[flashback]
Meemaw: Open wide, Moonpie. Here comes the choo choo train. Choo choo. Mmm. Isn't that good? [CHUCKLES] That's Meemaw's famous brisket. Would you like the secret recipe? [GASPS] You promise not to tell anybody? Of course you're not gonna tell anybody. I start with a tablespoon of cumin, and then a cup of brown sugar and-
[present day]
Sheldon: I know the recipe.
Georgie: What?
Sheldon: She told it to me.
Georgie: When?
Sheldon: February 14, 1982. I was 23 months old, it was Valentine's Day, and Mom and Dad went out for dinner.

Georgie: You can really remember when you were that little?
Sheldon: Uh-huh. You were there, too. You were still struggling with potty training.
Georgie: [CHUCKLING]: I don't think so.
Sheldon: Oh, yes. Meemaw used to call you Mr. Soggy Pants.

Georgie: This is serious. Sheldon, you've got to tell Dad that recipe.
Sheldon: But Meemaw told me it was a secret.
Georgie: If you don't, and Mom and Dad get a divorce, it's your fault.
Sheldon: All right. Fine.
Missy: Good job, Soggy Pants.

Sheldon: Dad, could you please come into the living room?
George: What for?
Sheldon: My brain did something impressive and I'd like to share it with you.

George: What are you doing here?
Meemaw: Same as you. I want to see what his brain did.

Mary: How do you know the recipe, Shelly?
Sheldon: Meemaw told it to me on Valentine's Day, 1982. You were out with Dad seeing Cannonball Run at the dollar theater.

Meemaw: That's impossible, you weren't even two years old.
Sheldon: Three tablespoons of dried mustard, one cup of Lone Star beer-
Meemaw: Okay. Okay. Go ahead. Give it to your father.

Sheldon: I can write it down for you.
George: That's okay, I don't want it.
Missy: You have got to be kidding me.

George: Hey. I get it. I have a daughter. I wouldn't want her bringing home someone like that. But I've come a hell of a long way since then.
Meemaw: Okay, you're right. George, I'm sorry.
George: That means more to me than any recipe. Come here.

George: Here we go, maiden voyage. Mmm, mmm. Hot damn.

[after flashing back his parents being intimate]
George: Sheldon, want some?
Sheldon: Uh, no, thank you. I'm not hungry.

Mary: Why don't you kids go in the kitchen and fix yourselves some ice cream?
Missy: I'm not going anywhere.