[title: "Flattery"; Sheldon is in Linkletter's office again]
Sheldon: You know what?
Dr. Linkletter: What?
Sheldon: I was just admiring your posture. You're not all hunched over like most people your age.
[Dr. Linkletter points to the door for Sheldon to leave]

Sheldon: How may I assist you today?
Dr. Linkletter: Follow me.
Sheldon: Should I look over your notes? Would you like me to double-check your math?
Dr. Linkletter: See these bolts? Scrub the grease off.
Sheldon: But there's hundreds of them.
Dr. Linkletter: Yes. That's where you come in.
Sheldon: Surely there's a better use of my intellect.
Dr. Linkletter: Son, we're building a solar neutrino detector. If you don't want the job, there's the door.
Sheldon: No, I want it.
Dr. Linkletter: Good man.
Sheldon: [sighs] Although that door does look tempting.

Sheldon: Here you go. 473 grease-free bolts.
Dr. Linkletter: Excellent.
Sheldon: Now what? How about I help you design an even better solar neutrino detector?
Dr. Linkletter: Actually, what I need you to do is... take this grease and put it on these bolts.
Sheldon: But I just took the grease off the bolts.
Dr. Linkletter: That was the wrong grease. This is the right grease. Have at it.
Sheldon: If this is some kind of test to get me to quit, it's not going to work.
Dr. Linkletter: I don't know what you were expecting, but this is a menial job. After this, I need you to sort a crate of resistors, strip a case of wire and then sweep up.
Sheldon: Oh. Then I quit.

George: What do you mean you quit?
Sheldon: It was beneath me.
George: You need to learn there's nothing wrong with a little hard work.
Sheldon: Hard work is calculating neutrino properties to one percent accuracy. Anyone can wash bolts.
George: You begged him for that job.
Sheldon: I assumed he'd realize the value of my intellect and put it to good use.
George: Hang on. You made a commitment. When you say you're gonna do something, you do it.
Sheldon: Well, he could find someone else.
George: Doesn't matter. This is about you being a man of your word.
Adult Sheldon: I wanted to point out that I couldn't be a man of my word, since I hadn't hit puberty, but he seemed pretty grouchy.

Georgie: You know how you love those Richard Simmons tapes?
Meemaw: Yeah.
Mr. Lundy: Well, what if I told you we have the next big thing in home fitness videos.
Meemaw: Mm. And what kind of thing would that be?
Mr. Lundy: "Cowboy aerobics". Yee-haw. It's like, um, Sweatin' to the Oldies with a little bit of Southern swagger. [imitates gunshots]
Georgie: Cool, huh?
Meemaw: So, are y'all just trying to sell me an aerobics tape?
Mr. Lundy: No. No, not at all.
Georgie: We want you to give us money to make them.
Mr. Lundy: "Invest". He... he means invest.

Meemaw: And who would be, uh, starring in this video?
Georgie: Me.
Meemaw: [laughs] That's ridiculous. [chuckles]
Georgie: And Richard Simmons ain't ridiculous?
Mr. Lundy: Well, now, the young man does have a point.
Meemaw: Yeah, maybe on his head. Look, you're not getting my money.

Mr. Lundy: Well, you are passing a-a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Georgie: And how much lifetime do you have left?
Mr. Lundy: That's not helping.
Meemaw: No.
Mr. Lundy: All right, fair enough. Thank you for hearing us out. If you have a change of heart, you let us know.
Georgie: Screw that. My whole life I've seen you bet on football games, throw away all kinds of money at the track. If you want to gamble on something, why can't it be on your own grandson?
Meemaw: How much money you need?
Mr. Lundy: Well, now, um... how much money did you bet on football last year?
Meemaw: [chuckles] Well, you're not getting that much.

Adult Sheldon: The next day, Dr. Linkletter ran his experiment. I'm proud to say I never broke my word, and he eventually figured out the problem. [flames wooshing]
Dr. Linkletter: Fire! Fire! Fire! Was it too much oxygen in the reagents?
Sheldon: See? You didn't need my help after all.

