Young Sheldon (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 20 - A Dog, a Squirrel, and a Fish Named Fish - full transcript
A battle erupts between the Coopers and Sparks when the Sparks' new dog terrorizes Sheldon.
It was a beautiful morning
in East Texas.
The kind of morning
that made you want to get up,
get dressed and test
that acceleration
due to gravity does not depend
on an object's motion.
I love Saturdays.
The Earth causes the
same gravitational acceleration
of everything,
even a doll
and a flying Ping-Pong ball.
It's not often a man of science
gets to say "Yippee ki-yay,"
and mean it, but...
Yippee ki-yay.
Morning, Herschel.
Hey, George.
Uh, you didn't see a dog
wandering around here, did you?
No. Y'all get a dog?
Uh, sort of. We took him in
after my brother-in-law
had to go live
in a gated community.
Oh, that sounds nice;
uh, they got a no pets policy?
He's in jail, George.
Right, sure.
In physics,
nothing feels better
than predicting an outcome.
I love predictability.
predictable.
Predictable.
My brother peeing
in the shower:
repulsive, but predictable.
What isn't predictable:
dogs.
I've always been
terrified of dogs.
To me, they're nothing
but big, furry question marks.
Question marks with teeth.
In panic situations,
I'd often lose consciousness.
This time,
I only lost my voice.
Help.
Please help.
Uh, I was just admiring
Grandpa Smurf's
unique walking stick.
Smurf-a-loo-loo.
That's not my walking stick.
Lunch is ready.
Can you go get your brother?
I'm watching TV.
Just go.
I have to do
smurfing everything around here.
I heard that.
I said "smurfing."
And I heard how you said it.
She can cut her own crusts off.
Sheldon?
Who are you?
You're so cute.
Be careful.
What are you doing up there?
Staying alive.
Whose dog is this?
I don't know. Get help.
Well, how did he get
into the garage?
Please get help.
Maybe we can keep it.
I'm begging you, get help now.
First, I have
to tell you something.
What?
Lunch is ready.
Will you look at that?
What kind of dog
chews through wood?
Y'all are feeding him, right?
Maybe he's teething.
You know, when Billy was little,
he chewed right through
his playpen.
- No kidding?
- Only had three teeth.
Mostly gummed it.
So how y'all want to fix it?
Well, I figure I'll patch it,
run some chicken wire
along the bottom...
that way, he don't
chew through it again.
Hello.
- Hey.
- Hey, Billy.
Was this fence window
always here?
No, son,
that's a new fence window.
Anybody else getting dizzy?
Why didn't you
call for help?
I tried,
but no sound came out.
You poor thing.
It was very dirty up there.
Is cleaning the garage
your job or Dad's?
Don't you worry about that.
Here, have some tea.
- Chamomile?
- Yes.
One teaspoon of honey?
Yes.
An ice cube to cool it off?
I went with two today.
You've been through enough.
I prefer one ice cube.
Drink it.
It's nice when the kids
are in bed,
and we can just
hang out and relax.
I'm not even gonna
respond to that.
I finally got him asleep.
He's still pretty shook up.
Maybe having
this mutt next door
won't be so bad.
Shelly could end up
getting used to it.
That's true.
Remember when he got
all freaked out
by the fruit
at the bottom of yogurt?
Now he eats it no problem.
He still makes me stir it.
Maybe you
could start out
with a small pet,
and work your way up.
Like a turtle.
He says they carry salmonella.
A gerbil?
Apparently, they
caused the plague.
What about a bird?
Oh, I know that one.
They'll steal his hair
to make a nest.
Mom!
At least
this time, sound came out.
I call that progress.
What's going on?
Your dog got
into our house.
How the hell did he do that?
He pushed in a screen window.
You think he chewed
through the fence again?
All I know
is Sheldon's yelling at the dog,
and Mary's yelling at me.
Now I'm looking at you
in your underwear.
Damn it, Herschel,
what is going on?
Oh, hey, George.
Hey, Brenda.
