Meemaw: All right, I finally got him calmed down.
Mary: How'd you manage that?
Meemaw: Easy. Gave him a hug and a little cough syrup.
Mary: Mom!
Meemaw: It's not like he's operating heavy machinery.

Meemaw: It's just a tantrum. It's what kids do.
Mary: You used to punish me all the time.
Meemaw: That was different. You were a pain in the ass.

Adult Sheldon: I've often contemplated what might have happened if my father hadn't stuck up for me that day. Would I have gone on to become a world-class theoretical physicist, or just your average Joe Sixpack theoretical physicist?

Sheldon: Dad, can we afford a computer?
George: You do my taxes. What do you think?
Sheldon: Never mind.

Meemaw: Want to try that again?
Sheldon: I need to buy a computer so I can solve the Navier-Stokes equation.
Meemaw: Uh-huh. How much is a computer?
Sheldon: Apple has a nice one for $2,000, but the kind I need costs three million.
Meemaw: Let me see what I got in the vault. Nine bucks and, uh, oh, look at that a peso.
Sheldon: It's warm.

Sheldon: Was Ms. Ingram upset I wasn't in class?
Tam: Actually, she was happy. She even did a little dance.

Sheldon: Do you know anybody with a modem? I think Radio Shack has one.
Tam: Why?
Sheldon: I need to access thrust-to-weight ratios from the FTP server at the Johnson Space Center.
Tam: Then what?
Sheldon: Then I show that guy from NASA my work and laugh as he begs for mercy.

Mary: Maybe we should take him to the doctor.
Sheldon: Listen to your wife, ulcers are serious.

Dr. Eberland: Well, I've never seen this in someone so young, but, uh, your son has an ulcer.
Sheldon: Thank you.

Georgie: I don't see why I couldn't stay home.
Mary: 'Cause we're having a fun family outin'.
Georgie: Can I at least drive?
Meemaw: She said fun, not tragic.

George: We can't keep putting up with this behavior. We need to ground him.
Mary: How? If you say "No playing outside," he says, "Thank you."

George: It's late. What are you doing up?
Sheldon: I'm working on the hyperbolic calculations for a rocket return.
George: Need any help?
Sheldon: What?
George: I'm kiddin'.

George: Go!
Sheldon: And you're surprised I have an ulcer.
George: I'm surprised I don't have one.

Dr. Eberland: Um, Radio Shack?
Mary: He's trying to figure out how to help NASA land rockets.
Dr. Eberland: Oh. Well, that's a nice thing.
George: He's just doing it out of spite.

Adult Sheldon: With my research complete and my ulcer on the mend, all that was left to do was send my work to NASA and wait to become America's scientific sweetheart.