Tam: I don't understand why it didn't launch.
Sheldon: Me, neither. Evil Nazi scientists did it 50 years ago. How hard could it be?

Missy: Can I eat in front of the TV?
Mary: No, you can eat in front of Sheldon's friend.
Missy: Aw, fudge.
Mary: I know what "fudge" means, and you are right on the edge, young lady.

Adult Sheldon: My mother never understood that I actually enjoyed being alone. Solitude allowed me to think about important things, like the effect of gravitational forces as you approach an event horizon, as opposed to less important things, like how many grapes my brother can fit in his mouth.

Sheldon: Hello, gentlemen. Did you watch any sports programs over the weekend? That's what I like about Or perhaps did some kissing with girls? Can you hear me?

Sheldon: That's brilliant. Mm. Now, how is it that you can't count?

Mary: But if the book's not working-
Sheldon: It isn't. But I realized if I find the other people who checked out the book, they'd be looking for friends, too.
Mary: That's really smart.
Sheldon: Missy thought of it.
Mary: You're kidding.
Sheldon: I'm as surprised as you are.

Mary: So, Tam, tell us about your family. What brings y'all to Texas?
Tam: Well, after the American War-
George: You mean the Vietnam War.
Tam: We call it the American War.
George: Hmm.
Tam: Anyway, after the war, my father was sent to a reeducation camp because he fought on the wrong side.
George: You mean our side.
Tam: I was trying to be nice.

Tam: Finally, we were allowed to come to United States and start over in Galveston. My father saved money and bought his own shrimp boat.
Mary: There's a happy ending. Huh? See, kids? When the going gets tough, America provides.
Tam: It did. Until the Ku Klux Klan burned our boat and chased us away.
George: You gonna put a good spin on that one?

Mary: Look at him. Breaks my heart.
George: Poor little guy, all alone.
Mary: I don't see why - his brother can't sit with him.
George: Come on, Mary. When you were in high school, would you have lunch with a nine-year-old?
Mary: Yes, I would've.
George: Well, there's something wrong with you.

Mary: Something wrong?
Missy: How come math is easy for Sheldon and hard for me?
Mary: I don't know, honey, but you have your own gifts.
Missy: Like what?
Mary: Well, like you have very pretty hair.
Missy: True.

Sheldon: Hello, Billy Sparks.
Billy Sparks: Hey, Sheldon.
Sheldon: I am genuinely interested in you and would like to encourage you to talk about yourself. Billy Sparks.
Billy Sparks: Thank you. [long silence]
Sheldon: You have the floor.
Billy Sparks: Thank you.
Adult Sheldon: Looking back, I would've had better luck making friends with the chickens.

Mary: So your father tells me you've been reading a new book?
Sheldon: I am. It's about how to make friends.
Mary: Is that something you're interested in?
Sheldon: Not really, but Missy told me it makes you sad that I don't have any.
Mary: Oh. I got to sew that girl's mouth shut.

Sheldon: Excuse me, Ms. Ingram?
Ms. Ingram: Sheldon, it's recess. Go outside, see what it's like.

Adult Sheldon: The list proved to be a double-edged sword. It turns out self-help books written in 1936 were only of interest to adults. Emotionally troubled adults.

Mr. Givens: Everybody told me, "Hubert, don't date someone from work." But did I listen? No. Let me tell you something. She likes to say I stole her innocence? Well, what about my innocence? I was never the same after we broke up.