All language subtitles for Young.Sheldon.S01E04.720p.BluRay.X264-REWARD-HI

Let's go. Let's go.

We're gonna be late!

ADULT SHELDON:
Fun fact... the first time

I almost died was
at the age of nine.

The murder weapon?

A Jimmy Dean sausage.

(choking quietly)

Mom, Sheldon's
making faces at me.

Sheldon!

ADULT SHELDON:
In fairness to Mr. Dean...

- Honey!
- ...this one morning, I decided

to forgo my normal
20 chews per bite,

as prescribed by the
American Medical Association.

George, help!

Come here, boy. We got it.
We just got to smack it out.

ADULT SHELDON:
To further complicate matters,

in any real-life crisis,

my family's default mode
is mindless panic.

Sheldon's gonna die!
Sheldon's gonna die!

ADULT SHELDON:
Or heartless apathy.

MARY:
Oh, Lord.

Here we go.
This is how you do it.

- Here we go. And we shake.
- Honey!

ADULT SHELDON: It's interesting
the things you think about

when life is ebbing
from your body.

For instance, linoleum.
What is it, really?

Plastic? And if so, how is it
different from Formica?

I'm calling 911.

ADULT SHELDON:
And what about Count Chocula?

How is he a count?

Did the title come with land?

George, Heimlich!

(grunts) - MARY:
Don't hurt his little ribs!

ADULT SHELDON:
They say, in the final moments,

your life passes
before your eyes.

All I saw was my brother
licking jelly off the knife

and putting it back in the jar.

(Sheldon grunts, coughs)

Okay, it's better now. Sheldon!

- (raspy gasping)
- Honey. Are you okay?

Can you breathe?
Say something!

You have to... throw
away... that jelly.

(panting)

♪ Nobody else
is stronger than I am ♪

♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain ♪

♪ I bet I could be your hero ♪

♪ I am a mighty little man ♪

♪ I am a mighty little man. ♪

I've never been late
to school before.

I'm late all the time.
It's no big deal.

I get you to school on time
every day. Why are you late?

I have a lot of people
to say hi to in the morning.

SHELDON:
Mom,

would you write a note for me?

Sure.

You have the coolest excuse.

You almost died.
Did you see Jesus?

I saw Count Chocula.

But feel free to mention
my brush with death in the note.

All right, that's enough
talk about death and dying.

I came this close to
having my own room.

MacELROY:
Remember, the food drive

ends Friday.

All canned goods
are welcome.

But please... make sure
your cans have labels.

Needy people
have enough problems

without having to guess
what's for dinner.

I'm sorry I'm late.
I have a note.

You poor thing, you had
a medical emergency?

Yes, ma'am.
I choked on a sausage.

(laughter)

BOY:
How big was it?

About yay big.

(laughter)

ADULT SHELDON:
To this day,

I still don't understand
why they were laughing.

You're sitting in my spot.

Why is it your spot?

It's complicated.
Just move.

(sighs)

- You're reading a comic book.
- I am.

You do understand
those are for children.

Have you ever read one?

I outgrew picture books
when I was three.

Just eat your lunch.

What's the matter?

I-I don't think
I can eat this.

You want to trade?

My mom made me
fish soup again.

How long do we have
to be in this country

before I get baloney?

Mm, no, thank you.

I'm not hungry.

"I'm not hungry."

Three words you never hear
in Vietnam.

MEEMAW: Well, here's
something nice. (chuckles)

You know
that Mr. Rosenbloom

with the furniture store
over by the steakhouse?

- I don't think so.
- Oh, sure you do.

That Hebrew fella
with the comb-over?

You mean Jewish?

I think they like
to be called Hebrew.

Anyway,

he's asked me to dinner.

(chuckles)

Well, good for you.
What'd you say?

I said I'd have
to think about it.

What's to think about?

Well, a lot.

I mean, assuming he enjoys
dinner, he might want

a scoop of Meemaw for dessert.

Mom, the kids.

I said "dessert."

Did you know
I was talking about sex?

No.

See?

Why aren't you eating?

I don't think I can.

Sometimes the different foods
touch each other, Sheldon.

Not the end of the world.

No, I'm afraid I'll choke again.

Oh, honey, that's
not gonna happen.

Go ahead, eat your dinner.

What's all this about choking?

Sheldon almost died
this morning.

- What?!
- Oh, yeah.

Dad was shaking him upside down
like a ketchup bottle.

It was great.

Well, you got to eat
something, baby.

Just have a few bites.

I can't. It's too risky.

Dibs on the tater tots.

All right, I'll wrap
that up for you,

and if you change your mind,
you can have some later.

