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Previously on Young Sheldon...

Sheldon Cooper.

What?

I finished reading it.
My name's Sheldon Cooper.

What... You finished it?

Yes.

Impressive.

Wha-- You should major
in computer science.

No, thanks. I'll stick
to real science.

Excuse me, but
you're not Evan.

True.

Where's Evan?
Elsewhere.

So you don't know?

True.

Oh, good. You met Joaquin.

Proper introductions were not
made. What's he doing here?

Uh, he's helping me
write an algorithm

so, uh, we can beat
the stock market.

Why?

Uh, well, so we can get rich,
buy cool cars and get girls.

But mostly the girls.

Isn't the search for knowledge
its own reward?

Uh, yeah, sure, if the
knowledge helps you get girls.

That seems like a lot
of unnecessary effort

just to meet females.

Yeah, we've tried
talking to them.

Actual disaster.

You want to help us?

I don't need to meet girls.

In fact, I'd like
to know fewer people, not more.

You could use the money
to buy yourself something fun.

Ooh, like a particle accelerator
or 100 tanks of liquid nitrogen.

I was thinking
of a hot tub, but okay.

I can't get you
to take a shower,

and-and you want a hot tub?

Girls like hot tubs.

How much would it cost to build
a particle accelerator?

Conservatively,
four to ten billion dollars.

Then you need to help us.

Hmm. Well,
I haven't done much coding,

but I am good at everything.

Okay, I'm in charge.

Scoot.

What are you watching?
Travis Lemon.

The crazy church guy?

He's not crazy.
Well, his hair is.

Well, I got news for y'all.

Jesus wants you to prosper.

He wants you to have nice
things, a life of abundance.

Says so right here in the book.

"My God shall supply all your
needs according to His riches

in glory by Jesus Christ."

He's right. It does say that.

When's it's over?
I want to watch MTV.

Reverend Travis has a band.

They rock pretty hard.

The same is true for you.

Jesus fed 5,000 people
with five loaves of bread,

but somebody had
to give him those loaves.

And that's what I need from you.

Every dollar you donate

to the Travis Lemon ministry
will be returned to you tenfold!

Tenfold, my sweet patootie.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap.

Daphne, get the address
on the screen?

So you get the checkbook out,

and you show how much
you love the Lord,

and the Lord will love you back.

And when your neighbor asks you,

"Where'd you get that new
Cadillac?" you tell 'em,

"On the corner
of Heaven and Saved."

Oh, what the heck.

All right, Steve-arooni,
let's hit it!

Hey, Missy.
Hey. What are you doing?

Just breaking in my new shoes
for school.

They're brown.

Cool.

Can I watch your TV?

Sure.

That squeaking you're hearing
is my new shoes.

♪ Getting edgy all the time... ♪

Where's your mom at?

She went to my Aunt Sylvia's
for a few days.

Aunt Sylvia has a big lump
on her neck.

So you're alone?

Just me and my chickens.

Billy, we have
to throw a party.

For the chickens?

No! For us!
Why?

What do you mean "why"?
Your mom's not home.

What would we do? Play games?

Yeah, drinking games.

Like when you paid me a dollar
to chug a gallon of milk?

That was a different game,
and I'm sorry.

Boy, did I throw up.

For this party,
I'm thinking beer.

We're not old enough
to drink beer.

That's why kids'll come.

Smart.

Do you think they'll like eggs?

I have so many eggs.

What's that
A-sub-one-variable?

It's undefined.

It's defined
in the previous subroutine.

Oh, my. That is elegant.

We don't use the word "elegant."

Why? What's wrong with it?

Well, last semester,
I invited a girl to my room

to look at my elegant coding,

and... she called the police,
so...

Understood.
So what happens next?

Uh, we just buy the stocks
the algorithm suggests.

With what?
Our student loan money.

How much are you in for?

Oh, my mother's
always warned me

against the evils of gambling.

Well, it's not gambling,
it-it's math.

Is your mother against math?

Well, when you use it to prove

the Earth wasn't made in seven
days, she gets a little touchy.

It's your call.

Particle accelerator,
or no particle accelerator?

Let me fetch my money sock.

You keep your money in a sock?

My meemaw keeps her
money in her bra.

Does she like hot tubs?

So how are you and Dale
getting along?

Well, I rode a bike seven miles

to have coffee with you,
so that should tell you.

Not going well?

Oh, it's fine.

It's just, after you've lived

by yourself for a long time,

having a roommate takes
a little getting used to.

I'm sure Dale's doing his best.

That's my fear.

Mare, what's this $50
to an "R.T.L.M."?

Reverend Travis Lemon
Ministries.

I made a donation.

The goofy guy with the hair?

He's not goofy,

and he preaches the gospel
in a way that speaks to me.

Yeah, well, let me speak to you.

We can't be throwing away
50 bucks.

We are not throwing it away.

We are gonna get
that money back plus some.

Oh, honey, now, come on.

You can't possibly
believe that B.S.

Maybe. Reverend Travis says
that Jesus wants us to prosper.

Is that why

he huffed and puffed
and blew my house down?

I'm cancelling this check.
Don't you dare.

Mary, this is groceries
for a week.

We will get it back.
We just need to have faith.

Will you talk some sense
into your daughter?

If I could talk sense into her,

she would never
have married you.

