"My clutter is a tool chest. And a lawnmower."
"With all due respect to Pastor Jeff, his plan didn’t account for the time I got stuck in the pantry because Georgie stacked the canned beans in a non-Euclidean geometry. I was trapped for four minutes and seventeen seconds. I named those beans 'The Watchers.'" young sheldon s06e14 vp3
(without looking up) "I’ve deduced a flaw in the fundamental architecture of our family’s emergency exit strategy." "My clutter is a tool chest
"It’s a high-frequency alert. Mammals hate it. Now run, Dad!" I named those beans 'The Watchers
The Coopers’ living room, evening. Sheldon is at the dining table, surrounded by three different notebooks, a TI-84 calculator, and a dismantled remote control. Missy is on the couch, flipping through a magazine upside down (she’s not really reading it). Mary is folding laundry, and George Sr. is watching TV with the volume very low.
"Then we pray. Or call FEMA."
"That’s a binary system at best. But what if the front door is blocked by a fallen tree, the back door is compromised by a rabid dog, and my window—which faces east, by the way, the direction of most Texas storm fronts—is sheared off by a microburst?"