Young Sheldon (2017–…): Season 5, Episode 18 - Babies, Lies and a Resplendent Cannoli - full transcript
Sheldon copes with the death of a hero. Also, Missy wants to babysit, and Georgie struggles with his big secret.
Previously on Young Sheldon...
Can we talk?
We better.
What's going on?
I'm pregnant.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Sometimes these things
ain't accurate.
Maybe take another one.
Here you go.
Two is convincing,
but-but three...
I'm pregnant, Georgie!
What happens now?
I don't know.
I've never been knocked up
by a 17-year-old before.
Well, if it helps,
I turn 18 in March.
♪ Nobody else
is stronger than I am ♪
♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain
♪ I bet I could be your hero
♪ I am a mighty little man
♪ I am a mighty little man.♪
What time are you home tonight?
Late. I'm working
at Ballard's
after practice again.
How long can you
keep this up?
Maybe I'll get fired
from the high school
and only have one job
to worry about.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
Oh, I'm assuming
you heard the bad news.
What news?
Isaac Asimov died.
Oh, no, is that one
of your school friends?
What? No, he's one of
the most prolific
science fiction writers
in the history of the genre.
Never heard of him.
Sure you have.
He wrote I, Robot,
the Foundationtrilogy.
Nope. Nightfall? The Posotronic Man?
You ever heard of this guy?
Mm-mm.
Caves of Steel. Hostess.
The Naked Sun?
Whoever he is, sorry he died.
Gotta go. Bye.
Bye.
Astonishing.
Asimov wrote almost 500 books,
which was apparently
500 more
than my family had read.
Can I talk to you
about something?
Come on, this is my coffee time.
It's more important
than your coffee.
If I don't drink my coffee,
I don't go to the bathroom.
That's important.
That girl I was seeing
is pregnant.
You win. Sit.
My folks are gonna
kill me.
They don't know yet?
You're the only person
I told.
Oh, no, I don't want that.
Please help me.
All right, first things first.
Are you sure this kid's
even yours?
Yeah. We've been
sleeping together.
Well, that doesn't mean
it's yours.
Maybe she cheated on me.
We can only hope.
How are you holding up?
With what?
The death of Isaac Asimov.
Who?
Pop Pop's favorite science
fiction writer, remember?
At this rate,
you're lucky I remember Pop Pop.
Well, he gave me Asimov's
Foundationtrilogy
for my fifth birthday.
I remember he used to try to
get me to read that stuff.
Boring!
Boring? Asimov invented
the laws of robotics
and the concept of
a galactic empire.
If a book doesn't have
a shirtless guy
with long hair on the cover,
I ain't reading it.
You're missing out.
I'm really not.
You haven't said a thing
about my new car.
Oh. I hate it.
Do you think Pastor Jeff will
let me babysit for him?
I don't know.
Their baby isn't even
a year old yet.
Heather M. got ten bucks,
and all she did was
watch MTV while
her cousin slept.
What a scam.
It's not always that easy.
They lay there like a lump.
How hard can it be?
Will you please just
ask Pastor Jeff?
I don't think you're
gonna like it.
You don't think
I'm responsible enough.
All I said was I don't think
you're gonna like it.
I don't like homework,
but I do it.
I have seen your homework.
Is that how you're gonna
take care of a baby?
Math is harder than babies.
Ooh, perhaps the cold
dark matter we're looking for
is not the axion
but the majoron.
Uh-huh.
That's it?
I just laid down
some big boy science.
Sorry. We lost
a great man today,
and no one seems to care.
Asimov?
Yes, Asimov.
I told three people the news,
and you know what they said?
"Who's that?"
Exactly.
What's wrong with the world?
The man's a legend.
I didn't know you were a fan.
Ever since I read
The Naked Sun.
I'll admit,
I came for the naked,
but I stayed for the
interplanetary conspiracies.
Have you read
The Gods Themselves?
"We cannot stop Estwald."
"We are Estwald!"
Who's Estwald?
You don't know him either?
