All language subtitles for young sheldon s04e03.Training Wheels and an Unleashed Chicken.eng

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- So, he's really good to graduate?
- He sure is.

Do you think I can make it from one end

of the college campus to the other

in under ten minutes,
including a bathroom break?

How important is the bathroom break?

Very. The class schedules are designed

for fully grown bladders,
and mine is child-sized.

One other bit of business.

Since you're graduating
top of the class,

that makes you our valedictorian.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

You seem surprised.

Well, it's quite an accomplishment.

In this school? I don't think so.

We're really gonna miss you.

I've always
enjoyed math word problems.

Try wrapping your noggin
around this one.

A brilliant young boy named Sheldon

is about to start college.

He needs to get from
his linear algebra class

to his physics class,
which is 822 meters away.

If his stride is 23 inches long

and he only has ten minutes,

how many steps would he
have to take per minute

to make it on time?
It's a doozy, isn't it?

Don't worry.

I'll show my work.

First, we must determine the
maximum velocity achievable

without breaking a sweat.

Sweating is for jocks

and those who are worried the jig is up.

Hi, Sheldon.

Not now, Billy. I'm in the
middle of a math problem.

Okay.

Darn it.

What are you looking for?

Chest hairs.

Is there any chance I'll hit puberty

in the next few weeks?

Oh, God, I hope not. Why?

The campus is so big,

I'll never make it from
one class to another

without a solid dose of testosterone.

Maybe they'll let you leave
early so you'll have time.

But the end of the class is when
I point out the teacher's mistakes.

Everybody loves that.

I'd say run across campus,

but I know how you feel about sweating.

It's the urine of the skin.

Why not ride your bike?

I considered that, but
I can't let my colleagues

see me with training wheels.
They'll think I'm a child.

- Can't have that.
- Mm-mm.

See any fuzz growing?

Let me look.

Hey.

No, Meemaw! Bad Meemaw.

What do you want?

I was hoping you could help
me build up my leg muscles

to increase my speed.

If you don't want people
chasing you, be less annoying.

It's so I can get to my classes on time.

Sheldon, you know you
ain't gonna work out.

I will. This is important.

Fine.

Here. Hold these.

Now, keep your back straight

and bend your knees like this.

Dad, you're a football coach.

Do you use human growth hormone

to enhance the performance
of your players?

We lost our last game 63
to nine. What do you think?

I think you should look
into human growth hormone.

And if you do, send some this kid's way.

With no access
to controlled substances,

I was left with only one option.

Missy, will you teach me
to ride a bike tomorrow?

- Why not Mom?
- Working.

- Meemaw?
- Old.

- Dad?
- Fat.

Okay.

I'm such a good person.

All right. You're gonna pedal.

I'm gonna run behind and hold you up.

I'm nervous.

Just pedal. You'll be fine.

Ready?

- Not really.
- Go.

I'm doing it.

- Okay, I'm gonna let go.
- Don't let go.

- I'm letting go.
- Don't let go.

- I already let go.
- You let go?

I let go.

I'm doing it.

- You're doing it!
- I'm doing it!

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- Dad, Sheldon got hurt.
- How?

A chicken chased him into a mailbox.

Course it did.

If I knew you could run, I
would've let you teach him.

What happened?

Belinda got off her leash.

You okay?

My arm really hurts. I want Mom.

You got me. Now, let me take a look.

- Don't touch it.
- I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm sorry, but you are
too big to be delicate.

I'm delicate.

Just want to see if you can bend it.

I can't. It hurts too much.

I'm gonna take him
to the emergency room.

Come on.

- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

Have fun!

_

This is bad.

You're gonna be just fine.

This is the arm I write with.

This is the arm I eat with.

This is the arm I do
the Vulcan salute with.

Ow.

It's not too swollen.
That's a good sign.

You're not a doctor.

But I see this on the
football field all the time.

Football players are meant to be hurt.

I'm meant to be cherished.

Okay. Looks like you
fractured your ulna.

Oh, no.

Two weeks in a cast,
you'll be good as new.

- A cast? Don't those get sweaty?
- Mm-hmm.

- They can.
- And itchy?

- A little.
- Can it get wet?

Not supposed to.

Then how am I supposed to take a shower?

Well, some people wrap
it in a garbage bag.

That's where garbage goes.

Did you get a discount doctor
because we're poor?

Shelly, you okay?

- I fractured my ulna.
- He's fine.

I told you you didn't
need to come down here.

My baby is in the emergency room.

Yeah, with his father.

Who let him get hurt.