Bucky got in their house.
That's funny.
It might be funny one day,
not right now.
Look, I'm real sorry, George.
I'll keep him tied up,
it won't happen again.
Y'all have a good night.
George!
You are not gonna
believe this. Look.
Their dog left a dead squirrel
in our living room.
Well, h-he is part hunting dog.
I think that means he likes you.
I'm not interested in
winning his affection.
I'm interested in keeping dogs
and rodents outside of my home.
Well,
now, hold on.
How do we know it was
Bucky that left
that squirrel
in your house?
Maybe that squirrel
was already there.
Why else would a dead squirrel
be in my living room?
I don't know what kind
of house you keep.
My house
is immaculate.
- George, tell them.
- Uh...
She does keep a nice house.
Honey, it's a pretty good chance
it was Bucky.
- Whose side are you on?
- Yours, always yours.
All right.
Everyone's upset, it's late.
Maybe we should drop
this for tonight?
That's a good idea. Okay.
You just keep your dog
away from my son.
- There you go picking it up again.
- I am sorry,
but their dog
broke into our home.
Something he
probably learned
from your brother.
How dare you.
Okay, I think that's
a good stopping point.
How do we know
that your son didn't
lure Bucky in to perform weird
science experiments on him?
My son was asleep in his bed,
and you have some nerve...
Oh, oh, oh! Oh!
Night, George!
Night!
I don't understand
why that dog
is so interested in Sheldon.
Maybe Bucky likes the way
Sheldon smells?
Your brother washes himself
three times a day.
He has no smell.
Animal control.
Oh, no, no.
No, you don't want
to go calling animal control.
- Why not?
- Because,
you have to live next door
to these people.
They called the cops on Georgie
when he played music too loud.
Maybe it was them,
maybe it was me.
Anyway, the point is,
you don't can't
go throwing
gasoline on the fire.
Well, they started this fire,
and now,
they're gonna get burned.
I believe you've had
enough coffee.
Listen, why don't you
let me talk to Brenda,
and just smooth things out?
Why do you think
she'll listen to you?
Because people like me
more than you.
People like me.
I didn't say they don't,
they just like me more.
Anyway,
I see her all the
time at bowling.
I know how to handle her.
Fine.
Thank you.
Plenty of people like me.
Hey, Brenda, how's it going?
Your daughter's a pain in
my ass, that's how it's going.
You don't beat around the bush.
I've always liked that
about you.
Connie, I've had a long night.
Unless you're looking to bowl,
I don't want to hear it.
Aw, now, come on.
Let me buy you a drink,
and we'll talk about this.
I'm more on your side
than you think.
Somehow,
- I doubt that.
- It's true.
Don't you think I realize
that Mary can be a bit...
Of a self-righteous bitch?
I was gonna say "challenging,"
but sure, let's go with yours.
It's got a nice rhythm.
Mmm.
Brenda, this is, by far,
the best bowling alley
margarita in town.
How long
you and Herschel been married?
18, 19 years?
19, but it feels like 30.
Well,
y'all are a great couple.
Eh.
I just wanted to thank you
for being so patient and kind
to my daughter and her family
since they moved in.
- It's nothing.
- No,
it needs to be said.
You know, Mary has a tough job
raising those three kids,
with one of them being,
you know, somewhat special.
- I can see that.
- Yeah.
And having a kind neighbor makes
all the difference in the world.
Well, we try.
And I know you know
how stressful it is,
seeing as how you have
your own child
who is special in his own way.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I mean, hey, I know
Billy is a terrific little boy,
but I am sure he has presented
you and Herschel
with some challenges.
If there's a weird kid
in the neighborhood,
it's your grandson.
Now, hang on, I said
"special," not "weird."
I heard you.
I said "weird."
Okay, see now, Brenda,
you don't want to go calling
my grandson weird
when I've just treated you
to a margarita grande.
Well, I'm sorry,
but you shouldn't be inferring
there's something wrong
with my Billy.
Darlin', there's no inferring.