I know who Asimov is, but
I've never read his work.
Talk about big boy science.
The man coined the term
"robotics."
Ooh.
Maybe we could have
a book club.
My social schedule is
astonishingly open.
What a lovely way to honor
Asimov's life.
It'll be like
my mom's Bible study,
but we know the characters
aren't real.
What book should we
start with?
That naked one sounded good.
It's Georgie.
What?
I know I was
a little freaked out
the last time I was here.
You should be.
But I had some time to think,
and there's something
I need to ask you.
Yeah?
Are you sure
that baby's mine?
She did not like
that question at all.
So the baby's yours?
What am I gonna do?
Is there any chance she might
decide not to have it?
Put it up for adoption?
Not happening.
She's keeping it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed
being young and carefree,
because that ship has sailed.
Not helpful.
No.
All right.
I know what I need to do.
Tell your parents?
Do the right thing
and marry her.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Georgie...
no one has to
get married here.
Well, my dad got my mom
pregnant, and he married her.
Rushing into marriage with
someone you hardly know
is a bad idea.
Maybe we could be
happy together.
How does she feel about you
right now?
Pissed. But she's pregnant,
so it's probably just
chick hormones.
Well, tell her that
and see what happens.
Hey, what are you
doing here?
I just had to talk to Dale.
You all right? You look like
you saw a ghost.
Yeah, I'm good.
Look, I know I've been busy,
but if you ever want to talk,
I'm around.
Actually, uh...
I-I... I got a...
I got a girl pregnant.
What the hell's the matter
with you?!
Hello?
I said if you ever want to talk,
I'm here.
Thanks. Gotta go.
Guess what. Dr. Sturgis,
Dr. Linkletter and I
are starting an Isaac Asimov
book club.
That's nice.
I'm glad you think so
because you should join.
And I think no.
But this is perfect for you.
Why?
Because three smart people
will be there to explain things
that go over your head.
I'm gonna bonk you over
your head in a minute.
What if it's just a short story?
Would you read it then?
Why do you care
if I read this?
Let's see.
Perhaps it has something to do
with Pop Pop dying
before we ever got to
discuss the books he gave me.
How short a story?
Nightfall’s only 30 pages.
Fine.
Excellent.
Why did you change your mind?
Because you made me feel bad
about my dead husband.
Neat.
Pastor Jeff,
this is Missy Cooper.
Hey there, Missy.
What can I do for you?
This is about what
I can do for you.
Okay.
How would you and your wife like
a night away from the baby?
Maybe a movie?
I hear Beethoven’s funny.
It's about a big dumb dog.
Are you offering to babysit?
Yes, I am.
'Cause I asked your mom
about it a while back,
and she said you weren't interested.
Oh, really?
Well, she's wrong.
Fantastic.
How's Friday at 6:00?
Perfect.See you then.
What was the name of
that dog movie again?
Beethoven.
And it's PG,
so God's cool with it.
I saw Georgie stopped by
earlier.
Well, yeah, he does that
once in a while.
Yeah. Didn't realize y'all
were so close.
Oh, uh, I wouldn't say close.
He might. I wouldn't.
So, uh, what'd he come by for?
Just to chat.
Really?
Mm.
Well, I guess it's good he's
comfortable talking to someone.
Uh-huh.
Instead of his own father.
I-I'm sure he'll
talk to you.
Thanks.
And you're not gonna like it.
Mom, can I ask you
a Bible question?
Always.
Lying's a sin, right?
Sure is.
Proverbs 12:22.
"The Lord detests lying lips,
but He delights in people
who are trustworthy."
Does it say anything
specifically
about lying to your pastor?
Did you lie to Pastor Jeff?
No, but you did.
I did not.
You told him I wasn't
interested in babysitting.
No.
I said I didn't think
you were interested,
which, technically,
was not a lie.
Why don't you trust me?
Because you can't even remember
to take out the trash.
I remember.
I just don't do it.
And for your information,
Pastor Jeff hired me
to babysit this Friday.
