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.

George: [laughs] Oh. We forgot to pick you up one time. Cut the drama.
Missy: One time? You've been forgetting me my entire life. Everything is Sheldon, and now Georgie has a baby, and you two are fighting. [scoffs] Might as well be invisible.
Mary: Not today you're not.
[George chuckles and then turns the radio on. It plays "We are Family" by Sister Sledge. George quickly turns the radio back off.]
George: Not an appropriate song for this moment.

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.

Georgie: I'll let you sleep. I'm gonna go check on CeeCee.
Mandy: Thank you. [Georgie looks back at Mandy and smiles] What are you smiling at?
Georgie: Just thinking. We might've conceived CeeCee in this very garage.
Mandy: Okay, you're gross. Leave now.

Georgie: How's she doing?
Mandy: She's fine. She's quiet.
Georgie: She's breathing, right?
Mandy: Yes. Hold on. Yes. Mind slowing down?
Georgie: I'm going 15.
Mandy: And I said slow down.
Georgie: You got it. Baby check.
Mandy: Still breathing.

George: You're up early.
Missy: Gave myself extra time in case I had to walk again.
George: I'm taking you to school. Lots of kids walk, by the way.
Missy: Like Billy? His mom didn't show up either. It was sad, but I can laugh about it now.
George: Enough.

Missy: So, is Mom coming home tonight?
George: I don't know.
Missy: What's really going on with you two? 'Cause Billy said you and Brenda...
George: Drop it.
Missy: Fine. Well, since Mom's not here, I made your lunch.
George: That was nice. "Try not forgetting your daughter today. XO, Missy".
Missy: That's my name, in case you forgot.

Georgie: [CeeCee cries] Maybe it's gas. Did you burp her?
Mandy: What do you think I was doing when I was patting her on the back?
Georgie: Did you pat firmly? The book says "pat firmly".
Mandy: It was firm, Georgie.
Georgie: Maybe you need to be burped.
Mandy: Okay, you're such an expert, why don't you try?
Georgie: All right. I was a baby more recently than you were. It's okay, CeeCee, Daddy's here. Shh... [crying continues]
Mandy: Good job.
Georgie: Well, I just met her yesterday, give me a minute.

Mary: I remember those days.
Meemaw: Me, too. Boy, were you a crier.
Mary: Sorry.
Meemaw: Too little, too late.

Mandy: Oh, you got her to quiet down. How'd you do that?
Mary: Nana magic.
Mandy: [sighs] Okay, well, I'm gonna get some sleep, and I may never come back.

Missy: Sorry I wasn't there when she was born.
Mandy: Oh, you weren't?
Missy: No, they forgot me at school. I had to walk home.
Mandy: Ooh... [sniffs] Oops.
Missy: Then my dad got mad at me, like I was the one who did something wrong.
Mandy: Uh-huh. How is it that color? She only eats milk.
Missy: And Mom hasn't been home, and I know something's going on, but no one will tell me anything.
Mandy: Uh, can you hand me the powder?
Missy: Do you know what's going on with them?
Mandy: Huh?
Missy: With my mom and dad.
Mandy: [sighs] Missy, it feels like someone just drove a truck through my body, I haven't slept in days. I cannot help you right now.
Missy: [emotional] Sorry.

George: Son of a bitch.
Sheldon: Pigs in a blanket?
George: Yeah.
Sheldon: They're burnt.
George: Yeah.
Sheldon: Mom doesn't cook them that long.
George: Thank you.