I've seen the boy
sitting in the dirt
eating his own
belly button lint.
Really, Mom? This is how
you put out the fire?
Well, at least she got
the worst of it.
How you figure that?
I ripped a big patch of hair
out of her head.
This will be healed in a week.
She will be wearing a hat
till Labor Day.
I want to be just like you
when I grow up.
- No, you don't.
- Pick again.
Excuse me, Ms. Hutchins?
Hey, Sheldon.
Can you recommend any books
on overcoming phobias?
That's in the self-help section.
Follow me, I have read them all.
- Any phobia in particular?
- Dogs.
Ah, cynophobia.
That's a good one.
Did you know there's
over 50 million dogs
just in the United States alone?
That's 50 million
too many.
Here. I read this one to help
with my haphephobia.
Ah, fear of being touched.
I have that, too. Was it useful?
Well, when someone's
interested in touching me,
we'll find out.
The basic premise
of the book was that phobias
were overcome by taking
incremental steps
toward confronting
the phobia in question.
In my case, that started
with watching a TV show
that was adored by children
around the world,
but for me,
was the stuff of nightmares.
Scooby-Doo!
The next step
was to go face-to-face
with real dogs.
Albeit through
a plate-glass window.
Okay, that's enough.
And finally,
a close encounter
of the third kind,
physical contact with a member
of the canine species.
Hello, I'd like to speak
with the veterinarian.
Well, I was hoping
you might have one or two dogs
under anesthesia that
I might come by and pet.
Sure, I'll hold.
Who are you talking to?
The Medford Veterinary Clinic.
Why?
I'm trying to overcome
my fear of dogs
before it affects
our family any further.
Oh, honey, you don't have to
worry about how it affects us.
Meemaw got punched
in the face because of me.
No, that wasn't because of you,
and for the record,
your meemaw gets punched
in the face all the time.
Well, I still think
I need to take
some sort of positive action.
- Hello?
- Yes, hello?
Oh, that's too bad.
How about a small fluffy one
that's recently died of old age?
Enough.
Sorry.
Now, it says here
in Mark 12:31
that you should
"Love your neighbor
as yourself."
Anybody like to take a guess
what that means? Missy?
It means to be nice to
the people who live next door.
That's right.
But everybody else
can go to hell.
Okay, Missy, we don't use
that kind of language here.
And if you think about it,
in this world,
with all the ways we can travel,
everybody's your neighbor.
Yes, Sheldon.
How do we love
our neighbors
when our moms hate each other?
- Who does your mom hate?
- Your mom.
Hey, my mom hates your mom.
Small world.
Okay, let's hang on a second.
My mom also hates
their grandma.
'Cause she lost a fight to her.
Nuh-uh, she won. She said so.
All right, stop. Let's stop.
Now this might be hard
to understand,
but living a loving,
Christian life
isn't always
the easiest thing to do.
Yes, Billy.
My mom's not crazy
about you either.
Just love your neighbor, 'kay?
Now, I am more than
willing to look the other way
when my parishioners don't
get along with each other.
That sort of thing happens,
but when it becomes a problem
for the children,
then I have to intervene.
There's no
problem here,
other than these two thinking
that they're better than me.
I don't think it, I know it.
I gave your mother
a good smacking.
I can give you one, too.
That's big talk from somebody
with a comb-over.
Ladies.
Do I need to remind you
that we are Christians?
In all our behavior,
in all our actions,
we must constantly
ask ourselves the question,
"What would Jesus do?"
Can I say something?
Would Jesus say it?
Never mind.
In my life, I've often
been accused of being
a physical coward,
and for the most part,
those accusations are correct.
But there have been times
when I've shown great courage.
This was one of them.
Hello, Bucky.
Are you a good dog?
Please be a good dog.
Please.
Now oftentimes,
when we don't like someone,
what's happening is
we see something in them
that we don't like in ourselves.
What are you saying?
Really? That was
over your head?
I'm saying,
y'all might have more in common
than you think.
Well, don't say
both their kids are "special."
