All language subtitles for young_sheldon_s03e07_pongo_pygmaeus

Previously on Young Shelton. Excuse me,
are you Coach Ballard?

That'd be me.

My daughter's here to try out. Come on,
I'm not going to put a girl on my team.

Why not?

She's got pigtails.

You're not even going to give her a
chance.

No. Hey, hello, can I talk to you?

Yeah. You tell my granddaughter she
can't play baseball?

I was just looking out for her, that's
all.

Well, we don't need you deciding what's
best for her.

Or what?

Or you and me are going to have
problems.

We're back.

Gotta go.

She made the team.

Congratulations.

And Meemaw got a date with the coach.

What? It was a productive afternoon.

You sure you don't want me to stay? You
promised you'd take me to Radio Shack.

Sheldon, it's a big day for your sister.

I'm fine, Dad.

Come on.

I really don't want to go to Radio
Shack.

George?

Dale? Hey, Missy, why don't you get out
there and start warming up?

Okay.

And you must be Sheldon. Your
grandmother told me all about you.

We're going to Radio Shack.

Yeah, she didn't lie.

George, I figure we kind of got off on
the wrong foot the other day.

Don't worry about it. Well, I do worry
about it. I'd like to take you out for a

beer, if that'd be okay.

It appears Meemaw told him about you,
too.

Sounds great.

Have a good practice. Thank you.

It's nice that you're going to socialize
with Meemaw's new boyfriend.

I know.

She's going to hate it.

It's in the back. I'll go get it.

What's he getting?

A Direct Connect 300 baud modem.

How much?

Don't worry. I'm using my allowance.

Plus, Clark gave me a healthy discount
for helping with his application to

medical school.

Okay.

What's a modem do? It allows me to
connect my computer to other computers

also have one.

Why would you need to do that?

So I can share my scientific ideas with
academics all over the world.

It's like the cybernetic version of the
Algonquin Roundtable.

I don't know what that means.

That's okay. You're still my dad, and
I'm genetically obligated to love you.

Missy, how was practice?

So good.

Tell us everything.

The boys were a little mean at first,
but I handled it.

Can I warm up with you?

I don't play baseball with girls.

Really? Your friend's playing with one.

I am so proud of you.

Well, I'm glad you all had a good day.
Not just them.

Guess who I'm grabbing a beer with?

Your new friend, Dale.

Are you kidding me?

You were right. She's not happy.

We're going to do a little combination
here.

Here we go. Ready? And out, in, up,
down.

Out, up, down. Hello.

Hi, Georgie.

It's Lisa from English class.

Oh, hey. What's up? I was wondering if
you could help me with our homework.

Crap. We have homework?

You're so funny.

I think so. Most people don't.

What's that noise?

No idea.

Georgie, I need you to get off the
phone.

Hang on, Lisa.

I'm helping someone with their English
homework.

I don't have time for jokes. I need the
phone line to connect to my modem. What

the hell's a modem?

It links my computer to an
interconnected web of other computers in

facilitate the exchange of ideas.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever
heard of.

Sadly, that was not the stupidest thing
he ever said.

Have you tried the meatballs here? They
are fantastic.

I haven't.

But speaking of meatballs, I hear you're
going to hang out with my son -in -law.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Huh?

You don't like that at all.

No, it's fine with me. I hope y 'all go
out and have a grand old time.

What's the matter? You afraid I'm going
to find out all your secrets?

Calm down. You're enjoying this a little
too much.

Enjoying it? I'm loving it.

Look how mad you're getting.

Come on. What's he got on you? Did you
do some jail time?

Were you go -go dancing?

Have you got a tattoo in a naughty
place?

Can you see it?

Someone responded to a theory I posted
on the physics bulletin board.

He called my work flawed.

That's rude.

Let him know he can't push you around.

That's why I did a baseball practice.

I'd rather not resort to name -calling.
It usually gets me stuffed somewhere

uncomfortable. That's in person, where
people know you're pathetic and weak.

That's true.

This is completely anonymous.

I can say whatever I want without fear
of physical retaliation.

Thanks.

And on that day...

My sister created the first internet
flame war.

That is as cruel as it is grim.

And sad.

