Previously on Young Sheldon...
Hi, June. Connie, Dale, this is Justin.
You must be a friend of my son's.
Actually, he's my date.
Really?
She brought him here on purpose.
What purpose?
To upset me.
Can you believe that Dale thinks
the only reason you brought him here is just to piss him off?
That's exactly why I brought him.
Why would you go out of your way
to upset Dale at your own son's wedding?
He's my ex-husband.
Well, he's my boyfriend.
Hey, that's your problem.
Well, you're starting to be my problem.
Dr. Linkletter, what can I do for you?
I just want to let you know, with Dr. Sturgis away,
I'll be available should Sheldon need anything.
Thank you so much.
His well-being is important to me.
As was made abundantly clear by my boss.
After a few short weeks as a full-time college student,
I am proud to say the transition had gone quite nicely.
My classes were going well, I knew my way around campus
and I had an active and vibrant social life.
There you are. Why are you here?
Lunch. Don't worry, I didn't start without you.
How did you get in?
Janitor Jim.
And why would Janitor Jim do that?
You're not my only friend around here.
I'll trade you my apple slices for your pudding cup.
No. Aren't you a little old for a pudding cup?
Sheldon, surely there's somebody else
you could have lunch with.
There is, but the lunch rush is a busy time for janitors.
Perhaps you could work on widening
your social circles here.
I'm already at two.
That's double where I was at high school.
Hey.
Hey. How was school?
Fine. Work? Fine.
And Mom says we never talk.
What is that on your belt there?
It's my new beeper.
Why in the world would you need a beeper?
So people can get in touch with me.
Trust me, when you're not around, no one's thinking,
"I must speak with Georgie this minute."
Hey, lots of people have these.
Yeah, doctors and drug dealers,
and you're not smart enough to be either.
Excuse me, I'm being beeped.
Hey, I was paged from this number.
No, I'm not Bruce. Sorry.
Sounds like you got a real emergency there, Bruce.
Hey, Connie, it's June.
You know, I don't feel good about what happened
the other night, and I just want to say I'm sorry.
Could you give me a call back?
Thanks.
Bye.
That's nice.
I don't know why you get an apology.
I'm the one she was trying to piss off.
Looks like she's still doing it.
All the years we were married, I never once got an apology.
Well, you're not exactly the apologizing kind yourself,
you know.
Well, that's not true.
For years after
we broke up, I was telling people
I was sorry I married her.
Thanks, Jim.
Where could he be?
Dr. Linkletter?
No.
Sorry. You and he have the same loafers.
Carry on.
The Moho lies between the mantle and the crust, and...
Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Linkletter.
He's not here.
Sorry for wasting your time.
This is geology.
You're already wasting your time.
What?
I've been looking for you.
I was just trying to have a little privacy.
Smart. No one will bother us out here.
What is that? Ham?
Hello. You paged me?
Bruce?
Sorry, you have the wrong number.
I was trying to reach my grandson.
Well, when you do, can you have him tell people
this ain't his pager no more?
I was hoping he could give me a ride to the drugstore.
I need to pick up my prescription.
All right, well, good luck.
I took my last heart pill this morning.
Sorry to hear that.
I suppose I could walk, if I take it slow.
You are just the little lifesaver.
No problem, ma'am.
You know, we are gonna drive
right by that farmers market.
You ever had their peaches?
Don't think so.
Well, then we have to stop.
I'm gonna buy you a peach.
You really don't have to.
I insist.
And then we'll
swing by Braum's so I can pick up
some whipped cream.
That goes great with peaches.
Okay.
Thank you for letting us know.
I will speak to him.
Sorry for the trouble.
Bye.
What's going on?
That was Dr. Linkletter.
He says that Sheldon is spending too much time with him.
Better him than us, right?
He's suggesting that Sheldon
try and find some friends on campus.
Makes sense.
I'm just worried that
he's gonna be hanging out with people
who are drinking and going to parties.
Like he's gonna make friends with the cool kids.
You still dating that young guy?
Justin?
Yeah. It wasn't just to bug Dale.
