Say cheese.
Cheese. (camera shutter clicks)
Now tell me what was in that letter.
You're pretty cranky for a princess rodeo clown. Missy!
Caltech wants you to go to school there.
Really?
They want to talk to Mom and Dad about it.
I can't believe she would hide that from me.
Whatever. Put your nose back on.
(camera shutter clicks)
I'm home.
Would you care to explain this letter,
which I didn't read but legally know the contents of?
Well?
What were you doing, going through my nightstand?
You answer my question first.
I am your mother, and I don't need to answer anything.
How could you not tell me
that Caltech wants me to go to school there?
Because you're not going, so it doesn't matter.
So I don't get a say in this?
Actually, no, which is why
that letter is addressed to the parents of Sheldon Cooper.
So Dad was okay hiding this from me?
(sighs) We are done having this discussion.
Go to your room.
Ugh!
Hey, what time does Fotomat close?
ADULT SHELDON: I was angry at my mother and needed more information.
While she told me to go to my room,
she didn't say stay there.
Boy howdy, I do love a loophole.
All right, who's hotter--
Cindy Crawford or Jessica Rabbit?
One's a person, one's a cartoon.
And you couldn't get either one of 'em.
Now answer the question. Dad.
What the hell are you doing here?
I need to talk to you.
How'd you even find me?
It's not like you come home smelling like coffee.
What do you want, Sheldon?
I want to know why no one told me
about this recruitment letter from Caltech.
Let me see that.
All right, let's get me drunk.
Hi, Mr. Givens.
Aw, come on!
Hey. What are you doing with him?
I thought you were in your room.
Oh, don't worry. I was.
I need to talk to your mother.
Go back to your room. All right.
And this time, stay there.
SHELDON: Aw.
You want to tell me about this?
It came a couple of weeks ago,
and since there's no way he's going to California,
I didn't see the point in him knowing about it.
And when were you gonna tell me?
What difference does it make?
This says to the "parents" of Sheldon Cooper.
Last I checked, that was me, too.
You are making a big deal out of nothing.
This could be a huge opportunity for him.
I should at least be told about it.
Okay, now you know.
You think you get to make these decisions all by yourself?
In this case, yeah.
Well, you don't.
He's not just your son. He's my son, too.
He didn't feel like your son when he had chicken pox,
or every morning when I have to make his lunch.
Well, he felt like my son when I took him to Caltech,
where he clearly impressed a lot of people.
So you just want to ship our baby boy off
to California to live by himself?
I want to be included in decisions about his future.
If that means California, maybe I'll go with him.
He is not going anywhere.
You can go as far away as you want.
(insects trilling, dog barking)
This is weird.
I think it's nice.
We don't usually get to chat, just us.
Yeah, I guess.
How are things in school?
Fine.
Still having fun at baseball?
Mm-hmm.
So, any boys you like?
Hey. Thank God.
MARY: Where have you been?
Trying to find a job, but no one's hiring.
I'm sorry.
Grab a plate and sit with us.
I ain't hungry.
So, where were we?
Oh. Boys.
Georgie, come back.