I tried to call you last night. The
phone was busy. Oh, yeah. That was

Sheldon? Has friends he talks on the
phone with? Well, his computer was

to another computer.

And the world makes sense again.

Morning. Just a reminder, I'm going to
be late tonight.

Hanging with my new buddy, Dale.

Well, I hope you two have fun together.

Oh, we will.

So much to talk about.

You better respect her privacy.

Oh, I don't plan on doing that at all.

Don't you need to go to work?

Yes, but I don't want to leave until I
know you're upset.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Yeah, you are.

Bye.

All you do is type in the Usenet
address, psi .theory

.physics

.research .quantum,

press enter, and it comes right up.

Careful. In war games, Matthew Broderick
almost blooped the world.

The only thing I'm going to be blowing
up is this fellow's flimsy argument.

That was one of my classic jokes. Feel
free to laugh.

See? Like magic.

Hey.

Uh, why are you dressed like a boy?

I made the baseball team.

Oh, so you are a boy.

Get out. I need a change.

You seem upset.

I am.

I was right.

Good for me.

Get out!

Wait.

You get picked on all the time.

How do you deal with it?

Who's picking on you? It doesn't matter.
Just tell me.

I usually start by telling myself how
much smarter I am than the person who's

picking on me.

But that won't work for you. Out!

Missy?

What? Sometimes I imagine that I'm an
ion with a positive charge and they're

ion with a negative charge. It's so that
whatever they say bounces off me and

sticks to them.

Hi, Georgie.

Hey.

I like that jacket.

Then you'll probably like my pants.
They're made of the same stuff.

Well, see you in class.

Okay.

Veronica.

Hey, Georgie. What's up?

We're friends, right?

Yeah.

We're just friends?

What do you mean?

I've asked you out a bunch, and you've
made it pretty clear you weren't

interested. But before I asked out
another girl, I just wanted to make sure

that... It's fine.

You sure?

Because if it's not... Georgie, I need
to focus on my relationship with God

right now.

But I'm really happy for you.

Okay.

Cool.

Cool.

Well, I'll see you around.

Well, I was married for 18 years, and I
got to tell you, this is the two best

years of my life.

What's it like being single at your age?

Are you thinking about it?

Everything's fine.

Happily married.

Just curious.

Come on now, she's not here.

Well, to answer your question, it's just
great. See, I get to wander around my

house in my underwear, and I can make
whatever bodily noises I choose whenever

choose. Oh.

I'd do that now.

Well, then you've got yourself a keeper.

So how'd you wind up coaching baseball?

Well, with the sporting goods store, you
know, I sponsor a couple of teams. And

then this year, my grandson wanted to
play, so that lets me spend more time

him. That's nice.

Yeah, I coach my son in football.

Sheldon? Oh, God, no.

Can you imagine?

Well, he scared me there for a second.

So you're dating my mother -in -law.

Did she send you here on a fact -finding
mission? No. If anything, she's worried

I'm going to tell you things about her.

Really?

Well, I'll tell you what. Why don't we
get another drink and let's get to it.

Would you get this man a bucket of beer
here, please?

I'm sorry those girls were so mean.

They didn't just call me a boy.

They wouldn't sit with me at lunch. No
one talked to me at recess.

Oh, baby.

Somebody crossed out Missy Cooper in my
notebook and wrote Mr. Cooper.

Well, if that's what they're like, maybe
you don't want them as friends.

I don't think I want to play baseball
anymore.

If that's what you want, it's your
decision.

Hello? I heard your daughter's playing
baseball.

Hey, Brenda.

What were you thinking?

Excuse me?

My Billy's on that team.

Baseball's for boys.

Says who?

Says everyone.

It's not ladylike. Save some pudding for
your father!

Aw.

Okay, where was I?

You were telling me what was ladylike
and then yelled at your son like a dock

foreman? Listen, I'm just doing you a
favor.

The other moms on the team are starting
to talk.

Well, maybe the other moms need to mind
their own business. Come on, Mary. Isn't

one weird kid in your family enough?

You going for a record?

You're playing baseball.

But you said it was my decision.

It is, and you're playing.

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

Johnny's great.

You can have a beer with her, watch a
football game, joke around.

