Now you're cooking breakfast for us?
Your mom's not feeling well.
Is she contagious? No.
Just tired.
Did you check her for ticks?
Soon as she wakes up.
You can check her while she's asleep.
Sit down!
Do you even know how to cook?
Believe it or not, I am capable of making breakfast.
Sorry. It's not like we see you do much around here.
How 'bout, "Thanks for cooking, Dad"?
Chocolate chips? Thanks for cooking, Dad.
Is Mom going to church?
I don't think she's up to it.
But she never misses church.
Are you feeling better?
Yes, baby, I'm fine.
GEORGE SR.: All right, here we go.
Chocolate chips for breakfast and pizza for dinner?
I'm loving Dad.
Where were you last night?
Out with your grandmother. But where'd you go?
Enough questions. Y'all ask me questions
when I come home late.
Oh, I can explain that-- you're an idiot and we don't trust you.
(sighs)
Mom, you didn't say grace.
Don't worry about it.
Come on, y'all.
(sighs)
Can I sit with you?
I think Mommy needs to be alone right now.
All right.
(sighs)
Mom, I'm scared.
Why?
You didn't go to church,
you stopped saying grace.
I don't understand what's going on.
(sighs)
It's kind of hard to explain.
Is it me?
Did I do something wrong?
Of course not.
(pats seat) Come here.
(sighs)
Sheldon... (sighs)
faith means believing in something
you can't know for sure is real.
(sighs)
And right now, I am struggling with that.
So you don't believe in God anymore?
That isn't something for you to worry about.
I need to figure this out myself.
Can I help? Maybe I could provide a fresh perspective.
I don't think so, baby.
SHELDON: Did you know that if gravity
were slightly more powerful,
the universe would collapse into a ball?
I did not.
Also, if gravity were slightly less powerful,
the universe would fly apart
and there would be no stars or planets.
Where you going with this, Sheldon?
It's just that gravity is precisely as strong
as it needs to be.
And if the ratio of the electromagnetic force
to the strong force wasn't one percent,
life wouldn't exist.
What are the odds that would happen all by itself?
Why are you trying to convince me to believe in God?
You don't believe in God.
I don't, but the precision of the universe
at least makes it logical to conclude there's a creator.
(sighs)
Baby, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but...
logic is here.
And my problem is here.
Well, there are 5 billion people on this planet
and you're the perfect mom for me.
What are the odds of that?
Oh.
Thank you, Lord, for this little boy.
I knew I could fix it. (laughs)
Maybe it was you and the Lord.
ADULT SHELDON: I don't like sharing credit,
but I knew in that moment it wasn't the appropriate time
to say it.