She does not
like that.
Okay.
Here we go.
Petting... the dog.
I'm doing it.
I'm petting a dog.
I've conquered my phobia.
You're a good boy.
Yes, you are.
I'm sorry for the unkind things
I said to you.
Me, too.
Connie?
What?
Anything you'd like to say?
Not particularly.
Mom.
Okay.
I'm sorry for the things I said,
and, you know, what happened
at the bowling alley.
As am I.
Here.
I think this came out
of your head.
He licked me! He licked me!
The dog licked
my tongue!
I can still taste it!
Call 911!
I think Jesus
might go check that out.
How's it going in there, baby?
Okay, but we're
gonna need more Listerine.
I'm proud of him for trying to
overcome that damn dog phobia.
You should tell him that.
Well, if he ever leaves
that bathroom, I will.
What I can't figure out is why
that dog is so drawn to Sheldon.
Beats me.
- You say his owner's in the slammer?
- Yeah.
Wonder what kind of fella he is.
It's a mystery.
I guess we'll
never know.
Hey, Moonpie.
I got you a little something
to help you
get over your fear of animals.
A tranquilizer gun?
A pet fish.
Why?
Well, I thought you could
start small
and then work your way up.
Look, he's
kind of cute.
He doesn't even care
that I'm here. I like him.
What are you
gonna name him?
Fish.
Fish?
I'm not ready to get attached.
Fish are kind of boring.
I know, isn't it great?
But you can't
even pet 'em.
Maybe we can.
Baby, what's wrong?
I tried to pet Fish!
Ah, he was so slimy!
Well, yeah, he's a fish.
I put my finger in the top
of the tank, then I touched him,
and he bit me!
Oh, I'm sure he didn't bite you.
I can't breathe.
His fish blood is mixing
with my human blood.
- Maybe he was just trying to give you a kiss.
- No.
He hates me. I never
want to see him again.
Oh, Sheldon,
you're being silly.
Fish like this don't bite.
Look. See?
He's harmless.
Son of a bitch!
Dad killed my fish!
George!
He'll be fine.
Just got to put him
back in the bowl.
Oh, George.
in East Texas.
The kind of morning
that made you want to get up,
get dressed and test
that acceleration
due to gravity does not depend
on an object's motion.
I love Saturdays.
The Earth causes the
same gravitational acceleration
of everything,
even a doll
and a flying Ping-Pong ball.
It's not often a man of science
gets to say "Yippee ki-yay,"
and mean it, but...
Yippee ki-yay.
Morning, Herschel.
Hey, George.
Uh, you didn't see a dog
wandering around here, did you?
No. Y'all get a dog?
Uh, sort of. We took him in
after my brother-in-law
had to go live
in a gated community.
Oh, that sounds nice;
uh, they got a no pets policy?
He's in jail, George.
Right, sure.
In physics,
nothing feels better
than predicting an outcome.
I love predictability.
predictable.
Predictable.
My brother peeing
in the shower:
repulsive, but predictable.
What isn't predictable:
dogs.
I've always been
terrified of dogs.
To me, they're nothing
but big, furry question marks.
Question marks with teeth.
In panic situations,
I'd often lose consciousness.
This time,
I only lost my voice.
Help.
Please help.
Uh, I was just admiring
Grandpa Smurf's
unique walking stick.
Smurf-a-loo-loo.
That's not my walking stick.
Lunch is ready.
Can you go get your brother?
I'm watching TV.
Just go.
I have to do
smurfing everything around here.
I heard that.
I said "smurfing."
And I heard how you said it.
She can cut her own crusts off.
Sheldon?
Who are you?
You're so cute.
Be careful.
What are you doing up there?
Staying alive.
Whose dog is this?
I don't know. Get help.
Well, how did he get
into the garage?
Please get help.
Maybe we can keep it.
I'm begging you, get help now.
First, I have
to tell you something.
What?
Lunch is ready.
Will you look at that?
What kind of dog
chews through wood?
Y'all are feeding him, right?
