buck for it.
ARTHUR: Ikea? No way. I can tell you right now what'll happen...
Astronaut 1: Ooo cool.... you puttin' together our "Glürpa"? Astronaut 2: They... they didn't include the little Allen wrench... Astronaut 3: I am NOT flyin' back... I just took my dang shoes off. Astronaut 4: Maybe we can put the "Häkloogie" together, instead?