At least drink your milk.

Sure.

ADULT SHELDON:
My mother and father saw

that I'd been traumatized and
were patient and understanding

about my fear
of eating solid foods.

This lasted one more day.

MARY: Sheldon Lee Cooper,
if you don't

finish that pork chop,
I swear I will chew it up

and spit it in your mouth
like a mama bird.

Do it, Mom. Do it.

- Mary, can I speak to you for a second?
- No. Enough is enough.

The boy has got to eat.

Just give me a minute.

Start eating, mister.

You don't mind, right?

How about I cut that
pork chop off the bone

and throw it in the
blender with some gravy?

If it fits through
a bendy straw, I'll drink it.

Coming up.

Why does he get a pork shake?

This is all my fault.

I rushed him through
breakfast the other day,

and now look...
he is wasting away.

Oh, come on.
You can't blame yourself.

This isn't gonna last. Remember
the time a bee got in the house

and he slept under a net
for a couple months?

This is different.

- How?
- First of all,

you let that bee in.

The bee was your fault.

- Okay.
- Secondly,

this is about his health.

He is a fragile little boy.

He can't go on like this.

I'm not arguing with you.

Let's just, you know,
give him a little more time.

(sighs)

(blender whirring)

Now what?

Sounds like your mom's
making margaritas.

(slurps)

What's he drinking?

Pork chop and gravy.

(quietly): I snuck
some broccoli in there, too.

Shh...

(slurps)

(whirring)

I'm real glad
you've been getting out again.

Me, too. (chuckles)

We had a nice dinner,
took a walk.

He's a divorcé, you know.

I didn't.

It's not a big deal
for those people.

If they're not a lawyer,
they're related to one.

GEORGE SR.: You're actually
cutting the crust off

- before you blend it?
- I left it

on his tuna sandwich yesterday,
he said he could tell.

Only drank half of it.

Mary, you think this has
gone on long enough?

No trouble.

But it'd be better
if I had two blenders.

Be better if you stopped
coddling him.

Well, I don't know
what else to do.

I suggested that we take him
to some kind of professional,

but you said he'd outgrow it.

Well, if you're looking
for a psychiatrist,

I bet my new fella's
related to one.

What do you think?

(sighs)

Not sure.

If we take him to a shrink,
it feels like we're admitting

something's wrong with him.

He hasn't had solid food
in five weeks.

Well, if there is
something wrong with him,

it ain't constipation.

(laughing)

Okay.

Let's see if we
can find somebody.

Thank you.

(sighs):
Hmm.

(clicks tongue)

Needs a few more Cheetos.

ADULT SHELDON: My mother managed
to locate a family psychiatrist

within our price range.

No one seemed to be bothered
that he had

a coupon in The Pennysaver.

Is this man gonna make me
eat solid foods?

No, he just wants to
talk to you about it.

Did you tell him I have
a lot to accomplish in my life

and cannot afford to be killed
by an unchewed sausage?

Not in those exact words.

Did you bring
the coupon?

Hi. Welcome.

You must be the Cooper family.

We are.

Right on, right on.

This must be Sheldon.

Put 'er there.

No, thank you.

Right on, right on.

Okay, well, here's how
I'd like to start. Mom and Dad,

why don't you come talk to me
first, and then, Sheldon,

you and I have
a little rap session.

Folks?

(quietly):
Right on, right on.

Feel free to read
any of my comics.

And you guys feel free
to sit on my beanbag!

40 cents? Outrageous.

ADULT SHELDON:
As fate would have it,

the comic I picked up
was called X-Men.

Young mutants
with incredible powers

who were feared
and misunderstood

by the entire world.

Hey, it's about me.

Now, the thing
you have to understand is

Shelly is
incredibly bright.

I mean, his IQ is right up there
with Albert Einstein

and that English
wheelchair fella.

- Cool.
- He's nine years old

and he's in high school, so you
can't judge him like other kids.

- I hear ya.
- George,

tell him about
how he's always going

on and on about
subatomic particles and such.

Oh, he'll get to gabbin'
about it.

We're accustomed
to his quirks and oddities.

But this whole "being afraid
of solid foods" thing,

it's got us thrown.

Okay.
Let me just start by saying

you came to the right place.

Sheldon and I happen
to have a lot in common.

I, too, was
a special little boy.

In the fourth grade,
I was reading

at a seventh grade level.

And I don't have to tell you
where I was

by the seventh grade.

Tenth.

I'm gonna give
the beanbag a whirl.

What are y'all watching?

Little Rascals.

You know most of those kids
are dead, right?

What?

