Mary: Maybe while you eat we could chat a little.
Mr. Gilford: I'm old, I'm alone, I'm gonna die soon. There, we've chatted.

Mary: If you're not in the mood for conversation, maybe there's something else I could do for you.
Mr. Gilford: Haven't had a sponge bath in a while.
Mary: Does Pastor Jeff give you a sponge bath?
Mr. Gilford: Sure does.
Mary: Mr. Gilford.
Mr. Gilford: No.

Mary: Here, let me get that. And, uh, while I'm cleaning up, I could also tackle some of, um-
Mr. Gilford: Don't touch anything! I like it the way it is.
Mary: Could I at least open a window, get you some fresh air?
Mr. Gilford: It's not necessary. I've got some right here.

Adult Sheldon: Dr. Sturgis was a wise man. It was a learning opportunity. And when the day comes that I'm wrong, I fully plan to admit it.

George: I may not understand exactly what's going on with you and Dr. Sturgis, but you can't be rude to an adult.
Sheldon: What if they're wrong?
George: Doesn't matter. There are plenty of stupid people in the world, but when they're older than you, you got to show them respect.
Sheldon: I understand, sir. Thank you for your incredibly wise advice.
George: Okay.
Missy: Did you just call Dad stupid without calling him stupid?
Sheldon: Yes.

Ms. Ingram: Today we're gonna work on interior angles of a convex polygon. Georgie, where's your brother?
Georgie: I don't know, do you really want him here?
Ms. Ingram: Convex polygons are polygons...