SHELDON: I can’t. Missy rebuilt an engine. My spot in the family hierarchy is now… oscillating.
SHELDON: (flat) I don’t. One is a falsifiable theory supported by cosmic microwave background radiation. The other is a poem about a talking snake. They serve different purposes, like a torque wrench and a bedtime story.
Sheldon has disassembled the cradle. Parts are strewn everywhere. He mutters to himself. Mary enters, holding a church flyer. young sheldon s04e17 1080p
GEORGE SR.: Why is there a level on the kitchen table?