Young Sheldon (2017–…): Season 4, Episode 18 - The Wild and Woolly World of Nonlinear Dynamics - full transcript
Missy's first heartbreak triggers a series of events that lead the Cooper family to the brink.
Classical physics can
predict a lot about the world.
For example, it can tell us what happens
when one pool ball knocks into another.
But when multiple balls
careen in different directions,
we've entered the wild and
wooly world of nonlinear dynamics.
And you don't
need me to tell you
that it's impossible to
predict what will happen next.
Actually, based on the state
of our educational system,
you probably do.
Now, imagine those are people.
Even a brilliant young ball
who graduated high school at 11
can be caught in the maelstrom.
Our first collision
was set in motion
when Pastor Jeff and
Robin had their baby.
- Isn't he the cutest?
- He sure is.
Yeah, he's an angel.
He's just happy all the time.
Morning, afternoon,
middle of the night.
2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.
All the a.m.'s, really.
Dip the pacifier in some
whiskey. It'll put him right out.
But don't use the good stuff.
They can't tell the difference.
I never thought I could
love anything this much.
I used to think I loved my dog,
Waffles, but it doesn't even compare.
You okay?
Sorry.
I'm fine. I just haven't
been sleeping lately.
Why don't you go home?
We can handle things here.
No. No, I'm good.
I got work to do...
Away from my son.
He's probably wondering where his
Daddy went and if he's ever coming home.
- Maybe go.
- I'll go.
And don't worry
about a thing here.
- Thank you.
- Oh, sure.
We can handle the
food drive, the bulletins.
And if you're not feeling up to it, I
could even give the sermon on Sunday.
I'm sure I'll be fine by Sunday.
You don't have to
decide right now.
- I'll do the sermon.
- We'll play it by ear.
Take a hint, sister.
Sure. I could stay
till George gets home.
Missy's not back yet,
but Sheldon's right here.
Sheldon, you good?
Yeah, he's good.
All right. Bye.
I just got off the
phone with your mom.
She's going to work late,
so I'll hang out till your dad...
I don't care.
What's wrong with her?
Who?
Everything okay?
Leave me alone.
Did something happen at school?
Go away.
Are you sure you don't
want to talk about it?
No!
I'm going number one.
Hey, I'm gonna need you to
drop the bulletin off at the printer's.
And while you're out, could you also
swing by the bank and make a deposit?
Sure.
And there's one thing
you could do for me.
- What's that?
- Quit riding my hump.
- Excuse me?
- You're not the boss around here.
No. But Pastor Jeff's away,
and I'm the church secretary.
Okay, take a memo.
You're not in charge. Peg.
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
- Hey.
- Welcome home.
What's going on?
Mary's working late,
Sheldon's in the garage,
and Missy's in her
room, hating the world.
What's wrong with Missy?
My guess is a boy.
And I hope you like this song
because it's in heavy rotation.
I'll go talk to her.
That's not a good idea.
Missy and I have a
father-daughter thing.
Maybe you and cute little Missy.
This is pre-teen angry Missy.
You haven't met her yet.
I got this.
Dumb and confident,
my favorite combination.
Missy?
I know that living with you
I was listening to that.
Thought you might want to talk.
That's why the door was
shut and the music was loud,
'cause I want to talk.
Okay, okay.
If this is about a boy, I know it
feels like the end of the world,
but I promise you're going
to have other boyfriends.
I don't want other
boyfriends, I want Marcus.
You feel that way
now, but you're only 11.
So, my feelings don't matter?
Hey, how about we
go get some ice cream?
I'm not a child.
- I'm just trying to help.
- Leave me alone!
You are right. You have
been here longer than me.
I don't see why we
can't work together.
That'd be nice.
Great.
So, why don't you go by the
bank, and I will drop off the bulletin.
So, no one's going
to answer the phones?
Fine. You just sit there,
and I'll go and do everything.
Sweet.