He did?He did.
Okay. But if you need
any help,
if you run into
any problems whatsoever,
I am right next door
and I want you to call me.
I'll be fine.
Missy...
Okay!
Look, I'm taking out
the trash.
I just put that bag in.
There's no pleasing you.
I was envious of my meemaw.
That night, she would get
to experience
one of my favorite stories
for the very first time.
"If the stars should appear
"one night in a thousand years,
how would men believe
"and adore, and preserve
for many generations,
the remembrance of
the city of God?"
What?!
All right,
I would like to call
the first meeting
of the Isaac Asimov
book club to order.
I'm assuming everyone's
read Nightfall?
I read it.
I may have dozed off
a few times, but I read it.
I read it as well.
I found it quite compelling.
A planet that only experiences
nightfall
once every 2,000 years.
And once it does, it drives
everyone mad. Brilliant.
I found the tension
between the scientists
and the religious cultists
reminiscent of
some dinnertime conversations
at my house.
What did you think, Connie?
Eh...
You didn't like it?
I don't need a story
set on some outer space planet
to tell me that people
freak out about change.
Interesting.
People lost it when women
started wearing pants
and getting jobs.
Everybody just overreacts
to everything.
Is this because Coach Ballard
got upset and broke up with you?
No.
You two broke up?
I'm sorry to hear that.
Terrible news.
Terrible. Terrible.
It's okay. I'm over it.
Excellent.
Great.
Look at the four of us talking
about Isaac Asimov.
Mm.
How rude of me, Connie.
Can I offer you a beverage?
Soda, water, Snapple?
I'm fine.
I'd take a Snapple.
You know where the fridge is.
Can we get back to the book?
Yes, Connie, I'd love to hear
more of your thoughts on it.
I think I've said my piece.
I have some thoughts.
And we'll get to those
in due time.
Don't you think Asimov did
a remarkable job
of capturing the poetic terror
of the coming darkness?
I'm not sure I got that.
Oh, listen to this.
"Dusk, like a palpable entity,
"entered the room,
and the dancing circle
"of yellow lights
about the torches
"etched itself into
ever-sharper distinction
against the gathering
grayness beyond."
Powerful.
Wasn't it?
I'm going to Pastor Jeff's.
Oh, uh, okay.
Good luck.
Call if you need anything.
Yeah.
You know, I was thinking,
if you want,
you could bring the baby here.
That could be fun.
To a house that isn't
baby proofed?
That seems irresponsible.
Uh-huh.
Hello?
Hi, it's Dale.
Listen, you gotta
tell your dad.
Well, I will, eventually.
Well, if you don't,
I'm gonna.
I just need more time
to figure things out.
Well, your dad's
sniffing around here,
he's asking a lot of questions.
What kind of questions?
Like why are you talking to me
instead of him?
Why does he care?
His feelings are hurt.
That's weird.
I know. 'Cause talking to you
ain't great.
Can I get a hand
with something?
Yeah. Oh, gotta go.
I love you, Mom. Bye-bye.
Your mom's still alive?
Huh?
"It was very horrible
to go mad and know
"that you were going mad.
"To know that
in a little minute,
"you would be here physically,
"and yet all the real essence
"would be dead and drowned
in the black madness."
Bravo.
Now I would like to read
one of my favorite passages
from the book.
I feel like I am
all Asimov'd out.
Let's hit the road.
Very well.
We can kick off
the next meeting with it.
Perhaps I can bake
some cookies.
I'm handy in the kitchen,
you know.
I've had them,
and they're dry.
Hey.
Dad around?
He's still at work.
Anything I can help you with?
No, I just need to
talk to him.
I am never doing that again.
Is the baby okay?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Babies are the worst.
That's what's going on.
She babysat for the first time.
And the last time.
Oh, I'm sure it wasn't
that bad.
Look at this.
Food, powder, vomit, pee.
You don't want to know.
You should have called me.
When? I didn't have
a minute to myself.
You were so right.