Dr. Linkletter: Hello?
Sheldon: Dr. Linkletter? [Dr. Linkletter sighs] Sheldon Cooper. I'm calling to apologize. I shouldn't have quit. I made a commitment, and I need to see it through.
Dr. Linkletter: I appreciate that, but there's no need.
Sheldon: There is. It's important to me, as well as my father.
Dr. Linkletter: Fine.
Sheldon: Excellent. Don't worry, I won't overstep my bounds. I give you my word as a Texan.
Dr. Linkletter: Great.
Sheldon: And a man.
Dr. Linkletter: Very good.
Sheldon: Well, a future man. At present, my hormones and body hair aren't exactly what you'd call...
Dr. Linkletter: Good night. [hangs up]

Georgie: So, I could really use your help making it look more professional.
Georgie: [on tape] That's burn right there. [grunts]
Georgie: Like, adding a little, you know...
Mr. Lundy: I think the word you're looking for is "pizazz".
Georgie: Exactly. So, you'll do it?
Mr. Lundy: Well, I'm flattered that you would ask, but exercise videos... That's not really what I do.
Georgie: But I've seen you on TV.
Mr. Lundy: [in mattress commercial] I'm soft and firm in all the right places.
Georgie: You've been in plays.
Mr. Lundy: [as Annie] It's all right, Molly. Annie's here.
Mr. Lundy: Don't forget my modeling work.
[shot of Mr. Lundy in an advertisement for "Casa del Queso", home of the big burrito restaurant]
Mr. Lundy: But I have a reputation. When people hear the name Gene Lundy, they expect quality. They expect showmanship. [chuckles] They expect me to get paid.
Georgie: Oh, I'm gonna pay you.
Mr. Lundy: Let's make an exercise video!

Mr. Lundy: Now, I like the idea of an exercise video. I'm just not sure that weight lifting is the way to go.
Georgie: Why not?
Mr. Lundy: It's low-energy. You know? We don't want a one-man show. We want Starlight Express.
Georgie: I don't know what that is.
Mr. Lundy: You'd love it. Andrew Lloyd Webber, people on roller skates. That's a thought. Skater-cise. Do you... do you skate?
Georgie: No.
Mr. Lundy: Too bad.

Georgie: You sure I can't just lift weights?
Mr. Lundy: Aerobics is the way to go. It's got music. It's got energy. [snaps fingers] It's got what?
Georgie: Pizazz?
Mr. Lundy: Bingo! Now, hear me out. We surround you with a bunch of dancing girls. No, even better. The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders.
Georgie: If that's what "pizazz" means, I like it.
Mr. Lundy: [chuckles] Of course, to do this right, we are gonna need some financing. What does your father do for a living?
Georgie: He's a coach here at the school.
Mr. Lundy: Oof.
Georgie: I know somebody who's got money.

Meemaw: What do you two want?
Mr. Lundy: What we want is to make you rich.
Meemaw: Oh, God.

Adult Sheldon: The next day I returned to my role as lab assistant with renewed vigor. Bolts were greased, wires were stripped, floors were swept, all with a smile. It was a forced smile but you'd never know.
Dr. Linkletter: I must say, Sheldon, I'm impressed.
Sheldon: I gave you my word and I'm standing by it.
Dr. Linkletter: Well, I know it's not glamorous, but all scientists pay their dues.
Sheldon: And I'm happy to do it.
Dr. Linkletter: Good man.
Sheldon: I understand my role here. In fact, I noticed a flaw in your reaction rates, but I kept it to myself because I know my place.
Dr. Linkletter: You really think there's a flaw?
Sheldon: Oh, yes.
Dr. Linkletter: What is it?
Sheldon: I appreciate you testing me, but I'm not going to crack.
Dr. Linkletter: I'm not testing you.
Sheldon: Nice try.

Georgie: So, when are we gonna shoot this thing?
Mr. Lundy: Slow down, now. We've got to plan out. You know, costumes, choreography, music. Let's start with the set. Now, I was thinking... an Oklahoma theme. Hay bales, saloon door, maybe a surrey with a fringe on top.
Georgie: A what with a what?
Mr. Lundy: Oh, you know. [sings] ♪ Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry ♪ ♪ When I take you out in my surrey ♪ ♪ When I take you out ♪ ♪ In my surrey with the fringe... ♪ [talks] Okay, forget Oklahoma.
Georgie: Done.