Today's a stumper.
Is "nipto" a word?
You know what? This is why I
was taking charge of everything.
Because if I don't,
nothing will get done.
It's pinto.
This is exactly what
I'm talking about.
Guess what, Mary?
Things were getting done
long before you got here.
I just want everything
taken care of for Pastor Jeff.
Or you just like thinking
you're better than everybody.
How did that daddy-daughter
thing work out?
I'm not in the mood, Connie.
I told you not to go in there,
but you knew better, didn't you?
I don't need your
parenting advice.
Seems like you do.
Well, I'm sorry, how many of
your children still talk to you?
Well, that's right, just Mary.
- I have a problem.
- What now?
Missy put a "do not enter"
sign on our bedroom door,
and I'm all for obeying
posted signage.
But it is my room, and I feel
like it gives me right of entry.
Thoughts?
- You don't want to go in there.
- But I do.
Is Missy even authorized
to put up a sign?
And if so, does that
mean I can put up a sign?
I don't know.
Because if I put up a "do enter" sign,
which sign would have precedence?
Do we have a lawyer?
I should talk to a lawyer.
She's having boy problems.
Just give her space.
Emotionally or legally?
Emotionally.
Excellent. Ignoring
emotions is where I shine.
Clearly.
- Did you not see the sign?
- I did. It's not legally binding.
I asked Dad. What are you doing?
Getting rid of my stupid toys.
Even your Cabbage Patch doll?
I don't need a doll.
Good. She was starting to
smell like actual cabbage.
Why are you taking that down?
It's time to grow up.
Leave it there.
You don't even
like Cyndi Lauper.
No, but it's part
of my daily routine.
Every morning, I wake
up, look over there
and wonder why
she's standing like this.
Too bad. It's my room.
It's my room, too.
Yeah, and I don't get a say
in any of your stupid posters.
These are the smartest
men who ever lived.
So if anyone's stupid,
it's you for saying that.
Shut up!
You're very irritable.
This might be why you're
having boy problems.
- Put that down!
- No!
- Missy, I mean it.
- I don't care.
It's mine! Give it back!
What did you do?
- What the hell's going on in here?
- Look what she did.
- It's his fault.
- That's enough out of both of you.
I told you not to come
in here. Go. Now!
You want to explain yourself?
We'll get you another picture.
I don't want another
picture. I want this one.
- I told you not to go in there.
- It's my room!
Hey, you watch your tone.
What's going on?
Missy tore my Professor Proton
picture and now Dad's yelling at me.
You yelled first.
He yelled first.
I'll take care of this.
You don't even
know what happened.
Did she tear up his picture?
Yeah, she did.
Honestly, I can't leave
this house for five minutes
without everything
falling apart.
- I was handling it.
- Obviously!
You yelled first.
Missy Cooper, you apologize
to your brother right this second.
- No.
- I am not going to tell you again.
Why do you always take his side?
- I do not.
- Yes, you do. Everybody does.
I hate this family.
You are grounded, young lady.
Fine!
It is fine!
Thanks for handling that.
Hey, Moonpie. Is
everything okay?
No, everything is terrible.
Oh. That sounds
like a job for cookies.
Okay, here you go.
You're not baking them fresh?
Do you want me to bake
or you want me to listen?
I'm sorry she ruined your picture,
but you know she's having a bad day.
Oh, please, she can
find another boyfriend.
- I know you're mad at her.
- I hate her.
Hey, don't say
that about family.
You say mean stuff about my dad.
That's different,
he deserves it.
- But Missy...
- Listen here.
She's your sister. She's
always going to be your sister.
So you have to find
a way to forgive her.
But she did this
just to hurt me.
I know, but she's hurting, too.
- What does that have to do with me?
- You're the big brother.
- I'm only two minutes older.
- Which makes you the big brother.
Which means that it is
your job to look out for her.
That doesn't make sense.