Maybe he's teething.
You know, when Billy was little,
he chewed right through
his playpen.
- No kidding?
- Only had three teeth.
Mostly gummed it.
So how y'all want to fix it?
Well, I figure I'll patch it,
run some chicken wire
along the bottom...
that way, he don't
chew through it again.
Hello.
- Hey.
- Hey, Billy.
Was this fence window
always here?
No, son,
that's a new fence window.
Anybody else getting dizzy?
Why didn't you
call for help?
I tried,
but no sound came out.
You poor thing.
It was very dirty up there.
Is cleaning the garage
your job or Dad's?
Don't you worry about that.
Here, have some tea.
- Chamomile?
- Yes.
One teaspoon of honey?
Yes.
An ice cube to cool it off?
I went with two today.
You've been through enough.
I prefer one ice cube.
Drink it.
It's nice when the kids
are in bed,
and we can just
hang out and relax.
I'm not even gonna
respond to that.
I finally got him asleep.
He's still pretty shook up.
Maybe having
this mutt next door
won't be so bad.
Shelly could end up
getting used to it.
That's true.
Remember when he got
all freaked out
by the fruit
at the bottom of yogurt?
Now he eats it no problem.
He still makes me stir it.
Maybe you
could start out
with a small pet,
and work your way up.
Like a turtle.
He says they carry salmonella.
A gerbil?
Apparently, they
caused the plague.
What about a bird?
Oh, I know that one.
They'll steal his hair
to make a nest.
Mom!
At least
this time, sound came out.
I call that progress.
What's going on?
Your dog got
into our house.
How the hell did he do that?
He pushed in a screen window.
You think he chewed
through the fence again?
All I know
is Sheldon's yelling at the dog,
and Mary's yelling at me.
Now I'm looking at you
in your underwear.
Damn it, Herschel,
what is going on?
Oh, hey, George.
Hey, Brenda.
Bucky got in their house.
That's funny.
It might be funny one day,
not right now.
Look, I'm real sorry, George.
I'll keep him tied up,
it won't happen again.
Y'all have a good night.
George!
You are not gonna
believe this. Look.
Their dog left a dead squirrel
in our living room.
Well, h-he is part hunting dog.
I think that means he likes you.
I'm not interested in
winning his affection.
I'm interested in keeping dogs
and rodents outside of my home.
Well,
now, hold on.
How do we know it was
Bucky that left
that squirrel
in your house?
Maybe that squirrel
was already there.
Why else would a dead squirrel
be in my living room?
I don't know what kind
of house you keep.
My house
is immaculate.
- George, tell them.
- Uh...
She does keep a nice house.
Honey, it's a pretty good chance
it was Bucky.
- Whose side are you on?
- Yours, always yours.
All right.
Everyone's upset, it's late.
Maybe we should drop
this for tonight?
That's a good idea. Okay.
You just keep your dog
away from my son.
- There you go picking it up again.
- I am sorry,
but their dog
broke into our home.
Something he
probably learned
from your brother.
How dare you.
Okay, I think that's
a good stopping point.
How do we know
that your son didn't
lure Bucky in to perform weird
science experiments on him?
My son was asleep in his bed,
and you have some nerve...
Oh, oh, oh! Oh!
Night, George!
Night!
I don't understand
why that dog
is so interested in Sheldon.
Maybe Bucky likes the way
Sheldon smells?
Your brother washes himself
three times a day.
He has no smell.
Animal control.
Oh, no, no.
No, you don't want
to go calling animal control.
- Why not?
- Because,
you have to live next door
to these people.
They called the cops on Georgie
when he played music too loud.
Maybe it was them,
maybe it was me.
Anyway, the point is,
you don't can't
go throwing
gasoline on the fire.
Well, they started this fire,
and now,
they're gonna get burned.
I believe you've had
enough coffee.
Listen, why don't you
let me talk to Brenda,
and just smooth things out?
Why do you think
she'll listen to you?
Because people like me
more than you.
People like me.
I didn't say they don't,
they just like me more.