Well, it's not about
me being right.
I need a shower
and a bath.
Never again!
You okay?
Uh-huh.
Never again!
I hope you enjoyed that
as much as I did.
Not exactly.
Why? Why?
After Frick and Frack
found out I was single,
they got all weird.
What do you mean?
All they did was
discuss Asimov.
Sure. Maybe I misread
the situation.
I can't believe you'd use
our book club to hit on Connie.
And you didn't, Captain Cookies?
All right, if we're both
gonna pursue her,
let's lay down some ground rules.
Fair enough.
And my ginger snaps are
moist and delicious!
Yeah, keep telling
yourself that.
But hearing you boys
go on about it
did remind me of Pop Pop.
What did he used to say?
I wish I could remember.
But he did get all
excited about it, like you.
Well, at least I have
Dr. Sturgis and Dr. Linkletter
to share my enthusiasm.
Rule number one,
no badmouthing each other
to gain favor with Connie.
Agreed.
And whatever happens,
we can't let it affect
our working relationship.
Our working relationship
is already antagonistic.
True. What's next?
No using Sheldon to win
points with Connie.
But he likes me
better than you.
That's why I brought it up.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine!
Connie, Grant Linkletter.
Wonderful seeing you tonight.
Yeah, yeah.
Hope you enjoyed
our little book club.
If you'd ever like to
discuss it further,
I know the perfect
Italian café.
The cannolis are resplendent.
Resplendent!
Connie!
John Sturgis here.
What a surprise.
It was so nice to have you
at our book club.
When it comes to
science fiction,
those things can be
real sausage parties.
Anyhoo, if you're free
next week,
I was wondering
if you'd like to...
Grant Linkletter again.
If you don't like Italian,
I also know a sublime
Vietnamese spot.
Have you ever tried
Bún Boò Hue?
I don't know why
I said "sausage party."
There was probably a better way
to phrase that.
Connie, Grant Linkletter...
Hey.
Your mother said you wanted
to talk to me?
Yeah. Come in.
So, what's going on?
It's kind of hard
to talk about.
Whatever it is,
I'm here for you.
I...
I got a girl pregnant.
Can we talk?
We better.
What's going on?
I'm pregnant.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Sometimes these things
ain't accurate.
Maybe take another one.
Here you go.
Two is convincing,
but-but three...
I'm pregnant, Georgie!
What happens now?
I don't know.
I've never been knocked up
by a 17-year-old before.
Well, if it helps,
I turn 18 in March.
♪ Nobody else
is stronger than I am ♪
♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain
♪ I bet I could be your hero
♪ I am a mighty little man
♪ I am a mighty little man.♪
What time are you home tonight?
Late. I'm working
at Ballard's
after practice again.
How long can you
keep this up?
Maybe I'll get fired
from the high school
and only have one job
to worry about.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
Oh, I'm assuming
you heard the bad news.
What news?
Isaac Asimov died.
Oh, no, is that one
of your school friends?
What? No, he's one of
the most prolific
science fiction writers
in the history of the genre.
Never heard of him.
Sure you have.
He wrote I, Robot,
the Foundationtrilogy.
Nope. Nightfall? The Posotronic Man?
You ever heard of this guy?
Mm-mm.
Caves of Steel. Hostess.
The Naked Sun?
Whoever he is, sorry he died.
Gotta go. Bye.
Bye.
Astonishing.
Asimov wrote almost 500 books,
which was apparently
500 more
than my family had read.
Can I talk to you
about something?
Come on, this is my coffee time.
It's more important
than your coffee.
If I don't drink my coffee,
I don't go to the bathroom.
That's important.
That girl I was seeing
is pregnant.
You win. Sit.
My folks are gonna
kill me.
They don't know yet?
You're the only person
I told.
Oh, no, I don't want that.
Please help me.
All right, first things first.
Are you sure this kid's
even yours?
Yeah. We've been
sleeping together.
Well, that doesn't mean
it's yours.
Maybe she cheated on me.