Why should random birth order
determine moral responsibility?
I don't make the rules, Moonpie.
Doesn't seem like you
make cookies either.
What's taking so long?
It would be nice if I didn't have to
come home after a long day at work
and take care of
everything here.
You didn't. I was handling it,
till you came and
bulldozed right over me.
Sheldon was upset.
This isn't about Sheldon.
It's about you thinking
you're always right.
That is not true.
This is me wishing
that after work,
I could come home and have
my kids not at each other's throats,
and maybe once
someone else makes dinner.
Why, so you can tell
me how I made it wrong?
I had a long day. Are you
trying to make it worse?
I think you already
took care of that.
I do not!
You act like you're the only
thing holding this house together.
Missy?
What are you doing?
- Hiding from you, idiot.
- I found you.
You're not very good at this.
Just go home.
- Where are you going?
- I'm running away.
- You can't run away.
- Too late.
- Then I'm telling Mom.
- Of course you are.
Then she'll side with
you and I'll get in trouble.
Just like always.
- Fine, I won't tell.
- Great.
But I'm coming with you.
You're one of the people
I'm running away from.
I'm sorry, but I can't let you
wander at night by yourself.
- I'm your big brother.
- We're twins.
I was born two minutes earlier,
which apparently makes
me responsible for you.
That's dumb.
I'm not happy about it
either, but here we are.
- Hey.
- Hello.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
Who died?
- Did somebody really die?
- No one died.
Cool. Where's dinner?
Anyone who wants dinner
can make it for themselves.
- I am not cooking.
- Don't take it out on him.
Take what out on me?
- Stay out of it.
- You really want to start this up again?
Wait, are you asking me
what I want? That's a first.
Oh, please. Your whole life
is doing whatever you want.
- Oh, really?
- I can just leave.
Did I want to get stuck
coaching high school football?
Did I want to live across
the street from your mother?
Did I want to spend my
evening getting yelled at
by my daughter and
my son and my wife?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize
you were so unhappy.
Because you never
bothered to ask.
Where are we going?
Right there.
An old shack in the middle of the
woods. Have you even seen Scooby Doo?
Great, go home.
At night? By myself? Nice try.
Do you come here a lot?
Sometimes, when
I want to be alone.
- Alone from me.
- Not just you, everyone.
Is this about that boy?
I don't want to talk about it.
Is he why you were getting rid
of your toys and your posters?
Because I don't think you
should change for some boy.
You're just saying that
because you hate change.
- You don't care about my feelings.
- How can you say that?
I'm literally risking
my life to be here.
Look around. It is tetanus
as far as the eye can see.
Come in.
I figured you didn't eat.
Made you some soup.
Oh. Thank you. But
you didn't have to do that.
Everything's fine.
I ain't a kid. You
ain't got to lie to me.
Okay.
Honestly, I'm upset
with your father.
And I'm upset with myself.
- Why?
- Because...
He's right. Maybe I
do think I know best.
And I can be critical.
But thank you for
making me soup.
You're welcome.
Did you put water in this?
Was I supposed to?
It's fine.
And then today I found out
he was actually holding hands
with Nicole at the roller rink.
- Who's Nicole?
- A seventh grader.
So you want to appear more
mature to make him like you again.
I guess.
I'd suggest a bow tie
but that's kind of my thing.
I'm sorry I ripped your picture.
Thank you.
And I wasn't just upset
about the room changing.
- It was also you.
- Me, what?
You're changing too.
How?
You like boys and you're
half-an-inch taller than me now.
It's called growing up.
- Well, I don't like it.
- Trust me,
twenty years from now, you're
not going to be sitting around
talking about Star Trek
and reading comic books.
Would you like to bet on that?
A dollar.
She still hasn't paid me.
And guess who's wearing
Star Trek underpants right now.
That's the thing with
pool balls and people.
They are both unpredictable.
- Hi, George.
- Hi, Brenda.