Me? I wasn't even there.

If anything, it was Missy's fault.

And Belinda Sparks.

- Who?
- A chicken.

What does a chicken
have to do with this?

You know what, I'm gonna
let the nurse come in

and put the cast on.

Don't worry, baby.
You're gonna be just fine.

Thanks, Mom.

That's what I been
saying the whole time.

But she cherishes me.

That's so cool.

Can I sign it?

Why?

'Cause that's what kids do.

Why would I care what kids do?

So when it's over, you can
have a cool reminder?

I don't want a reminder.
This is traumatic.

I might need counseling.

Come on, don't be lame. Let me sign it.

You're just gonna write something mean.

You don't commit a crime
and sign your own name.

Learned that one the hard way.

Oh.

Hey, Brenda.

Hey. I just wanted to check in

and see how Sheldon's doing.

He'll be fine. It's
just a little fracture.

Oh. Poor kid.

Please know we feel terrible.

Eh, accidents happen.

Hey, speaking of accidents,

which this clearly was,

insurance covers everything, right?

If you're worried about me
sending you a bill, don't be.

Wasn't worried.

I just wanted to bring you
some food as a peace offering

and promise it will never happen again.

Well, thanks.

Ooh, fried chicken.

Never again.

"I hope your arm gets better soon.

XO, Missy". See?

- Nothing mean.
- Thank you.

My sister could have a big heart.

If only that were true of her brain.

That's the wrong "your".

What are you talking about?

It's supposed to be Y-O-U-R.

What you wrote means, "I
hope you are arm gets better".

Oh.

You defaced my body
with a grammatical error.

I guess that's your problem. Y-O-U-R.

Left-handed knocking. Wild.

- Georgie?
- What?

You're left-handed. Now
that I've joined your ranks,

I was wondering if you
could tell me what to expect.

I don't know. To me, it's just normal.

But the vast majority of
people are right-handed.

There must be some challenges.

It's hard to cut stuff with scissors.

Mom handles most of my cutting needs.

Uh, when you shake hands,
it's the wrong hand.

I don't shake hands. It's disgusting.

Oh! When driving,

the gear shifter's on the right side.

And I'm not old enough to drive.

Being a lefty doesn't seem so bad.

I don't know why you complain so much.

Don't worry, baby.

I cut everything into
bite-size pieces for you.

Maybe you could chew it up
and spit it in his mouth.

- Please?
- Let's just say grace.

Will you two help him with his mittens?

Maybe he doesn't wear them.

Then I'm not holding hands.

We ain't got to hold hands? Sweet.

- I like when we hold hands.
- We are holding hands.

Let's go. Mittens.

- Fine.
- Fine.

Gently. Gently.

I'm doing it gently.

Well, your tone suggests otherwise.

Just give me your hand.

Gently.

There.

Bless us, Lord, for the food
we are about to receive,

and bless the hands that prepared it.

And bless Sheldon's arm
to heal strong and quick.

Strongly and quickly.

Amen.

Amen.

I've never operated a fork
with my left hand before.

I hope this goes well.

When my buddy Mikey got
the cast off his leg,

you would not believe how
skinny and smelly it was.

Like beef jerky with toes.

Can we please just eat?

Chicken's good.

Mrs. Sparks made it.

Huh?

My first bathroom attempt.

Let's hope this goes well.

Let me know if you need help.

I think I'll be okay.

It's just number one.

I'm here if you need me.

Mom, I can't get my zipper down!

I'm coming.

I am not saying

my mother and I had a
codependent relationship.

Mom, I can't get my zipper up!

I'm on my way!

But she did
have a tendency to baby me,

and boy howdy, was I okay with that.

- How's this?
- It's like I'm doing it myself.

Mm.

Mm-mm.

Ooh, you got it.

Yup, chicken.

I don't have to tell you to be gentle.

No, you don't.

- Washcloth?
- Washcloth.

Soap?

Soap.

Shampoo?

Shampoo.

Baby shampoo?

Does E equal MC squared?

Love you.

"The quantum properties of
matter are to be associated

with incompletely
defined potentialities,

which can be more
definitely realized..."

All right, you're gonna pedal.

I'm gonna run behind and hold you up.

I'm nervous.

Just pedal. You'll be fine.

You're gonna get hurt!

What?

Put us back on!

Mom?

You need us. We'll keep you safe!

This is weird.

We're a team.

You and I belong together.

No. I have to grow up and go to college.

Forever!

Getting weirder.

Forever...

and ever!

Forever and ever and ever.