We can only hope.
How are you holding up?
With what?
The death of Isaac Asimov.
Who?
Pop Pop's favorite science
fiction writer, remember?
At this rate,
you're lucky I remember Pop Pop.
Well, he gave me Asimov's
Foundationtrilogy
for my fifth birthday.
I remember he used to try to
get me to read that stuff.
Boring!
Boring? Asimov invented
the laws of robotics
and the concept of
a galactic empire.
If a book doesn't have
a shirtless guy
with long hair on the cover,
I ain't reading it.
You're missing out.
I'm really not.
You haven't said a thing
about my new car.
Oh. I hate it.
Do you think Pastor Jeff will
let me babysit for him?
I don't know.
Their baby isn't even
a year old yet.
Heather M. got ten bucks,
and all she did was
watch MTV while
her cousin slept.
What a scam.
It's not always that easy.
They lay there like a lump.
How hard can it be?
Will you please just
ask Pastor Jeff?
I don't think you're
gonna like it.
You don't think
I'm responsible enough.
All I said was I don't think
you're gonna like it.
I don't like homework,
but I do it.
I have seen your homework.
Is that how you're gonna
take care of a baby?
Math is harder than babies.
Ooh, perhaps the cold
dark matter we're looking for
is not the axion
but the majoron.
Uh-huh.
That's it?
I just laid down
some big boy science.
Sorry. We lost
a great man today,
and no one seems to care.
Asimov?
Yes, Asimov.
I told three people the news,
and you know what they said?
"Who's that?"
Exactly.
What's wrong with the world?
The man's a legend.
I didn't know you were a fan.
Ever since I read
The Naked Sun.
I'll admit,
I came for the naked,
but I stayed for the
interplanetary conspiracies.
Have you read
The Gods Themselves?
"We cannot stop Estwald."
"We are Estwald!"
Who's Estwald?
You don't know him either?
I know who Asimov is, but
I've never read his work.
Talk about big boy science.
The man coined the term
"robotics."
Ooh.
Maybe we could have
a book club.
My social schedule is
astonishingly open.
What a lovely way to honor
Asimov's life.
It'll be like
my mom's Bible study,
but we know the characters
aren't real.
What book should we
start with?
That naked one sounded good.
It's Georgie.
What?
I know I was
a little freaked out
the last time I was here.
You should be.
But I had some time to think,
and there's something
I need to ask you.
Yeah?
Are you sure
that baby's mine?
She did not like
that question at all.
So the baby's yours?
What am I gonna do?
Is there any chance she might
decide not to have it?
Put it up for adoption?
Not happening.
She's keeping it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed
being young and carefree,
because that ship has sailed.
Not helpful.
No.
All right.
I know what I need to do.
Tell your parents?
Do the right thing
and marry her.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Georgie...
no one has to
get married here.
Well, my dad got my mom
pregnant, and he married her.
Rushing into marriage with
someone you hardly know
is a bad idea.
Maybe we could be
happy together.
How does she feel about you
right now?
Pissed. But she's pregnant,
so it's probably just
chick hormones.
Well, tell her that
and see what happens.
Hey, what are you
doing here?
I just had to talk to Dale.
You all right? You look like
you saw a ghost.
Yeah, I'm good.
Look, I know I've been busy,
but if you ever want to talk,
I'm around.
Actually, uh...
I-I... I got a...
I got a girl pregnant.
What the hell's the matter
with you?!
Hello?
I said if you ever want to talk,
I'm here.
Thanks. Gotta go.
Guess what. Dr. Sturgis,
Dr. Linkletter and I
are starting an Isaac Asimov
book club.
That's nice.
I'm glad you think so
because you should join.
And I think no.
But this is perfect for you.
Why?
Because three smart people
will be there to explain things
that go over your head.
I'm gonna bonk you over
your head in a minute.
What if it's just a short story?
Would you read it then?
Why do you care
if I read this?
Let's see.
Perhaps it has something to do
with Pop Pop dying
before we ever got to
discuss the books he gave me.