What brings you out tonight?
I just needed to
get out of the house.
I hear that.
- Want some company?
- Sure.
predict a lot about the world.
For example, it can tell us what happens
when one pool ball knocks into another.
But when multiple balls
careen in different directions,
we've entered the wild and
wooly world of nonlinear dynamics.
And you don't
need me to tell you
that it's impossible to
predict what will happen next.
Actually, based on the state
of our educational system,
you probably do.
Now, imagine those are people.
Even a brilliant young ball
who graduated high school at 11
can be caught in the maelstrom.
Our first collision
was set in motion
when Pastor Jeff and
Robin had their baby.
- Isn't he the cutest?
- He sure is.
Yeah, he's an angel.
He's just happy all the time.
Morning, afternoon,
middle of the night.
2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.
All the a.m.'s, really.
Dip the pacifier in some
whiskey. It'll put him right out.
But don't use the good stuff.
They can't tell the difference.
I never thought I could
love anything this much.
I used to think I loved my dog,
Waffles, but it doesn't even compare.
You okay?
Sorry.
I'm fine. I just haven't
been sleeping lately.
Why don't you go home?
We can handle things here.
No. No, I'm good.
I got work to do...
Away from my son.
He's probably wondering where his
Daddy went and if he's ever coming home.
- Maybe go.
- I'll go.
And don't worry
about a thing here.
- Thank you.
- Oh, sure.
We can handle the
food drive, the bulletins.
And if you're not feeling up to it, I
could even give the sermon on Sunday.
I'm sure I'll be fine by Sunday.
You don't have to
decide right now.
- I'll do the sermon.
- We'll play it by ear.
Take a hint, sister.
Sure. I could stay
till George gets home.
Missy's not back yet,
but Sheldon's right here.
Sheldon, you good?
Yeah, he's good.
All right. Bye.
I just got off the
phone with your mom.
She's going to work late,
so I'll hang out till your dad...
I don't care.
What's wrong with her?
Who?
Everything okay?
Leave me alone.
Did something happen at school?
Go away.
Are you sure you don't
want to talk about it?
No!
I'm going number one.
Hey, I'm gonna need you to
drop the bulletin off at the printer's.
And while you're out, could you also
swing by the bank and make a deposit?
Sure.
And there's one thing
you could do for me.
- What's that?
- Quit riding my hump.
- Excuse me?
- You're not the boss around here.
No. But Pastor Jeff's away,
and I'm the church secretary.
Okay, take a memo.
You're not in charge. Peg.
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
- Hey.
- Welcome home.
What's going on?
Mary's working late,
Sheldon's in the garage,
and Missy's in her
room, hating the world.
What's wrong with Missy?
My guess is a boy.
And I hope you like this song
because it's in heavy rotation.
I'll go talk to her.
That's not a good idea.
Missy and I have a
father-daughter thing.
Maybe you and cute little Missy.
This is pre-teen angry Missy.
You haven't met her yet.
I got this.
Dumb and confident,
my favorite combination.
Missy?
I know that living with you
I was listening to that.
Thought you might want to talk.
That's why the door was
shut and the music was loud,
'cause I want to talk.
Okay, okay.
If this is about a boy, I know it
feels like the end of the world,
but I promise you're going
to have other boyfriends.
I don't want other
boyfriends, I want Marcus.
You feel that way
now, but you're only 11.
So, my feelings don't matter?
Hey, how about we
go get some ice cream?
I'm not a child.
- I'm just trying to help.
- Leave me alone!
You are right. You have
been here longer than me.
I don't see why we
can't work together.
That'd be nice.
Great.
So, why don't you go by the
bank, and I will drop off the bulletin.
So, no one's going
to answer the phones?
Fine. You just sit there,
and I'll go and do everything.
Sweet.
Today's a stumper.
Is "nipto" a word?
You know what? This is why I
was taking charge of everything.
Because if I don't,
nothing will get done.
