Nurse Robinson: What?
Sheldon: Do you know where my mother is?
Nurse Robinson: I think she went down to the cafeteria. What do you need?
Sheldon: I can't sleep.
Nurse Robinson: Did you try counting sheep?
Sheldon: Oh, no, I'm afraid of farm animals.
Nurse Robinson: Of course you are.

Missy: So Sheldon comes home tomorrow?
George: Yep.
Georgie: Everybody's thinking it, so I'm gonna say it. This has been a nice break.

Adult Sheldon: Throughout my high school career, Nurse Nora and I had been through quite a few close calls.
Nora: This is just a blister.
Sheldon: Are you sure?
Nora: Sheldon, I promise you don't have leprosy.

Mary: How you feelin', baby?
Sheldon: Remember the tuna sandwich I had at the bus station?
Mary: Yeah?
Sheldon: Worse than that.

Adult Sheldon: In that moment, I was in too much pain to tell my father, "I told you so." But for years after, I reminded him constantly.

George: Okay. I got your pillow and your blanket.
Mary: Shelly, what do you say?
Sheldon: Why does it smell like Missy?

Ricky: What are you gonna do when you get home?
Sheldon: Enjoy a bathroom I can relax in. Although I do like that there's a big red emergency button in there.

Missy: I actually missed you.
Meemaw: Ain't that nice?
Sheldon: What about me did you miss?
Missy: I don't know.
Sheldon: Well, think about it and get back to me.
Georgie: Ha, he gave you homework.

Mary: Sheldon, I just got off the phone with that nurse from the hospital. Your little roommate's gonna be just fine.
Sheldon: Oh, good. That's a relief.
Mary: Would you like to go visit him?
Sheldon: No. Why?

Sheldon: Ooh, that's bright.
Nora: Proving you don't have hysterical blindness.
Sheldon: Well, can you test for just hysterical?

Nora: Oh. Looks like you bit your cheek.
Sheldon: How do you know it's not scurvy?
Nora: Because you're not a pirate.

George: You're gonna be fine. One good dump and you'll feel right as rain.
Sheldon: Can you please not call it that?
George: What, "dump"?
Sheldon: Yes.
George: You want me to say "poop"?
Sheldon: I want you to stop talking about it.
George: B.M.?
Sheldon: Dad!

Mary: Where is he?
George: He's fine. He's in the bathroom workin' it out.
Mary: Shelly, you okay in there?
Sheldon: No.
George: Give it a few more minutes. Eyes on the prize!

Sheldon: My tummy really hurts, Mom.
Mary: You do feel a bit warm. Okay, you finish up in here, get in bed, and I'll bring you some ginger ale.
Sheldon: Canada Dry?
Mary: Yes.
Sheldon: Room temperature?
Mary: Yes.
Sheldon: Mostly flat?
Mary: I'll stir the fizz out with a spoon.
Sheldon: Thanks, Mom.

George: Why don't you dote on me like that?
Mary: Because he's my baby.
George: Well, I could be your baby.
Mary: Oh, now I have a stomachache.