(sighs) I know. It’s inefficient. It’s sentimental. It has no predictive power. But when I don’t know which way to go—she points north.
Sheldon sits on the couch. The TV is off. The house is quiet except for George snoring in the recliner. Mary comes in with tea.
Mary puts a plate in front of George.
(pause) Fine. But I reserve the right to recalibrate based on new data.
Is it the cosmic microwave background? String theory? The Riemann Hypothesis? young sheldon s04e10 m4p
Geometry is timeless, Dad. Like your love for beer. (Beat.) That was a compliment. Mostly.
You’ve been staring at the wall for an hour. Are you constipated, or philosophical? (sighs) I know
It’s not supposed to be. It’s supposed to help you sleep.