It's pinto.
This is exactly what
I'm talking about.
Guess what, Mary?
Things were getting done
long before you got here.
I just want everything
taken care of for Pastor Jeff.
Or you just like thinking
you're better than everybody.
How did that daddy-daughter
thing work out?
I'm not in the mood, Connie.
I told you not to go in there,
but you knew better, didn't you?
I don't need your
parenting advice.
Seems like you do.
Well, I'm sorry, how many of
your children still talk to you?
Well, that's right, just Mary.
- I have a problem.
- What now?
Missy put a "do not enter"
sign on our bedroom door,
and I'm all for obeying
posted signage.
But it is my room, and I feel
like it gives me right of entry.
Thoughts?
- You don't want to go in there.
- But I do.
Is Missy even authorized
to put up a sign?
And if so, does that
mean I can put up a sign?
I don't know.
Because if I put up a "do enter" sign,
which sign would have precedence?
Do we have a lawyer?
I should talk to a lawyer.
She's having boy problems.
Just give her space.
Emotionally or legally?
Emotionally.
Excellent. Ignoring
emotions is where I shine.
Clearly.
- Did you not see the sign?
- I did. It's not legally binding.
I asked Dad. What are you doing?
Getting rid of my stupid toys.
Even your Cabbage Patch doll?
I don't need a doll.
Good. She was starting to
smell like actual cabbage.
Why are you taking that down?
It's time to grow up.
Leave it there.
You don't even
like Cyndi Lauper.
No, but it's part
of my daily routine.
Every morning, I wake
up, look over there
and wonder why
she's standing like this.
Too bad. It's my room.
It's my room, too.
Yeah, and I don't get a say
in any of your stupid posters.
These are the smartest
men who ever lived.
So if anyone's stupid,
it's you for saying that.
Shut up!
You're very irritable.
This might be why you're
having boy problems.
- Put that down!
- No!
- Missy, I mean it.
- I don't care.
It's mine! Give it back!
What did you do?
- What the hell's going on in here?
- Look what she did.
- It's his fault.
- That's enough out of both of you.
I told you not to come
in here. Go. Now!
You want to explain yourself?
We'll get you another picture.
I don't want another
picture. I want this one.
- I told you not to go in there.
- It's my room!
Hey, you watch your tone.
What's going on?
Missy tore my Professor Proton
picture and now Dad's yelling at me.
You yelled first.
He yelled first.
I'll take care of this.
You don't even
know what happened.
Did she tear up his picture?
Yeah, she did.
Honestly, I can't leave
this house for five minutes
without everything
falling apart.
- I was handling it.
- Obviously!
You yelled first.
Missy Cooper, you apologize
to your brother right this second.
- No.
- I am not going to tell you again.
Why do you always take his side?
- I do not.
- Yes, you do. Everybody does.
I hate this family.
You are grounded, young lady.
Fine!
It is fine!
Thanks for handling that.
Hey, Moonpie. Is
everything okay?
No, everything is terrible.
Oh. That sounds
like a job for cookies.
Okay, here you go.
You're not baking them fresh?
Do you want me to bake
or you want me to listen?
I'm sorry she ruined your picture,
but you know she's having a bad day.
Oh, please, she can
find another boyfriend.
- I know you're mad at her.
- I hate her.
Hey, don't say
that about family.
You say mean stuff about my dad.
That's different,
he deserves it.
- But Missy...
- Listen here.
She's your sister. She's
always going to be your sister.
So you have to find
a way to forgive her.
But she did this
just to hurt me.
I know, but she's hurting, too.
- What does that have to do with me?
- You're the big brother.
- I'm only two minutes older.
- Which makes you the big brother.
Which means that it is
your job to look out for her.
That doesn't make sense.
Why should random birth order
determine moral responsibility?
I don't make the rules, Moonpie.
Doesn't seem like you
make cookies either.
What's taking so long?