Alfalfa, Stymie, Buckwheat.

Even Petey the dog?

Oh, especially Petey the dog.

Thanks for making it
depressing.

You're very welcome.

Y'all want to go get
some ice cream?

What about dinner?

What about it? Come on.

Is ALF dead?

No, but it's just
a matter of time.

You'd be surprised how many
children have food phobias.

- Is that so?
- Oh, yeah. When I was Sheldon's age,

I was afraid of
that weird skin

- on top of puddin'.
- Really?

Me, too. You know, you put
a little Saran Wrap on...

George.

Sheldon?

Where the hell did he go?

Sheldon?

Couldn't have gone far.

Why not?

Right on, right on.

(line ringing)

I checked the bathroom,
the stairs.

He's not in the building.

I'm worried.
No one's answering at home.

Stay calm. We'll find him.

You know,

when I was a kid...

Shut up.

Well...

ADULT SHELDON: It wasn't typical
for me to wander out into

the urban jungle on my own,
but I was on a mission.

I had gotten my first taste
of serialized superheroes,

and I needed more.

(bell jingles)

Excuse me,
do you have X-Men #137?

I'd like to know
what happens next, please.

Back bin in the corner.

What are you doing here?

Oh, hello, Tam.

I thought you said
comic books are for children.

I'm a complicated young man.

I think we should
call the police.

We don't need the police.
We'll find him.

This is all my fault.

He ran away because
we took him to a therapist.

That's $15 we ain't
getting back.

That's what you're
worried about?

No. Course not.

And Sheldon's fine.

You know what he's like.

If someone took him,

(chuckles): I'm sure
they'll bring him right back.

♪♪

I'm enjoying this,
but I'm having trouble

with the onomatopoeia.

The what?

The onomatopoeia.

Words that imitate sounds.

"Kthoom." "Snikt."

"Bamf."

Writers shouldn't
make up words.

Somebody made up
"onomatopoeia."

You challenge me.
I like that.

Meemaw, are you gonna have
any more babies?

Good Lord, no!

She's too old
to have any more babies.

Don't have to have 'em.
You live long enough,

your hair and your teeth
start falling out,

you start wetting the bed,
you get to be one.

(laughs) That's funny.

We're gonna have to
put a diaper on you.

You won't be laughing
when you're doing it.

I might be.

(laughter)

Hey, Meemaw, next to Sheldon,
who's smarter, me or Georgie?

Me, of course.

Why you?

My head's bigger.

It doesn't matter.

Tonight is not about Sheldon.

Yeah, right. Everything's
always about Sheldon.

Yeah. Most of the time,

it's like we don't even exist.

I guess Sheldon does get
most of the attention.

Maybe that's a good thing.

How?

Well, if it weren't for him,
your parents would be

on your ass all the time.

Yeah. I guess I never thought
about it that way before.

You kidding me? Right now,
they would be nagging you

about cleaning your room

and doing
your homework.

Instead, you're sitting
in a parking lot,

eating a Blizzard for dinner.

- With cookie dough in it.
- Exactly.

While Sheldon is stuck sitting
in some boring shrink's office.

Mom told me they were
taking him for a haircut.

Oh. Yeah.

Right.

Well, when he gets home,
say his hair looks good.

♪♪

What?

Nothing.

♪♪

You want one?

No.

Well...

if you change your mind,
help yourself.

ADULT SHELDON: I didn't
have to read many comic books

to understand that
every superhero had a weakness,

something they had to overcome

through an extraordinary act
of courage.

For Cyclops,
it was the loss of Jean Grey.

For Rogue, it was human touch.

For me, it was food
that required chewing.

So if I truly was a mutant,
I would have to do the same.

♪♪

On this day,
I would not be defeated.

Because this was
the day I became...

...The Chewer.

Just like that,
I overcame my fear of choking.

All that was left
was my fear of dogs,

birds, insects, germs,

hugging, button fly pants,

rivers, ponds, lakes, oceans,

estuaries, corduroy,
root vegetables,

squeaky balloons,
tinted windows,

take a penny, leave a penny,
fireworks,

potbelly stoves, dust bunnies,

that fuzz on peaches. Ugh.

What I find interesting
is how many supervillains

are scientists:
Doctor Octopus,

Doctor Doom, Lex Luthor,

Green Goblin,
the list goes on and on.

So?

So if the world
doesn't respect me,

I might change sides.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Uh-oh.

Good luck.

(sighs)

ADULT SHELDON: I tried
to explain to my parents

that a mutant named Cyclops,

who shoots laser beams
out of his eyes,

helped me eat a licorice stick.

Went right over their heads.