Dr. Goetsch: Okay. Let me just start by saying you came to the right place. Sheldon and I happen to have a lot in common. I, too, was a special little boy. In the fourth grade, I was reading at a seventh grade level. And I don't have to tell you where I was by the seventh grade. [silence] Tenth.
George Sr.: I'm gonna give the beanbag a whirl.

Mary: He's nine years old and he's in high school, so you can't judge him like other kids.
Dr. Goetsch: I hear ya.
Mary: George, tell him about how he's always going on and on about subatomic particles and such.
George Sr.: Oh, he'll get to gabbin' about it.

Mary: Now, the thing you have to understand is Shelly is incredibly bright. I mean, his IQ is right up there with Albert Einstein and that English wheelchair fella.

Adult Sheldon: As fate would have it, the comic I picked up was called X-Men. Young mutants with incredible powers who were feared and misunderstood by the entire world.
Sheldon: Hey, it's about me.

Sheldon: (inspecting a comic book) 40 cents? Outrageous.

George Sr.: "Right on. Right on."

Dr. Goetsch: Welcome. You must be the Cooper family.
Mary: We are.
Dr. Goetsch: Right on, right on. This must be Sheldon. Put 'er there.
Sheldon: No, thank you.
Dr. Goetsch: Right on, right on.

Sheldon: Is this man gonna make me eat solid foods?
Mary: No, he just wants to talk to you about it.
Sheldon: Did you tell him I have a lot to accomplish in my life and cannot afford to be killed by an unchewed sausage?
Mary: Not in those exact words.

Adult Sheldon: My mother managed to locate a family psychiatrist within our price range. No one seemed to be bothered that he had a coupon in The Pennysaver.

George Sr.: If we take him to a shrink, it feels like we're admitting something's wrong with him.
Mary: He hasn't had solid food in five weeks.
Meemaw: Well, if there is something wrong with him, it ain't constipation.

Mary: Well, I don't know what else to do. I suggested that we take him to some kind of professional, but you said he'd outgrow it.
Meemaw: Well, if you're looking for a psychiatrist, I bet my new fella's related to one.

George Sr.: You're actually cutting the crust off before you blend it?
Mary: I left it on his tuna sandwich yesterday, he said he could tell. Only drank half of it.

Mary: I'm real glad you've been getting out again.
Meemaw: Me, too. We had a nice dinner, took a walk. He's a divorcee, you know.
Mary: I didn't.
Meemaw: It's not a big deal for those people. If they're not a lawyer, they're related to one.

Mary: What's he drinking?
Meemaw: Pork chop and gravy. I snuck some broccoli in there, too. Shh.

George Sr.: Oh, come on. You can't blame yourself. This isn't gonna last. Remember the time a bee got in the house and he slept under a net for a couple months?

Missy: Why does he get a pork shake?

Meemaw: How about I cut that pork chop off the bone and throw it in the blender with some gravy?
Sheldon: If it fits through a bendy straw, I'll drink it.

Mary: Sheldon Lee Cooper, if you don't finish that pork chop, I swear I will chew it up and spit it in your mouth like a mama bird.
Missy: Do it, Mom. Do it.

Adult Sheldon: My mother and father saw that I'd been traumatized and were patient and understanding about my fear of eating solid foods. This lasted one more day.

Meemaw: What's all this about choking?
George Jr.: Sheldon almost died this morning.
Meemaw: What?!
George Jr.: Oh, yeah. Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bottle.
Missy: It was great.