It would be nice if I didn't have to
come home after a long day at work
and take care of
everything here.
You didn't. I was handling it,
till you came and
bulldozed right over me.
Sheldon was upset.
This isn't about Sheldon.
It's about you thinking
you're always right.
That is not true.
This is me wishing
that after work,
I could come home and have
my kids not at each other's throats,
and maybe once
someone else makes dinner.
Why, so you can tell
me how I made it wrong?
I had a long day. Are you
trying to make it worse?
I think you already
took care of that.
I do not!
You act like you're the only
thing holding this house together.
Missy?
What are you doing?
- Hiding from you, idiot.
- I found you.
You're not very good at this.
Just go home.
- Where are you going?
- I'm running away.
- You can't run away.
- Too late.
- Then I'm telling Mom.
- Of course you are.
Then she'll side with
you and I'll get in trouble.
Just like always.
- Fine, I won't tell.
- Great.
But I'm coming with you.
You're one of the people
I'm running away from.
I'm sorry, but I can't let you
wander at night by yourself.
- I'm your big brother.
- We're twins.
I was born two minutes earlier,
which apparently makes
me responsible for you.
That's dumb.
I'm not happy about it
either, but here we are.
- Hey.
- Hello.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
Who died?
- Did somebody really die?
- No one died.
Cool. Where's dinner?
Anyone who wants dinner
can make it for themselves.
- I am not cooking.
- Don't take it out on him.
Take what out on me?
- Stay out of it.
- You really want to start this up again?
Wait, are you asking me
what I want? That's a first.
Oh, please. Your whole life
is doing whatever you want.
- Oh, really?
- I can just leave.
Did I want to get stuck
coaching high school football?
Did I want to live across
the street from your mother?
Did I want to spend my
evening getting yelled at
by my daughter and
my son and my wife?
I'm sorry. I didn't realize
you were so unhappy.
Because you never
bothered to ask.
Where are we going?
Right there.
An old shack in the middle of the
woods. Have you even seen Scooby Doo?
Great, go home.
At night? By myself? Nice try.
Do you come here a lot?
Sometimes, when
I want to be alone.
- Alone from me.
- Not just you, everyone.
Is this about that boy?
I don't want to talk about it.
Is he why you were getting rid
of your toys and your posters?
Because I don't think you
should change for some boy.
You're just saying that
because you hate change.
- You don't care about my feelings.
- How can you say that?
I'm literally risking
my life to be here.
Look around. It is tetanus
as far as the eye can see.
Come in.
I figured you didn't eat.
Made you some soup.
Oh. Thank you. But
you didn't have to do that.
Everything's fine.
I ain't a kid. You
ain't got to lie to me.
Okay.
Honestly, I'm upset
with your father.
And I'm upset with myself.
- Why?
- Because...
He's right. Maybe I
do think I know best.
And I can be critical.
But thank you for
making me soup.
You're welcome.
Did you put water in this?
Was I supposed to?
It's fine.
And then today I found out
he was actually holding hands
with Nicole at the roller rink.
- Who's Nicole?
- A seventh grader.
So you want to appear more
mature to make him like you again.
I guess.
I'd suggest a bow tie
but that's kind of my thing.
I'm sorry I ripped your picture.
Thank you.
And I wasn't just upset
about the room changing.
- It was also you.
- Me, what?
You're changing too.
How?
You like boys and you're
half-an-inch taller than me now.
It's called growing up.
- Well, I don't like it.
- Trust me,
twenty years from now, you're
not going to be sitting around
talking about Star Trek
and reading comic books.
Would you like to bet on that?
A dollar.
She still hasn't paid me.
And guess who's wearing
Star Trek underpants right now.
That's the thing with
pool balls and people.
They are both unpredictable.
- Hi, George.
- Hi, Brenda.
What brings you out tonight?
I just needed to
get out of the house.
I hear that.
- Want some company?
- Sure.