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I'd like to tell you a story
about a time I was right.
Now, I'm sure you're thinking,
"But, Sheldon, you're never wrong."
And you'd be right.
But it's worth taking a closer look
at this particular incident.
Because it began with a loaf of bread,
and ended with me and my family
almost being kicked out of the United States of America.
Uh-oh.
What's the matter?
Something's wrong with my sandwich.
Did it go bad?
No. It just tastes... different.
If you don't want it, I'll trade you for my dumplings.
I'm already unhappy.
Do you really think dumplings will fix the problem?
It'll fix my problem. I'm sick of dumplings.
Mary Cooper, how may I bless you?
Hello, Mom?
Sheldon? Everything okay?
- No. - What's wrong?
- What happened? - My sandwich tastes different.
You know you're not supposed to call
unless it's an emergency.
I'm well aware. So what did you change?
I didn't change anything.
Same bread, same peanut butter, same jelly.
Did you use one knife for the PB and the J?
- No. - Are you sure?
That was one time two years ago,
and all the other knives were dirty.
It was 14 months and 11 days ago.
When we made the big switch from Wonder Bread.
Oh, how could I forget?
Sheldon, I didn't change anything.
Can I get back to work now?
I suppose so.
Thank you. Bye.
Don't I get an "I love you"?
I love you.
One more time, with a little more energy.
Must've been disconnected.
Well, my mother didn't do anything differently.
Are you gonna eat it?
Better. I'm going to do science on it.
I would eat it.
Are the goggles necessary?
No, but they really set the mood.
Okay, subject "A," jelly.
That's definitely strawberry and definitely Smuckers.
Subject "B."
That's Jif all right. Creamy and delicious.
It must be the bread.
Hold on. This is a scientific experiment.
We can't make assumptions.
Subject "C."
It's the bread.
Episode Title : "A Loaf of Bread and a Grand Old Flag "
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Welcome to the family, Hacksaw.
Hey.
Oh. Hey, Georgie.
You okay?
Mm-hmm.
You sure?
Not really.
Um... Dustin broke up with me.
What?
He said I was immature.
Is he crazy?
Everything about you screams womanhood.
See?
Happy Hearth Home Bakeries, just like always.
Well, something is rotten
- in the state of Denmark. - What?
- That's Shakespeare, Mom. - Great.
Missy, did your sandwich taste different today?
Couldn't tell you. I traded it for a Ding Dong.
Your sandwich is exactly the same, Sheldon.
What's going on?
This bread is different.
Let me see.
You know, he might be right.
Ow.
Shelly, it's probably just your taste buds
changing as you get older.
But I don't like change.
Then you're gonna hate puberty.
Got me with your ring.
She wasn't wrong.
Studies do support that your sense of taste
changes over time.
So the bread's the same and you're different?
Apparently so.
Nope, it's the bread.
Hey.
Hi.
I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat
at the Waffle House?
Not like a date.
But as someone who recently had his heart broke,
I think I could help.
Who broke your heart?
I love you.
Ooh!
You did.
Oh. Yeah.
I'm just saying,
I know what you're going through.
So if you need a friend with a pocket full of waffle money...
Look at these prices.
No wonder supermarkets are running my parents
out of business.
Your parents own a convenience store.
They charge extra for the convenience.
How is this not convenient?
Excuse me, sir.
Has anything changed with the bread
from the Happy Hearth Home Bakeries?
I have no idea.
How can you not know? You work here.
What do you want from me?
I get $3.35 an hour to stock shelves.
Are you kidding?
My father pays me five dollars a week.
I bet they're violating child labor laws.
Look. This loaf says.
"A subsidiary of the Domestic Food Corporation."
This older loaf doesn't.
I wonder if I can take my parents to court?
It smells like my bread.
Or I could start a labor union with my sisters.
This is it! This is my bread!
We could go on strike.
Bring them to their knees.
Vindication!
Happy Hearth Home Bakeries,
this is Pete. How can I help you?
Hello, Pete. My name is Sheldon Cooper,
and I would like to know what changed
in your white sandwich loaf to make it taste different?
Sheldon, hang up the phone. It's dinner time.
Be right there, Mom. I'm doing battle with corporate America.
I'm sorry, Pete. You were saying?
Any chance your bread was past the expiration date?
No, it was brand-new. But I did a taste comparison
after it was bought out by the Domestic Food Corporation,
and they are definitely not the same.
Well, I can assure you that, "the recent acquisition"
by the Domestic Food Corporation has not affected
the quality of our products in any way.
Every single bread, baked good, and pastry
"is made with love. From our hearth to your home."
Then why does it taste different, Pete? Why?
Well, because now we make everything
really cheap and fast. Bye.
I thought Dustin was different.
I thought he wanted to live a Christian life like me.
But... all he wanted is what every guy wants.
Guys.
Oh, please, you're all the same.
Hey. You rejected me, you punched me in the face,
and I'm still here.
Happy eating waffles with you.
Georgie, do you really think you're capable
of just being my friend?
That's a good question.
My brain says yes.
What about the rest of you?
Honestly, I wouldn't trust it.
Excuse me. Would you like to sign my petition
against Happy Hearth Home Bakeries?
Maybe on the way out.
Excuse me. Would you like to sign my petition
against Happy Hearth Home Bakeries?
Oh. Maybe on the way out.
I hate to say it.
But everybody's way out
is at the other set of doors.
I have noticed. Why do you think that is?
Cowards. The whole bunch of 'em.
Mr. Givens!
Hello, Sheldon.
Meemaw, this is my science teacher, Mr. Givens.
- Nice to meet ya. - Hi.
This is strange, I never think of you
as existing outside of school.
Well, it turns out I do.
And you're here buying food.
I am.
Fascinating.
All right.
- Well, I'll see you on Monday. - Wait.
Would you like to sign my petition
against Happy Hearth Home Bakeries?
Well, what have they done?
They're making their bread faster and cheaper
to save money.
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