Young Sheldon

Previously on Young Sheldon...

You know that Mr. Rosenbloom with the furniture store

over by the steak house?

He's asked me to dinner.

Is he your boyfriend?

Well, he's one of them, so let's not bring that up.

All right, so what can I do for you?

What's it like to be Jewish?

Oh, it's terrible. I don't recommend it.

Yeah?

Connie, I would like to have dinner with you tonight.

This is very promising.

Dr. Sturgis and Meemaw

had their first sleepover.

It's a big step in their relationship.

I'm going to go congratulate them.

Hey, put on a jacket, it's chilly out.

I have only seen you eat vanilla ice cream for dessert.

- Why is that? - Well, I've taken a page

from the great physicist Richard Feynman.

In order to have

one less decision in his life,

he decided that dessert would always be chocolate ice cream.

Sounds like it could get kind of boring.

Oh, it does.

But over the last 35 years,

I believe I've saved at least a day and a half.

Well, you have to let me cook for you sometime.

But I enjoy cooking for you.

It's a means of expressing my affection.

It also allows me to control the amount of garlic,

which gives me the burps.

Well, I do make a mean barbecue,

and I promise I can make it garlic-free.

Excellent!

Next time, you can express your affection for me.

Excuse me.

I bet it's Sheldon checking on us.

What?

Connie? It's Ira.

Hey... Hey...

I'm, uh...

I-It's Sheldon.

He... sounds a little agitated.

I'm gonna take it in the other room.

Just...

Hello again.

Listen, I'm wondering what you're doing this weekend.

I miss you.

Cool, cool.

You want to go to a movie

or bowl a few frames?

Uh, you know, listen, it's not a great time right now.

Um, I have a little family over,

and can I call you later?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. I-I don't want to interrupt.

I just miss hearing your voice.

Well... here it is,

coming right up out of my throat.

Um, okay,

so, uh, uh, bye.

Bye-bye.

How's Sheldon doing?

- What? - Sheldon.

You were talking to Sheldon.

Oh... right, yes.

Did you know he has a picture of that fella Feynman

in his bedroom?

What? So do I.

Peas in a pod.

Oh, darn.

Excuse me.

Yes?

How's it going?

It's Sheldon again.

What do you mean "again"?

Speak.

I recently read an article

about a superconducting supercollider

that might be built in Texas.

What about it?

Well, I thought if there was a lull

in your dinner conversation,

you might casually drop it as an icebreaker.

Our dinner conversation is going just fine.

Well, now you have it in your back pocket.

Carry on.

Question... will we be engaging in coitus tonight?

Because I believe I pulled a hamstring

on the bike ride over.

Why didn't you say something?

Well, I was trying to display machismo,

but it's becoming more and more clear

that there's something askew in my groin.

Oh, John...

we don't have to do anything.

We can just be together.

Thanks.

But if it's all the same to you,

I'd like to give it the old college try.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, you're really gonna go out

with this furniture store fella

while seeing Dr. Sturgis?

It's called playing the field.

And if you'd done some of that,

you wouldn't be saddled with Bluto in there.

That's not nice.

And is that really necessary?

The Italians call it "corretto."

It means correcting the drink.

So, a drink without alcohol in it is wrong?

Yep.

Italian people, they know what's up.

All right, one issue at a time.

So, you're really gonna date two men simultaneously?

- Two that you know of. - Oh, Mom.

Come on, don't be such a prude.

I'm not gonna have any babies.

I don't need these men to take care of me.

Why shouldn't I just enjoy myself?

Well, it isn't very Christian of you.

I got no argument there.

Salute!

Yeah, that fixed it.

Mmm.

Oh, Meemaw, no.

Hey, who are you calling?

Dr. Sturgis.

Why?

I saw Meemaw get in a car

with Mr. Rosenbloom.

No...

I don't know if it really happened this way,

but to my nine-year-old mind,

my mother was flying.

So, how's the brisket?

It's good.

It ain't my brisket, but it's good.

I should take you to New York

so you could taste some authentic Jewish brisket.

How's it different?

Well, it's pretty much the same except

it's-it's a lot juicier and you can feel the fat

go directly to your heart.

Oh, boy...

I miss that laugh.

So, uh...

what do you think of that idea?

- What idea? - Going to New York.

Maybe we'll catch a couple of Broadway shows,

uh, see some sights.

Oh, Ira, gee...

I don't know.

- Seems like a big step. - Is it?

I think at this time of our lives,

we should travel, see the world.

I guess.

I mean, we're not getting any younger.

What's that supposed to mean?

I mean, I mean, I'm not getting any younger.

You, on the other hand,

you are a blossoming tulip.

Better.

But I still don't understand.

Your grandmother's a single lady.

She's not committed to any one fella,

and she wants to see what her options are.

But Dr. Sturgis is the best option.

Well, you might feel that way,

but she's not so sure.

Then we need to tell her. I'll make the call.

No. We need to mind our business

and maybe pray for her to make the right decision.

We're gonna leave this up to God?

You think you could do a better job than God?

Maybe not with creating the universe,

but I bet I could free the Hebrews

with one good plague.

You can get lox, bagels,

all the trimmings at 3:30 in the morning.

Why would I want that?

Well, you wouldn't. I mean, it's too heavy.

But you could if you wanted.

So, what do you think?

Oh, Ira, I don't think so.

All right, what do you say

to a weekend in New Orleans, huh?

We could do one of those Carnival Cruise things.

You're killing me.

I can't do this, I...

Can't do what?

Ira, you're just a wonderful man.

Oh, boy, I don't like where this is going.

But to tell you the truth,

I'm seeing somebody else.

And we've gone there.

I thought I could do it, uh... you know, date both of you,

but I-I can't, I can't, I just...