The Big Bang Theory

It feels like it wasn't that long ago

we were here doing this for Halley.

'Cause it wasn't.

Which reminds me, before we leave,

let's get you a vasectomy.

Oh, that's sweet, but today is all about you.

So, you two ready to find out the sex of this baby?

- Yeah. - Absolutely.

Is Halley hoping

for a little brother or a little sister?

Well, she's nine months old,

so unless it jingles or is in my bra, she doesn't care.

And how about you two?

You know, for the first one, we really wanted a girl,

but this time around, we don't have a preference.

Yeah. Boy, girl, as long as it's healthy.

Well, it's a boy.

- Oh. - Oh.

Come on, you can't really be disappointed.

Hey, I barely know how to be a man myself.

Now I have to teach someone?

As the saying goes, “Those who can't do, teach”"

Don't you want a little version of Howard?

I already have a little version of Howard.

Now I'm having a son?

I'll have to teach him how to play sports,

and-and watch sports

and-and-and-and-and-and...

He just ran out of man things. He's in trouble.

It's okay. We're all here to help.

Yes. And this baby will have plenty of manly role models.

Now, I'm certain that whatever Bernadette can't teach him,

Penny can.

- Uh, she can pee into a bottle. - Mm hmm.

Anything with a neck wider than a nickel.

Howie, there's a lot of amazing things you can teach a son.

Yeah. You do always know how to pick just the right antacid.

I don't know if I can teach that.

It's just something I was born with.

Come on. You can build things.

You were an astronaut.

That's true.

You know, as a kid, I used to make model rockets.

That'd be pretty cool to do with a son.

Model rockets. Finally, something interesting.

What is your preferred mode of recovery?

Sheldon, we're helping our friends.

And we got to model rockets, yeah?

It was a tedious road, but well worth the effort.

- So, have you thought of any names? - Amy.

We finally got to model rockets.

Why are you turning back?

*THE BIG BANG THEORY* Season 11 Episode 04 Title: "The Explosion Implosion"

Hey, where are you going?

Back to the dry cleaner. Look at this.

They didn't get the stain out of my Starfleet uniform.

Well, if you didn't make me wear the green body paint in bed,

you wouldn't have to get it dry-cleaned so much.

Nah, it's worth it.

Hey, wait, it's your mom.

Oh, too bad. She just missed me!

Hey, Beverly.

Oh, hello, Penny.

Uh, Leonard just left.

He's gonna be so upset he missed your call.

Why?

Because he...

Yeah, I don't know.

How are you?

Did you mean personally or professionally?

Um, personally?

Like, what'd you do last night?

I had Cuban food at the home of a man

with whom I shared unsatisfying intercourse.

Wow. Okay.

And to anticipate your next questions,

roasted pork and sideways missionary.

Sure. Sure. 'Cause you were full.

I haven't looked at all this stuff in years.

Had it.

Had it.

Burnt down my garage with it.

I had three model rockets as a kid,

and that was the largest space program in India.

You have a replica Saturn V?

Yeah. My dad bought it before he, you know,

abandoned our family.

Lucky duck.

Could never bring myself to open it without him. (chuckles)

It's silly.

No, it's not silly.

I always wanted my dad to build rockets with me,

but he wasn't interested.

Ah, yes, disappointing fathers.

Tell me about it.

I remember for my 16th birthday, my dad bought me a Mercedes.

Like, a little one, like a starter Mercedes.

He had barely handed me the keys

before he had to rush back to work.

I didn't see him again till, like, pretty late that night.

Anyway...

as angry as I was with him leaving,

building this stuff is probably what led me

to become an engineer.

I suppose, in his own way,

my dad also encouraged me to pursue science.

I mean, he is the one that taught me

that flatulence is combustible.

And also, polyester gym shorts don't burn.

They melt.

Yeah, I guess I'm an astrophysicist because,

as a kid, I said I like to look at the stars,

so... my dad sent me to Hawaii

to visit the Keck telescope.

Screw you. My pain is real.

You know what? Forget the past.

What do you say you and me build this rocket?

That sounds like it could be

a real bonding experience for us.

Right?

Oh, I see. Oh, you think that's a positive.

So, you don't want to hang out with Sheldon and Howard?

No, they were bonding over their sad childhoods,

and my stupid parents were always there for me.

What's all this?

I'm just boxing up all the clothes Halley's outgrown.

Guess we won't need them anymore.

Oh, well, slow down.

I'm sure there's some you could reuse for a boy.

“Daddy's little girl”?

Okay, well, what if we, uh, change it to say,

“Daddy's little girl magnet”?

Boom! Boy shirt.

What about this?

Uh, okay.

Uh, pull off the skirt, slap a lightning bolt on the front,

and you got baby Flash.

Ooh. Stick a long sleeve under it.

Boom! Baby Sheldon.

Wow, you're really good at this.

Oh, please.

This isn't my first time

turning girl clothes into boy clothes.

Why? You got your sister's hand-me-downs?

Yeah, that.

Oh. I should've brought peanuts.

You can't eat peanuts. You're allergic.

If you die, who's going to drive me home?

I'm not gonna eat them.

It's a thing they do at JPL.

When the Ranger mission finally had a successful launch,

there were peanuts in the room.

Ever since then, they have them at every launch.

That sounds like a silly superstition.

It's more of a tradition.

Oh! I do love a tradition.

Could you pull over at the next peanut store?

I don't think that's a real thing.

Oh, don't be pedantic.

Any nut store will do.

I-I don't think we can get peanuts out here.

Ah, well, then this whole day's ruined.

Now that I think about it, maybe it is more of a superstition.

Whew! That was close.

Oh, uh, hey, Beverly, you called my phone, not Leonard's.

Actually, I was hoping to speak with you.

Is this a good time?

Uh, that depends.

What time is it where you are?

Uh, just after 5:00.

Yeah, that counts.

What's up?

Well, I enjoyed our conversation the other day,

and I was hoping to continue it.

Really?

Uh, yes. You may find this surprising,

but I don't have a lot of what you would call girlfriends.

: What?

Of course, there are my female colleagues,

but, uh, they're all Freudians,

so the only boy that I can dish about is my father.

Uh, well, you know, I'm here for you.

What do you want to talk about?

Well, last time, we focused on my life.

If we're going to be real girlfriends,

we should talk about you as well.

Well, you know, if we're gonna be

real girlfriends, we should get a third girl

we can trash behind her back.

Oh, so we'd be catty.

Oh, I like it.

What about Sheldon's fiancée?

She seems a bit dour.

Ooh, “dour.”

Meow.

All right.

Here we go.

L-minus ten, nine...

- Wait, what are you doing? - It's “T-minus”"