You don't mind if you swear.

In fact, that woman's got a mouth on
her. I have noticed that.

You know, I just realized something.

I got more in common with my mother -in
-law than I do my own wife.

That's kind of creepy.

Yeah.

Let's hope the beard does its job and I
don't remember this tomorrow.

Well, tell me something about this guy
she was seeing.

Hmm.

Scientist. Really?

Scientist? Yeah, and that would test
you. It was more arithmetic thinking and

stuff. A physicist?

There you go.

Yeah, nice enough fellow.

Always reminded me of that cartoon owl
in the Tootsie Pop commercial.

Why'd they break up?

You know, things happen.

Uh -huh.

What thing?

Come on, now.

Tell me if there's something I need to
worry about.

I don't know.

Connie's rock solid.

Unless you put on a little weight, then
you will hear about it.

You want to switch the light, dear? Hey,
I may have boobs, but I'm still a man.

Well, I never.

Hello? I'm having a scientific argument
with someone, and I need your help. I do

love a good science fight.

Has it evolved to name -calling yet?
Yes. I called him a Pongo Pygmias.

Ho -ho!

A Bornean Orangutan. That is a creature
who would be very bad at science. Well

done.

I know.

So how can I help?

theory on the collapse of wave function.

We've been arguing back and forth, and
he's saying that my probabilities come

out negative.

Oh, I see.

Have you considered that negative
probabilities can still have meaning?

No, I hadn't. That suggests another
idea. I can argue that negative

probabilities only show up in
intermediate steps.

I'm going to destroy him with this.

And when you do, feel free to call him a
scarabaeus vietii, a dumb beetle.

Oh, I so admired your mind.

Back at you, little man.

Can I top off your coffee?

Well, that's awfully nice of you. You
know me.

I'm a pleaser.

You just want to know what I talked
about with Dale.

Not really.

I promise you got nothing to worry
about. It ain't the same thing.

Thank you.

So what did you find out about him?

Oh, I'll see how this works.

You damn straight that's how it works.
Now spill.

Well, let's see.

He likes to drink, likes to hunt.

He's got a son who's divorced.

I know all this. Go on.

That's all I got.

You are useless.

When he comes to his senses and dumps
you, I'm going to stay friends with him.

Good. If he dumps me, he deserves to
suffer.

Hey, Dale.

Hey, George.

So, uh, is she going to be okay out
there?

Well, I talked to the other coach. The
boys are going to leave her alone.

Hey, Billy.

You're supposed to be warming up.

I found a worm.

Do you want to coach a baseball team?

You praying?

I'm asking the Lord to watch over my
little girl.

While you're at it, ask him for a win. I
got money on this.

Bet on a kid's baseball game?

I got three to one odds.

Thanks to Dr. Sturgis, I had all the
intellectual ammunition I needed to

my opponent to his knees.

I accused him of conflating two
different interpretations of quantum

woefully misrepresenting Paul Dirac, and
when I called him a dung beetle in

Latin, I was so riled up, I almost
started producing testosterone.

Here she comes.

This is it.

Go get him.

It happens. She's okay.

Rush it up, Missy.

What the hell?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold it.

We talked about this.

I've been told when a boy kisses a girl,
she takes a trip around the world.

Super!

Ah, well, here we go.

It's dirt!

Eat it!

Kick his ass!

Does it taste good? Huh?

Yeah, listen to your Meemaw. Kick his
ass!

You gonna cry? Huh? Do it! Cry!

Do something!

Break it up! Hang on, she's winning.

Ooh, the long -awaited rebuttal.

While I still believe my theory has
merit, I will concede that your point

some validity.

My point has some validity.

My point has some validity!

Yes!

That day, both my sister and I emerged
victorious from savage battles.

Hers fought with fists, mine with words.
What does my point have? Some validity!

Although we were both pretty sore the
next day.

Ejected from your very first game.

I'm proud of you, Slugger.

Thanks, Dad.

Dairy Queen's on me. To be clear, we are
not rewarding violence.

But I am glad you didn't let those girls
from school bully you into quitting.

I shrugged their faces in the dirt.

That's my girl.

Someone's getting extra sprinkles
tonight.

Hooray for violence.