Anyway,
I see her all the
time at bowling.
I know how to handle her.
Fine.
Thank you.
Plenty of people like me.
Hey, Brenda, how's it going?
Your daughter's a pain in
my ass, that's how it's going.
You don't beat around the bush.
I've always liked that
about you.
Connie, I've had a long night.
Unless you're looking to bowl,
I don't want to hear it.
Aw, now, come on.
Let me buy you a drink,
and we'll talk about this.
I'm more on your side
than you think.
Somehow,
- I doubt that.
- It's true.
Don't you think I realize
that Mary can be a bit...
Of a self-righteous bitch?
I was gonna say "challenging,"
but sure, let's go with yours.
It's got a nice rhythm.
Mmm.
Brenda, this is, by far,
the best bowling alley
margarita in town.
How long
you and Herschel been married?
18, 19 years?
19, but it feels like 30.
Well,
y'all are a great couple.
Eh.
I just wanted to thank you
for being so patient and kind
to my daughter and her family
since they moved in.
- It's nothing.
- No,
it needs to be said.
You know, Mary has a tough job
raising those three kids,
with one of them being,
you know, somewhat special.
- I can see that.
- Yeah.
And having a kind neighbor makes
all the difference in the world.
Well, we try.
And I know you know
how stressful it is,
seeing as how you have
your own child
who is special in his own way.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I mean, hey, I know
Billy is a terrific little boy,
but I am sure he has presented
you and Herschel
with some challenges.
If there's a weird kid
in the neighborhood,
it's your grandson.
Now, hang on, I said
"special," not "weird."
I heard you.
I said "weird."
Okay, see now, Brenda,
you don't want to go calling
my grandson weird
when I've just treated you
to a margarita grande.
Well, I'm sorry,
but you shouldn't be inferring
there's something wrong
with my Billy.
Darlin', there's no inferring.
I've seen the boy
sitting in the dirt
eating his own
belly button lint.
Really, Mom? This is how
you put out the fire?
Well, at least she got
the worst of it.
How you figure that?
I ripped a big patch of hair
out of her head.
This will be healed in a week.
She will be wearing a hat
till Labor Day.
I want to be just like you
when I grow up.
- No, you don't.
- Pick again.
Excuse me, Ms. Hutchins?
Hey, Sheldon.
Can you recommend any books
on overcoming phobias?
That's in the self-help section.
Follow me, I have read them all.
- Any phobia in particular?
- Dogs.
Ah, cynophobia.
That's a good one.
Did you know there's
over 50 million dogs
just in the United States alone?
That's 50 million
too many.
Here. I read this one to help
with my haphephobia.
Ah, fear of being touched.
I have that, too. Was it useful?
Well, when someone's
interested in touching me,
we'll find out.
The basic premise
of the book was that phobias
were overcome by taking
incremental steps
toward confronting
the phobia in question.
In my case, that started
with watching a TV show
that was adored by children
around the world,
but for me,
was the stuff of nightmares.
Scooby-Doo!
The next step
was to go face-to-face
with real dogs.
Albeit through
a plate-glass window.
Okay, that's enough.
And finally,
a close encounter
of the third kind,
physical contact with a member
of the canine species.
Hello, I'd like to speak
with the veterinarian.
Well, I was hoping
you might have one or two dogs
under anesthesia that
I might come by and pet.
Sure, I'll hold.
Who are you talking to?
The Medford Veterinary Clinic.
Why?
I'm trying to overcome
my fear of dogs
before it affects
our family any further.
Oh, honey, you don't have to
worry about how it affects us.
Meemaw got punched
in the face because of me.
No, that wasn't because of you,
and for the record,
your meemaw gets punched
in the face all the time.
Well, I still think
I need to take
some sort of positive action.
- Hello?
- Yes, hello?
Oh, that's too bad.
How about a small fluffy one
that's recently died of old age?
Enough.
Sorry.
Now, it says here
in Mark 12:31
that you should
"Love your neighbor
as yourself."