How short a story?
Nightfall’s only 30 pages.
Fine.
Excellent.
Why did you change your mind?
Because you made me feel bad
about my dead husband.
Neat.
Pastor Jeff,
this is Missy Cooper.
Hey there, Missy.
What can I do for you?
This is about what
I can do for you.
Okay.
How would you and your wife like
a night away from the baby?
Maybe a movie?
I hear Beethoven’s funny.
It's about a big dumb dog.
Are you offering to babysit?
Yes, I am.
'Cause I asked your mom
about it a while back,
and she said you weren't interested.
Oh, really?
Well, she's wrong.
Fantastic.
How's Friday at 6:00?
Perfect.See you then.
What was the name of
that dog movie again?
Beethoven.
And it's PG,
so God's cool with it.
I saw Georgie stopped by
earlier.
Well, yeah, he does that
once in a while.
Yeah. Didn't realize y'all
were so close.
Oh, uh, I wouldn't say close.
He might. I wouldn't.
So, uh, what'd he come by for?
Just to chat.
Really?
Mm.
Well, I guess it's good he's
comfortable talking to someone.
Uh-huh.
Instead of his own father.
I-I'm sure he'll
talk to you.
Thanks.
And you're not gonna like it.
Mom, can I ask you
a Bible question?
Always.
Lying's a sin, right?
Sure is.
Proverbs 12:22.
"The Lord detests lying lips,
but He delights in people
who are trustworthy."
Does it say anything
specifically
about lying to your pastor?
Did you lie to Pastor Jeff?
No, but you did.
I did not.
You told him I wasn't
interested in babysitting.
No.
I said I didn't think
you were interested,
which, technically,
was not a lie.
Why don't you trust me?
Because you can't even remember
to take out the trash.
I remember.
I just don't do it.
And for your information,
Pastor Jeff hired me
to babysit this Friday.
He did?He did.
Okay. But if you need
any help,
if you run into
any problems whatsoever,
I am right next door
and I want you to call me.
I'll be fine.
Missy...
Okay!
Look, I'm taking out
the trash.
I just put that bag in.
There's no pleasing you.
I was envious of my meemaw.
That night, she would get
to experience
one of my favorite stories
for the very first time.
"If the stars should appear
"one night in a thousand years,
how would men believe
"and adore, and preserve
for many generations,
the remembrance of
the city of God?"
What?!
All right,
I would like to call
the first meeting
of the Isaac Asimov
book club to order.
I'm assuming everyone's
read Nightfall?
I read it.
I may have dozed off
a few times, but I read it.
I read it as well.
I found it quite compelling.
A planet that only experiences
nightfall
once every 2,000 years.
And once it does, it drives
everyone mad. Brilliant.
I found the tension
between the scientists
and the religious cultists
reminiscent of
some dinnertime conversations
at my house.
What did you think, Connie?
Eh...
You didn't like it?
I don't need a story
set on some outer space planet
to tell me that people
freak out about change.
Interesting.
People lost it when women
started wearing pants
and getting jobs.
Everybody just overreacts
to everything.
Is this because Coach Ballard
got upset and broke up with you?
No.
You two broke up?
I'm sorry to hear that.
Terrible news.
Terrible. Terrible.
It's okay. I'm over it.
Excellent.
Great.
Look at the four of us talking
about Isaac Asimov.
Mm.
How rude of me, Connie.
Can I offer you a beverage?
Soda, water, Snapple?
I'm fine.
I'd take a Snapple.
You know where the fridge is.
Can we get back to the book?
Yes, Connie, I'd love to hear
more of your thoughts on it.
I think I've said my piece.
I have some thoughts.
And we'll get to those
in due time.
Don't you think Asimov did
a remarkable job
of capturing the poetic terror
of the coming darkness?
I'm not sure I got that.
Oh, listen to this.
"Dusk, like a palpable entity,
"entered the room,
and the dancing circle
"of yellow lights
about the torches
"etched itself into
ever-sharper distinction
against the gathering
grayness beyond."
