George: What about Mary? Ain't she at the bowling alley?
Brenda Sparks: No. Sh- She went out to lunch.
Sheldon: And speaking of lunch, we should get to my launch.
George: Sheldon, my granddaughter's about to be born. I-I'm not going anywhere.
Sheldon: Oh, I'm sure Georgie will get more women pregnant. You'll have another chance.
George: Walk away.

Sheldon: Last chance. Who wants to witness science history? [everyone is silent] Don't be shy, folks.

Sheldon: What are you doing out here?
Georgie: I heard Mandy was having the baby.
Sheldon: Yes, but that happens inside.
Georgie: I know.
Sheldon: Aren't you going in?
Georgie: I can't.
Sheldon: Oh, these doors are automated. You just walk towards them and they open.
Georgie: I can't be a dad. I couldn't even install a car seat.
Sheldon: Great. You can drive me to my launch party.

Sheldon: Thank you for doing this.
Georgie: Mm-hmm.
Sheldon: You know, you wait and you wait and you wait, and you think the day's never gonna come, and then pow, it's here.
Georgie: I know.
Sheldon: Everyone thought I was too young, that I wouldn't see it through, but here I am. To think I almost missed it. I would have regretted that for the rest of my life. [Georgie turns the car around] Why are we turning around?

Mary: I'm gonna stay at my mom's house tonight.
George: Fine by me.
Sheldon: [enters] I just talked to Dr. Sturgis. We didn't get a single subscriber. My database is a complete failure. [Mary averts her watery eyes. George is looking down at the floor.] I know, I'm upset, too.

Sheldon: Careful, loud music is a sign of teen angst.
George: I'm aware.

Dr. John Sturgis: Well, good morning, Sheldon.
Sheldon: What's good about it? I'm a laughingstock.
Dr. John Sturgis: I don't think anybody cares.
Sheldon: But my database failed.
Dr. John Sturgis: Failure only means something if you quit.
Sheldon: Well, get ready for some meaning. I quit.

Sheldon: Would you teach me how to throw a football?
George: What? What? Why?
Sheldon: I'm trying to get more comfortable with failure.
George: What makes you think you're gonna fail?
Sheldon: The word "ball".
George: Well, I got to warn you, learning to throw isn't something you get right on the first try. It... It takes practice.
Sheldon: And does this practice involve setbacks and frustration?
George: Yeah.
Sheldon: Perfect.

George: Now, you'll notice that the shape of this thing is more like a missile, right, than it is your typical bouncy ball.
Sheldon: The term you're looking for is "prolate spheroid".
George: Wasn't looking for it, but thank you. Now, what do you think is the most efficient way to get this thing to fly?
Sheldon: Gyroscopic torque. [off George's confusion] Spiral.
George: Bingo. [chuckles] All right, now get your fingers on the laces here.
Sheldon: Why is the surface all bumpy?
George: Used to be made out of pig bladder. [Sheldon puts the ball down] Well... not anymore. It's... Helps with the grip.

George: Okay? Now, fingers back on it, and get your thumb wrapped around... There you go. All right, bring your other hand up. That helps keep her steady. Bring the ball back to your ear. And when you're ready to throw, bring your arm down like a tomahawk. [exhales] Get that ball spinning. [exhales] All right? [exhales]
Sheldon: And am I correct in assuming that more revolutions will create a parabolic arc that resists external forces?
George: Sure. All right, whenever you're ready, let's see if you can reach me.
Sheldon: Let the setbacks and frustration begin.
[George is thrust back slightly as he catches the ball Sheldon powerfully threw straight at him]
George: Good Lord. That was incredible.
Sheldon: Yeah, I saw it. [walks off]
George: Where you going?
Sheldon: To hit the showers. Apparently I'm a jock now.

Dr. Linkletter: Is this about your database?
Sheldon: Yes.
Dr. Linkletter: You know, I was also working on a database that I thought would be more successful than yours.
Sheldon: [chuckles] Sarcasm?
Dr. Linkletter: No.
Sheldon: Oh, darn it. Wait, was the "no" sarcasm?
Dr. Linkletter: No.
Sheldon: Are you sure?
Dr. Linkletter: Yes.
Sheldon: Ugh, I'll never be comfortable with failure.

Dr. Linkletter: My point is, I was experiencing something similar, and there's no shortcut through grief.
Sheldon: Those are wise words.
Dr. Linkletter: Thank you.
Sheldon: It was smart I came to you. You're clearly an expert on humiliation and defeat.
Dr. Linkletter: Sarcasm?
Sheldon: No.
Dr. Linkletter: Leave.
Sheldon: Sarcasm?
Dr. Linkletter: No.
Sheldon: Bye.

Mary: Hi, Shelly. How you doing, baby?
Sheldon: I'm all right, although the dishwasher looks like it was loaded by Gustaf Dalén. [off Mary's confusion] He won a Nobel Prize in physics. And was blind.

Officer Rodriguez: When was the last time you saw your daughter?
George: Uh, well... Hard to say. We just... Lot going on.
Sheldon: Well, at 6:15 she made a plate of food and took it to her room, which I said, "is how you attract ants," and she said to mind my own business, and I said it is my business because her bedroom shares a wall with mine...
Officer Rodriguez: 6:15, got it. No one saw her after that?
Sheldon: Well, at 7:22, she had to use the restroom, but she had to wait because my dad was in there. Probably due to all the beers.
George: Thank you.
Sheldon: Happy to help. And then at 7:45, she tried the bathroom again, and luckily, by then my father had...
George: Sheldon, when was the last time you saw her?
Sheldon: Well, at 9:15 I brought her a can of Raid for the ants, and she told me to go to hell, which is rude. And then at 11:06 I tried to communicate with her via walkie-talkie to no response.

Sheldon: Well, based on the time they've been gone and the average speed limit, I've calculated that this circle is the maximum distance they could have traveled.
Georgie: And what are the pins?
Sheldon: I'm glad you asked. To help narrow down the search, I've identified points of interest to teenage girls. The big four... malls, beauty salons, horse stables and roller rinks.
Georgie: And what are the blue pins?
Sheldon: Those are places that I'm interested in that we can swing by after we find them. For example, Peaster, Texas...
Georgie: No one cares.
Sheldon: Peaster, Texas... Birthplace of Robert E. Howard, regarded to be the father of the sword and sorcery subgenre.
Mary: Sheldon, this isn't about you.
Meemaw: But it's a good start. Why don't you go narrow that down even more?
Sheldon: I'll check in Missy's room for clues. If she took her roller skates, this case is closed.