Anybody like to take a guess
what that means? Missy?
It means to be nice to
the people who live next door.
That's right.
But everybody else
can go to hell.
Okay, Missy, we don't use
that kind of language here.
And if you think about it,
in this world,
with all the ways we can travel,
everybody's your neighbor.
Yes, Sheldon.
How do we love
our neighbors
when our moms hate each other?
- Who does your mom hate?
- Your mom.
Hey, my mom hates your mom.
Small world.
Okay, let's hang on a second.
My mom also hates
their grandma.
'Cause she lost a fight to her.
Nuh-uh, she won. She said so.
All right, stop. Let's stop.
Now this might be hard
to understand,
but living a loving,
Christian life
isn't always
the easiest thing to do.
Yes, Billy.
My mom's not crazy
about you either.
Just love your neighbor, 'kay?
Now, I am more than
willing to look the other way
when my parishioners don't
get along with each other.
That sort of thing happens,
but when it becomes a problem
for the children,
then I have to intervene.
There's no
problem here,
other than these two thinking
that they're better than me.
I don't think it, I know it.
I gave your mother
a good smacking.
I can give you one, too.
That's big talk from somebody
with a comb-over.
Ladies.
Do I need to remind you
that we are Christians?
In all our behavior,
in all our actions,
we must constantly
ask ourselves the question,
"What would Jesus do?"
Can I say something?
Would Jesus say it?
Never mind.
In my life, I've often
been accused of being
a physical coward,
and for the most part,
those accusations are correct.
But there have been times
when I've shown great courage.
This was one of them.
Hello, Bucky.
Are you a good dog?
Please be a good dog.
Please.
Now oftentimes,
when we don't like someone,
what's happening is
we see something in them
that we don't like in ourselves.
What are you saying?
Really? That was
over your head?
I'm saying,
y'all might have more in common
than you think.
Well, don't say
both their kids are "special."
She does not
like that.
Okay.
Here we go.
Petting... the dog.
I'm doing it.
I'm petting a dog.
I've conquered my phobia.
You're a good boy.
Yes, you are.
I'm sorry for the unkind things
I said to you.
Me, too.
Connie?
What?
Anything you'd like to say?
Not particularly.
Mom.
Okay.
I'm sorry for the things I said,
and, you know, what happened
at the bowling alley.
As am I.
Here.
I think this came out
of your head.
He licked me! He licked me!
The dog licked
my tongue!
I can still taste it!
Call 911!
I think Jesus
might go check that out.
How's it going in there, baby?
Okay, but we're
gonna need more Listerine.
I'm proud of him for trying to
overcome that damn dog phobia.
You should tell him that.
Well, if he ever leaves
that bathroom, I will.
What I can't figure out is why
that dog is so drawn to Sheldon.
Beats me.
- You say his owner's in the slammer?
- Yeah.
Wonder what kind of fella he is.
It's a mystery.
I guess we'll
never know.
Hey, Moonpie.
I got you a little something
to help you
get over your fear of animals.
A tranquilizer gun?
A pet fish.
Why?
Well, I thought you could
start small
and then work your way up.
Look, he's
kind of cute.
He doesn't even care
that I'm here. I like him.
What are you
gonna name him?
Fish.
Fish?
I'm not ready to get attached.
Fish are kind of boring.
I know, isn't it great?
But you can't
even pet 'em.
Maybe we can.
Baby, what's wrong?
I tried to pet Fish!
Ah, he was so slimy!
Well, yeah, he's a fish.
I put my finger in the top
of the tank, then I touched him,
and he bit me!
Oh, I'm sure he didn't bite you.
I can't breathe.
His fish blood is mixing
with my human blood.
- Maybe he was just trying to give you a kiss.
- No.
He hates me. I never
want to see him again.
Oh, Sheldon,
you're being silly.
Fish like this don't bite.
Look. See?
He's harmless.
Son of a bitch!
Dad killed my fish!
George!
He'll be fine.
Just got to put him
back in the bowl.
Oh, George.