Young Sheldon

Classical physics an predict a lot about the world.

For example, it can tell us what happens

when one pool ball knocks into another.

But when multiple balls careen in different directions,

we've entered the wild and woolly world

of nonlinear dynamics.

And you don't need me to tell you

that it's impossible to predict what will happen next.

Actually, based on the state of our educational system,

you probably do.

Now imagine those are people.

Even a brilliant young ball who graduated high school at 11

can be caught in the maelstrom.

Aah!

Our first collision was set in motion

when Pastor Jeff and Robin had their baby.

Isn't he the cutest?

- He sure is. - Oh.Yeah, he's an angel.

He's just happy all the time...

Morning, afternoon,

middle of the night, 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.,

all the a.m.'s, really.

Dip the pacifier in some whiskey,

put him right out.

But don't use the good stuff.

They can't tell the difference.

I never thought I could love anything

this much.

I used to think I loved my dog Waffles,

but... it doesn't even compare.

You okay?

Sorry. I'm fine.

Just haven't been sleeping lately.

Why don't you go home?

We can handle things here.

No. No, I'm good. I got work to do.

Away from my son,

who's probably wondering where his daddy went

and if he's ever coming home.

Maybe go.

- I'll go. - And don't worry

about a thing here.

Thank you.

Oh, sure, we can handle the food drive,

the bulletins...

And if you're not feeling up to it,

I could even give the sermon on Sunday.

I'm sure I'll be fine by Sunday.

You don't have to decide right now.

I'll do the sermon.

We'll play it by ear.

Take a hint, sister.

Sure, I can stay till George gets home.

Well, Missy's not back yet, but Sheldon's right here.

Sheldon, you good?

Yeah, he's good.

All right, bye.

I just got off the phone with your mom.

She's gonna work late,

so I'll hang out till your dad...

I don't care.

What's wrong with her?

Who?

Everything okay?

Leave me alone.

Did something happen at school?

Go away.

Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?

No!

I'm going number one.

*YOUNG SHELDON* Season 04 Episode 18

Episode Title: "The Wild and Woolly World of Nonlinear Dynamics"

Hey, I'm gonna need you

to drop the bulletin off at the printers.

And while you're out, could you also swing

by the bank and make a deposit?

Sure, and there's one thing you could do for me.

- What's that? - Quit riding my hump.

- Excuse me? - You're not the boss around here.

No, but

Pastor Jeff's away, and I'm the church secretary.

Okay.

Take a memo. "You're not in charge. Peg."

- Hey. - Welcome home.

What's going on?

Mary's working late, Sheldon's in the garage,

and Missy's in her room hating the world.

What's wrong with Missy?

My guess is a boy.

And I hope you like this song, because it's in heavy rotation.

I'll go talk to her.

That's not a good idea.

Mm, Missy and I kind of have a father-daughter thing.

Maybe you and cute, little Missy.

This is pre-teen, angry Missy.

You haven't met her yet.

I got this.

Hmm.

Dumb and confident... My favorite combination.

Missy?

I was listening to that.

Thought you might want to talk.

That's why the door was shut and the music was loud...

'Cause I want to talk.

Okay. Okay.

If this is about a boy, I know it feels

like the end of the world, but

I promise you're gonna have other boyfriends.

I don't want other boyfriends. I want Marcus.

Well, you feel that way now, but you're only 11.

So my feelings don't matter?

Uh...

Hey, how about we go get some ice cream?

I'm not a child.

- Just trying to help. - Leave me alone!

You are right.

You have been here longer than me.

I don't see why we can't work together.

That'd be nice.

Great. So, why don't you go by the bank,

and I will drop off the bulletin?

So no one's gonna answer the phones?

Fine. You just sit there, and I'll go and do everything.

Sweet.

Oh, today's a stumper.

Is "nipto" a word?

You know what? This is why I was taking charge of everything.

Because if I don't, nothing will get done.

Oh, it's "pinto."

This is exactly what I'm talking about.

Guess what, Mary.

Things were getting done long before you got here.

I just want everything taken care of for Pastor Jeff.

Or you just like thinking you're better than everybody.

How'd that

daddy-daughter thing work out?

I'm not in the mood, Connie.

I told you not to go in there, but you knew better, didn't you?

I don't need your parenting advice.

Seems like you do.

I'm sorry. How many of your children still talk to you?

Oh, that's right. Just Mary.

I have a problem.

- What now? - Missy put a "Do not enter" sign

on our bedroom door, and I'm all for obeying posted signage,

but it is my room, and I feel

that gives me right of entry. Thoughts?

You don't want to go in there.

But I do. Is Missy even

authorized to put up a sign? And if so,

does that mean I can put up a sign?

I don't know.

Because if I put up a "Do enter" sign,

which sign would have precedence?

Do we have a lawyer? I should talk to a lawyer.

She's having boy problems. Just give her space.

Emotionally or legally?

Emotionally.

Excellent. Ignoring emotions is where I shine.

Clearly.

- Did you not see the sign? - I did.

It's not legally binding. I asked Dad.

What are you doing?

- Getting rid of my stupid toys. - Hmm.

Even your Cabbage Patch doll?

- I don't need a doll. - Good.

She was starting to smell like actual cabbage.

Why are you taking that down?

It's time to grow up.

Leave it there.

You don't even like Cyndi Lauper.

No, but it's part of my daily routine.

Every morning I wake up, look over there and wonder,

"Why is she standing like this?"

Too bad. It's my room.

It's my room, too.

Yeah, and I don't get a say

in any of your stupid posters.

These are the smartest men who ever lived,

so if anyone's stupid, it's you for saying that.

Shut up!

You're very irritable.

This might be why you're having boy problems.

Put that down!

No!

Missy, I mean it!

I don't care!

It's mine! Give it back!

What did you do?!

What the hell's going on in here?!

Look what she did!

- It's his fault! - That's enough out of both of you!

I told you not to come in here. Go!

Now!

You want to explain yourself?

We'll get you another picture.

I don't want another picture. I want this one.

I told you not to go in there.

It's my room!