- Sheldon: Dad, can we afford a computer?
- George Sr.: You do my taxes. What do you think?
- Sheldon: [pause] Never mind.
- [Dr. Eberland is questioning Sheldon's parents about his conversation with Sheldon]
- Dr. Eberland: Um, "Radio Shack"?
- Mary: He's trying to figure out how to help NASA land rockets.
- Dr. Eberland: Oh. That's a nice thing.
- George Sr.: He's just doing it out of spite.
- [Dr. Eberland is taking a medical history on Sheldon]
- Dr. Eberland: Does he smoke?
- Mary: 'Course not. He's nine.
- Dr. Eberland: [chuckles] I started at his age. B-but only when I drank.
- Missy: I don't wanna die. I've only kissed one boy so far.
- Mary: What?
- Missy: Relax. It was a long time ago.
- George Sr.: Are you relaxed?
- George Sr.: Sheldon, get up.
- Sheldon: [Face buried in the couch] What's the point?
- George Sr.: We're going to Houston.
- Sheldon: [Looks up] Really?
- George Sr.: Yeah. You and me are gonna give those space monkeys a little talking' to.
- Sheldon: [Voiceover] I often found my father to be a strange and puzzling man, but in that moment, I never loved him more.
- George Sr.: Alright here's the deal - my kid's got a damn ulcer 'cause of you, so either you take him seriously, or you're gonna be taking *me* seriously.
- [Sheldon has been diagnosed with an ulcer]
- Dr. Eberland: Has he been under some unusual stress lately?
- Sheldon: Yes. She won't take me to Radio Shack.
- George Sr.: Go wait outside.
- Sheldon: [to Dr. Eberland] I've read some interesting research about treating ulcers with antimicrobials.
- George Sr.: Go!
- Sheldon: [leaving exam room] And you're surprised I have an ulcer.
- George Sr.: I'm surprised I *don't* have one!