Powerful.
Wasn't it?
I'm going to Pastor Jeff's.
Oh, uh, okay.
Good luck.
Call if you need anything.
Yeah.
You know, I was thinking,
if you want,
you could bring the baby here.
That could be fun.
To a house that isn't
baby proofed?
That seems irresponsible.
Uh-huh.
Hello?
Hi, it's Dale.
Listen, you gotta
tell your dad.
Well, I will, eventually.
Well, if you don't,
I'm gonna.
I just need more time
to figure things out.
Well, your dad's
sniffing around here,
he's asking a lot of questions.
What kind of questions?
Like why are you talking to me
instead of him?
Why does he care?
His feelings are hurt.
That's weird.
I know. 'Cause talking to you
ain't great.
Can I get a hand
with something?
Yeah. Oh, gotta go.
I love you, Mom. Bye-bye.
Your mom's still alive?
Huh?
"It was very horrible
to go mad and know
"that you were going mad.
"To know that
in a little minute,
"you would be here physically,
"and yet all the real essence
"would be dead and drowned
in the black madness."
Bravo.
Now I would like to read
one of my favorite passages
from the book.
I feel like I am
all Asimov'd out.
Let's hit the road.
Very well.
We can kick off
the next meeting with it.
Perhaps I can bake
some cookies.
I'm handy in the kitchen,
you know.
I've had them,
and they're dry.
Hey.
Dad around?
He's still at work.
Anything I can help you with?
No, I just need to
talk to him.
I am never doing that again.
Is the baby okay?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Babies are the worst.
That's what's going on.
She babysat for the first time.
And the last time.
Oh, I'm sure it wasn't
that bad.
Look at this.
Food, powder, vomit, pee.
You don't want to know.
You should have called me.
When? I didn't have
a minute to myself.
You were so right.
Well, it's not about
me being right.
I need a shower
and a bath.
Never again!
You okay?
Uh-huh.
Never again!
I hope you enjoyed that
as much as I did.
Not exactly.
Why? Why?
After Frick and Frack
found out I was single,
they got all weird.
What do you mean?
All they did was
discuss Asimov.
Sure. Maybe I misread
the situation.
I can't believe you'd use
our book club to hit on Connie.
And you didn't, Captain Cookies?
All right, if we're both
gonna pursue her,
let's lay down some ground rules.
Fair enough.
And my ginger snaps are
moist and delicious!
Yeah, keep telling
yourself that.
But hearing you boys
go on about it
did remind me of Pop Pop.
What did he used to say?
I wish I could remember.
But he did get all
excited about it, like you.
Well, at least I have
Dr. Sturgis and Dr. Linkletter
to share my enthusiasm.
Rule number one,
no badmouthing each other
to gain favor with Connie.
Agreed.
And whatever happens,
we can't let it affect
our working relationship.
Our working relationship
is already antagonistic.
True. What's next?
No using Sheldon to win
points with Connie.
But he likes me
better than you.
That's why I brought it up.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine!
Connie, Grant Linkletter.
Wonderful seeing you tonight.
Yeah, yeah.
Hope you enjoyed
our little book club.
If you'd ever like to
discuss it further,
I know the perfect
Italian café.
The cannolis are resplendent.
Resplendent!
Connie!
John Sturgis here.
What a surprise.
It was so nice to have you
at our book club.
When it comes to
science fiction,
those things can be
real sausage parties.
Anyhoo, if you're free
next week,
I was wondering
if you'd like to...
Grant Linkletter again.
If you don't like Italian,
I also know a sublime
Vietnamese spot.
Have you ever tried
Bún Boò Hue?
I don't know why
I said "sausage party."
There was probably a better way
to phrase that.
Connie, Grant Linkletter...
Hey.
Your mother said you wanted
to talk to me?
Yeah. Come in.
So, what's going on?
It's kind of hard
to talk about.
Whatever it is,
I'm here for you.
I...
I got a girl pregnant.