"That is, if we try
to picture the position..."

No.

Mom's my training wheels.

I can't have training wheels.

- Mom's my training wheels.
- Lot of noise over there.

Everything okay?

I'm not sure.

What's going on?

Ugh. He was muttering in his sleep that

I am his training wheels.

What on earth does that mean?

Well, let's think about it.

Training wheels are for little kids.

Maybe he doesn't want
to be a little kid anymore.

What does that have to do with me?

You have made it your life's
mission to hold him up.

What are you saying here?

That I am wrong to love
and protect my son?

That he doesn't need his mother
to keep an eye on him?

I'm not saying that. I...

I would never say that.

All right then.

I'm not an idiot.

Did you have

a tough time when your kids
started being independent?

I'll let you know.

What does that mean?

Means one of 'em is still
sitting in my kitchen

whining about something.

Could you be supportive for once?

Yes, watching your kids grow up is hard.

So how do you handle it?

I find a little bourbon in
my coffee does the trick.

And we're back to being not helpful.

Look, you haven't even gotten
to the worst part of it yet.

They're gonna leave home.

- They're gonna move to another city.
- Oh, Lord.

They're gonna tell you

their loser boyfriend
has knocked them up.

- Just to be clear, that would be you.
- Sorry.

- Turned my hair gray overnight.
- I said sorry.

Clearly, you're not in the mood to help.

Listen, it's hard being a parent,

but if you do it right, they
don't need you anymore.

Well, I don't like that.

I get it, but I just don't like it.

Well, I'd point out, you'll
always have your husband,

but you want me to be "helpful".

Johannes Diderik van der Waals.

Nils Gustaf Dalén.

Heike Kamerlingh Onnes.

What are you going?

Listing Nobel Prize winners in physics.

Why?

To keep me from cracking
this cast like a coconut

and scratching my skin off.

I need Mom to sing "Soft Kitty".

Don't do it.

Why?

You're being a baby again.

But I'm injured.

Big deal. You broke your arm.

Look at Stephen Hawking over there.

He's in a wheelchair.

You don't hear him whining
about it with his robot voice.

So you're saying he and
I are brilliant minds

who have both suffered
great physical adversity.

That's not even close
to what I'm saying.

Well, that's what I heard.

And if Hawking doesn't let it stop him,

then I can't let this cast stop me.

Great. Go back to sleep.

I will, and I'll do it all by myself.

- ♪ Soft kitty, warm kitty ♪
- Oh, my God.

♪ Little ball of fur ♪

♪ Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr ♪

♪ Purr, purr. ♪

I did it.

Missy, I did it!

What?

I slept through the night.

What time is it?

6:14.

This is why people hate you.

My sister's crankiness
did not dampen my enthusiasm.

A chicken may have fractured my arm,

but nothing could
break my can-do spirit.

All in the bowl, none on me.

I call that a successful urination.

Great. Go teach your brother.

I will not be denied my jelly.

Yes!

Watch out, peanut butter. You're next.

Who would like to tell us

how God touched their lives this week?

Sheldon.

He didn't, because He doesn't exist.

Then why raise your hand?

Not just any hand. My left hand.

Because I'm able to
overcome any obstacle.

And maybe God helped you do that.

Actually, it was Stephen Hawking,

and he's better because he exists.

Yes, 'cause God made him. Anybody else?

- Billy.
- Is this gonna be on the test?

Oh, boy.

I took a moment

to reflect on my journey
of the last two weeks.

Such emotional growth was worthy
of a majestic bubble beard.

Perhaps my sister was right.

This was a time I'd want to remember.

Dad, will you sign my cast?

Sure.

And if you have any grammar
questions, please ask first.

"Have a great summer. Georgie".

Normally I'd write,
"Have a bitchin' summer",

but I figured you wouldn't like that.

I wouldn't.

My meemaw wrote...

"To my brave Moon Pie.

You handled this like a true Texan".

My mom wrote...

"Shelly, you'll always be my baby,

but I'm so proud of the
young man you've become.

Love, Mom".

And Billy wrote...

"Billy".

The next day, I got my cast off.

In a world where I valued symmetry,

I was relieved to see

that both my arms were
as pale and skinny as ever.

But this Texan had unfinished
business to tend to.

Want me to get you started?

No, I can do it.

And I did do it.

I rode my bike without
training wheels like an adult.

It would take more than a chicken

or the threat of a
fractured bone to scare me.

It would take a brown
beast named Scraps.

Aah!

Mommy?!

I rode my bike 11 miles that day.

Mommy!

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