He's hot.
And he doesn't eat dinner at 5:00.
Dale and I once ate dinner at 3:30.
I still think it was lunch.
Hey, you got any plans
this weekend? I don't think so. Why?
I happen to have a coupon for a free room
at the Royale Casino.
Now you're talking!
How'd you swing that?
Well, you lose enough, they give you all kinds of crap.
I'm in.
And if you really feel like gambling,
they got an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
Put enough drinks in me, I'll eat anything.
Wil Wheaton's cute.
If you like him, then you should watch Star Trekwith me.
He's not that cute.
Shelly, I was looking at your college catalog.
There are a lot of fun clubs.
Might be a nice way to make some new friends.
I don't need friends. I have Dr. Linkletter.
And he's fun, but...
did you know that there's a Science Fiction Club?
You like science fiction.
I prefer science fact.
Then maybe you might enjoy the Astronomy Club.
Outer space and such.
Ooh. You can meet other people from your planet.
Read your magazine.
Why are you so interested in me joining a club?
I just want to make sure
that you get the full college experience.
I suppose my so-called peers could benefit from my presence.
And you might benefit, too.
A nice thought, but I don't spread my sunshine
for selfish reasons.
Give me the catalog.
You tried, and that's what counts.
Hello, lunch friend.
Hi, Sheldon.
Egg salad. Stinky.
What do you want?
I have some bad news.
I'm going to join a club on campus,
which means we won't be able to have lunch together.
Wonderful!
For you. Sad for me.
Happy trails.
No, we're still having lunch today.
You get to help me decide which club I should join.
Terrific.
For some reason,
Dr. Linkletter felt it was
important that I start my quest to join a club immediately.
The interview process was tougher than you'd expect.
So why exactly should I join your club?
Well, cool people, good chess players,
and when the weather's nice, we meet in the quad.
Outside? Yes.
Under trees? Yes.
Where birds live? Yes.
I think we're done here.
So, what kind of activities
does the Science Fiction Club engage in?
Well, this Friday we're having a screening
of Star Warson laser disc.
I thought this was the Science Fiction Club.
It is. Star Warsis science fantasy.
The Force is basically magic.
At that point, you might as well be watching The Hobbit.
That's next week.
This is madness.
The newest member of the Debate Club
should be Sheldon Cooper.
You're the affirmative. Go.
Who's Sheldon Cooper?
Me. And I believe I should not
join the debate team because there are
far more valuable uses of my time.
Do you want to join or not?
That's the debate, isn't it?
I don't know what's happening.
If you're thrown for a loop, wait until you hear my rebuttal.
Sheldon Cooper should not join the debate team
because your leadership is clearly questionable.
Okay, you're not in the club.
Ha! I win. Wait.
Aren't you gonna call them back? No.
It's this old lady. She keeps getting me
to run her errands and do her chores.
You don't even do that here.
I know.
She's not your grandma.
Just call her back and say no.
You're right.
Thanks again.-
What're you gonna do with all these plants?
Put them in my garden.
Sounds like a lot of work.
Aw, man.
So, why are you taking me instead of Dale?
Well, last time he and I went casino hopping,
it didn't work out too hot.
'Cause he proposed and you said no?
Why would he tell you that?! Hey,
don't feel bad. I'm the dummy that said yes to him.
Well, I guess you got a point there.
Turn it up. I love
that song.
You know, they got karaoke at the lounge.
Wow.
That's some voice you got.
Thank you.
Sheldon, why are you at my desk?
I like your keyboard. The ones at the library are too clacky.
I thought you were going to join a club. I tried,
but they each had their own problems.
By chance, were any of those problems you?
You're so funny. I missed this.
Would you like your seat back?
Yes.
I'd also like my office back.
What do you mean?
Son, you can't just hang out here whenever you want.
Why not? We're friends.
No. I'm a professor, you're a student.
I'm 68, you're 11.
Do you see where I'm headed here?
Nope.
Sheldon, I've tried to be nice about this,
but you're just not taking
the hint. If you have questions
about class, I'm here.
