Ooh, you sexy little thing.
MARY: George!
Oh.
I do not like what this study is doing to Sheldon.
What're you talking about? He had a great time.
All the way home all he could talk about
is how that doctor thought he was so smart. It's not healthy.
Would it make you feel any better
if I told you how much money we made today?
No, it would not.
$300.
Really? Cash.
Okay, well, still, I...
I'm not interested in profiting off my children.
You see, honey, that's where you and I are very different.
Boats.
Sheldon, what do you think
is happening in this picture?
Easy. There are four chimpanzees in a living room.
PILSON: Okay, but what can you tell me about them?
They're not behaving like chimpanzees.
Anything else?
Chimpanzees don't drink tea.
Is that it?
Well, I suppose it might be coffee,
but they don't drink that either.
Anything interesting about their body language?
No.
I think they found his kryptonite.
THORPE: Missy,
what do you think is happening in this picture?
The girl monkey on the couch
is telling the guy monkey a secret.
Must be something juicy, 'cause he's smiling.
Anything else?
It might be dirty,
'cause this girl monkey is sending
the kid monkey out of the room.
He doesn't want to go. He looks sad.
Is that all?
The monkeys on the couch are drinking tea,
so it's a tea party.
Okay, very good. Let's look at another picture.
I'm not done. The monkey in the painting
is wearing an old lady hat,
so she's probably a meemaw monkey.
She's not at the party,
so she must be bowling or dead.
Well, Missy won that round.
It's actually not a contest, George.
This is Texas. Everything's a contest.
A woman in a doorway.
Anything else?
She's holding her head with her hand.
And what do you think that means?
Um...
Wouldn't you rather ask me about trains going to St. Louis?
Good gravy, she's sad, Sheldon, come on.
Oh, she's very upset.
I don't know why.
Oh! Maybe she wasn't invited
to the tea party at the monkey house.
(chuckles)
Also, she's wearing a belt, like you are.
Nice going. Very cute.
(mouths)
And I'm loving the hair.
(whispers): Yeah.
A lion sitting in a chair, holding a pipe.
Good.
But what do you think is on his mind?
How should I know? Maybe he's wondering
why he's posing for a silly picture
instead of eating a gazelle.
PILSON: Anything else?
What exactly are we doing here?
I thought the purpose of this study
was to find out how smart I am.
PILSON: That's what we're doing,
but there are different kinds of intelligence.
Poppycock!
There's only one kind of intelligence...
George, Sheldon's getting upset.
I don't like it.
All right, I'll just change it back to Missy.
You are an insightful young lady.
I don't know what that means, but thank you.
It means perceptive.
You see things most people miss.
My name is Missy-- go figure.
Have you always been that way?
I guess so. I think when you're on your own a lot,
you get good at seeing that kind of stuff.
THORPE: Really? MISSY: My dad
does football with my older brother,
so they're like a team.
And my mom and meemaw spend all their time fussing over Sheldon,
so they're like a team, too.
So no one's on your team?
Nope.
It's just me.
Oh, Lord.
Hey, what's up with you and Dr. Pillsbury?
Dr. Pilson?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh.
You can't say 'cause we're on camera.
(sighs)
Insightful.
A little late for me to start cooking.
Why don't we stop somewhere for dinner. Really?
The five of us? That's kind of pricey.
Would you rather buy a fishing boat?
You're a blabbermouth, you know that?
(Meemaw laughs)
Missy, we're gonna eat in a restaurant.
Where would you like to go?
I get to pick?
Why don't I get to pick?
Because your sister's getting to pick.
It's not just about you in this house.
What do you think, baby?
I pick...
Red Lobster.
You got it.
Damn.
There goes our per diem.