Dr. Gilbert: Y'all can exhale. Surgery went great.
Mary: Thank you, Jesus.
Dr. Gilbert: Sheldon's gonna need to stay here three, four days, which is standard, but, uh, after that he's good to go home.
George: Really appreciate it, Doctor.
Mary: Oh. We can't thank you enough for takin' care of him.
Dr. Gilbert: He's extremely intelligent, isn't he?
George: Oh, yeah. He's our special little boy.

Nurse Robinson: Well, I don't know what I can do for you.
Sheldon: Do you know the "Soft Kitty" song?
Nurse Robinson: No.
Sheldon: I'll teach it to you. Get a notepad.

Ricky: How did you know something was wrong with your gallbladder?
Sheldon: It started as a minor tummyache, then escalated to a major tummyache. Luckily, I handle pain well.

George: Okay, here we go, Sheldon. One "precision astronomical refractor telescope."
Sheldon: Wow. Thanks, Dad.
Adult Sheldon: For the next few weeks, my guilt-ridden father continued to lavish me with gifts. Then the football playoffs started and that was that.

Sheldon: Time's up. What did you miss about me?

Sheldon: Hello, Nora.
Nora: Hey, there's my favorite patient! What hurts today?
Sheldon: Tummy troubles.
Nora: Oh, no. Sorry to hear it. Let me grab your file.

Coach Wilkins: Sheldon back in the nurse's office?
George: Yep.
Coach Wilkins: Let me guess. Yellow fever. Dengue fever. Cat scratch fever.
George: Cholera.
Coach Wilkins: Ooh! I was gonna say cholera.

Ms. Ingram: A quadrilateral that can be inscribed in a circle is an example of a cyclic polygon.
[Sheldon groans] Sheldon, don't argue with me, I'm looking at it right here.
Adult Sheldon: While Nurse Nora's special medicine had given me a temporary reprieve, my pain had escalated to a 4.9. Although Ms. Ingram's questionable math skills certainly weren't helping.

Missy: Hey, Mom, you know how twins can feel each other's pain?
Mary: You're going to school tomorrow.
Missy: I think she's gettin' smarter.

Missy: Well?
Meemaw: Your brother's gonna be fine, but he has to have his gallbladder removed.
Missy: How's he gonna pee?
Meemaw: Not that bladder, his gallbladder.

Georgie: What's the gallbladder do?
Meemaw: I guess not much, if they're takin' it out.
Missy: You think he'll bring it home so we can see it?
Meemaw: I'll ask.

Sheldon: Hard to port!
Meemaw: Aye aye, Captain Ahab.
Sheldon: Thar she blows! Gallbladder dead ahead!
Mary: Captain Ahab, are you hungry? Do you want a bowl of gruel?
Sheldon: Not now, Mom, I'm in pursuit of my inner demons.
George: Aye, she's a formidable organ.
Georgie: Just looks like a whale.
Missy: It's a metaphor, doofus.
All: Arrr!

George: This is ridiculous. They said an hour and a half; it's been almost two. I'm gonna go yell at somebody.
Mary: Good. Yell at everybody.

Missy: Where's your gallbladder? I want to see it.
Nurse Robinson: They throw it away, honey.
Georgie: Why?
Missy: Aww.

Sheldon: Can I go home now?
Mary: No, baby, they need to keep you here a little while, make sure you're okay.
Sheldon: Overnight?
George: Actually, a few nights.
Sheldon: No, tell them I'm going home.
Mary: Shelly, the doctors know what's best for you.
Sheldon: What's best for me is to be at home, in my own bed, with my books and my computer.
George: Well, I can bring you whatever you want. Just-just tell me.
Sheldon: I just told you: bring me home.
Meemaw: Moonpie, you're looking at this all wrong. You got your own room here, your own TV.
Sheldon: Is no one listening to me? I want to go home.
Missy: I'm listening, but I have no say in this.