Otherwise, please leave me alone.
I understand.
Thank you.
I'm hurt Dr. Linkletter doesn't want me as a friend.
Understandable.
I'm also angry.
I don't like having two feelings at once.
It's annoying.
Great, annoyed. That's three.
I thought you were gonna join a club.
Too bad there isn't a Dr. Linkletter Haters Club.
I would join that in a heartbeat.
Maybe I should start one.
Starting your own club is an interesting idea.
Maybe just not one based on,
you know, hating someone.
You started that group at church
for parents who hate The Simpsons.
It's not about hate. We just write letters
to get it taken off the air.
And it's gonna happen any day now.
Ironically,
the only Simpson she did like was O.J.
Time's funny that way.
Whoever decided to put video poker
in the bar is a genius.
If they change the seats out to toilets,
we'd never have to leave.
So, what else has Dale told you about our relationship?
You still hung up on that?
Apparently.
You know, I don't think he meant to.
We were having a drink, and it just kind of slipped out.
Y'all still go out drinking together?
It was our grandson's elementary school graduation,
so yeah.
I didn't know y'all were that close.
Are you jealous?
No.Sounds like it.
Well...
You ever sleep with him after the divorce?
Gross! No.
That cranky bag of wrinkles is all yours.
That's a comfort.
I guess.
Well, now that we're being honest,
can I ask you a question? Sure.
Do you regret saying no to Dale?
No.
There was a little pause there.
There was not!
Okay, I believe you.
Thank you.
You see how I paused?
That means I was lying.
Missy,
has your social experience in middle school
been going well?
So good, it's nuts.
Are you a member of any clubs?
Well, in the cafeteria, we call our table
Heather M. And the Funky Lunch Bunch.
Well, I meant school-sanctioned clubs.
The F.L.B. is a pretty big deal.
I don't get why people think
that the social aspect of education is so important.
Maybe 'cause the education aspect is so boring.
But that's the whole point of school.
I'll stick with being popular.
I'd like to point out
that one of us has a Nobel Prize.
All the other one has is a loving family and friends,
which I also have. Boy, did I win!
This is it. I'm done.
Hi.
You must be Georgie. Yeah.
My nana says you've been taking such good care of her.
You're so sweet.
Thanks, but she's the sweet one.
Isn't she?
Nana, Georgie's here!
Ask him if he wants to stay for dinner.
I'm free. What're we having?
We sound good!
One of us does.
The next day,
I set out to start my own club.
It involved science, education
and all the glitz and glamour of show business.
All I had to do was sit back
and wait for my new Proton posse to come rolling in.
Greetings, fellow Professor Proton fan.
I thought this room was empty.
Well, it's not. This is a meeting
of the Professor Proton Appreciation Club.
Would you like to fill out an application?
I'm just looking for someplace quiet.
I understand.
Well, it doesn't look like anyone's gonna show up,
so if you would like to read here, you're welcome to.
Okay.
I was only starting this club
because my mother wanted me to make some friends.
Not just her.
It started with my physics professor,
Dr. Linkletter, who I thought was my friend
but then decided... Are you gonna keep talking?
I-I've got a book.
That day, the Read in Silence Club was born.
Its members were me and my new friend...
What's your name? Shh.
And my new friend, that guy.
Make it stop.
Who the hell is this?
Hey. Morning, sunshine.
What time is it?
2:00 in the afternoon.
Really?
Well, I mean, you had a wild night singing
and everything. How do you know that?
You called me at 3:00 in the morning.: Do you remember
me calling Dale last night?
No.
Do it! Call him! Do it!
Call him! And I know exactly what I'm gonna say.
What'd I say?
You don't remember?
And then I lost
$20 at the video poker bar,
and then we sang karaoke. Tell him about the shrimp.
We went to the all-you-can-eat buffet,
you know, and they had these jumbo shrimp.
And, I mean, they weren't
just saying they were jumbo. So big!
Are you gonna tell me what I said or not?
Hell no. I'm having too much fun.
I hate you.
I can live with that.
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