She had to marry me
because I got her pregnant. Ha!

Huh.

He ain't wrong about the money.

Thank you!

Well, gentlemen,
we've doubled our income

in a little over eight hours.

I'm gonna need a bigger sock.

The good news is,
our algorithm is working,

and it's getting more efficient
with every trade.

Which is why
we have to stay strong.

We can't expect
to be millionaires overnight.

It'll take...

12 to 14 business days.

It's actually
gonna happen.

I'm gonna have sex.

Where are you going?

To take a shower.

Hey, can I talk to you?

Yeah. What's up?

Actually, in there.

You ain't pregnant, are you?

No. How could you say that?!

Been known to happen.

Okay.

So, Billy's mom's away,
and we're throwing a party.

All right.

Do you think if I took some
of Dad's beer, he'd notice?

Do you think he'd notice?

Okay, dumb question.

Anyways, you're too young.
You shouldn't be drinking.

You just asked
if I was pregnant.

Well, don't do either.

So you wouldn't buy us a case
of beer if I gave you the money?

Missy, I'm not old
enough to buy beer.

That's never stopped you before.

And I'm ashamed of myself.

I'll tell you what I can do.

I got something for a party
that's better than beer.

What?

Bottle rockets, Roman candles,
M80s, the works.

Oh, sure. Thanks.

You're not excited now,
but trust me,

you blow up one mailbox,
and you got yourself a party.

Need a hand?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, so, when you were my age,
did you go any parties?

Oh, yeah.

The good ones I remember,
the great ones... gone.

That is so cool.

Ah, I was pretty cool.

You get invited to one?

Kind of.

Ooh, tell me.

I'm sort of helping
my friend throw it.

First party. That's a big deal.

Any advice?

Hmm. Well, for starters,

music is key.

You want it good,
you want it loud,

but not so loud the cops come.

Although, if they do,
you're a legend.

Damn.

And if you have make-out spots,

you want to keep 'em private,
but not too private.

You know, closets, pantries.

You want to keep
your guests standing.
Makes sense.

Mm-hmm.

And, um, I've heard

at some of these parties
there's drinking?

Oh.

Well... yeah, sometimes,

but, uh,

fun can be had without... it.

Uh-huh,
but just in case,

would you buy it for us?

No.
Why not?

Because you're a kid.

You were a kid.

Yeah, but it was different.
How?

The point is,
I'm a mom now.

A cool mom.

Not that cool.

Besides, the only
underage person

that I'm gonna buy alcohol for
is the father of my child.

You really aren't cool.

Thanks for seeing me.

Of course,
my door is always open.

Smoke?

I'm good. I'll just
breathe in yours.

Suit yourself.

Could we have
a little privacy?

I'll just be listening
at the door.

She does.

So, what can
we do for you?

Well, I was thinking
maybe it was time

for Mary to come back
to the church.

You know, be a part
of your herd again.

We say flock.

Although, Texas--
herd works.

With all the beef
and whatnot.

Well, Mary's always welcome.

Great.

Oh. Maybe you could use her
back here in the office.

Nah, we got things covered.

Do you need
to answer that?

No, they'll call back.

Peg, please.

All right, bossy.

So, uh...

what do you think?

Mary said she wants
to come back?

Not in so many words.

But I know
if you asked her,

it would just mean
the world to me,

to her, to us...

To God.

I'll pray on it.

Great.

I'll pray on it later.

Right. Sure.

Fascinating.

Why aren't you doing
what I tell you?

We rich yet?

Yeah, we better be.

Evan went nuts.

He got garlic sticks.

Did either of you
authorize the algorithm

to make foreign trades?

No.
No.

Well, that's what it's doing.

We own 7,000 shares
of Chow Fat Enterprises

on the Hong Kong exchange.

Fascinating.

That's what I said.

It's trading on its own?

It would seem so.

Uh, we... need to
stop it, pull the plug.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Are we up or down?

We're up.

Then what's the problem?

The problem is
we've lost control.

This is
Frankenstein's monster.

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

What?

To reanimate life was

an incredible
scientific achievement.

The real bad guys
in the story are

the ignorant villagers.

You were on
the monster's side?

Unfairly hounded
for being different?

You betcha.

Guys, guys, guys.

Chow Fat stock just split.

We have 14,000 shares.

So, we created an algorithm
that's evolving by itself

and becoming a new
form of intelligence?

And I, Sheldon Cooper,

wholeheartedly think
it's terrific.

It may be listening.

How do we do this?

We just got to wait
for someone

who's old enough to buy beer

but young enough to be cool.

Got it.

Try him.
Excuse me, sir--

Buy your own beer.

Thank you.

I think he was onto us.

Let me try.

Hey.
Hey.

Would you buy me beer?
I forgot my ID at home.

How old are you?

Um...

thirty.

Twenty-five?

This isn't working.

Maybe the party was
a bad idea.

Hey, mister,

will you buy us some beer?

I'm not old enough.

Those guys thought
I was a grown-up.

Billy!

What?

- Here's your change.
- Thank you.

♪ I'm on my way to Italy ♪

♪ From the Gulf of Mexico... ♪

You can go now.

Thank you.

Howdy, neighbor.

Pastor Jeff,
how nice to see you.

Am I interrupting
anything?

No, no, come on in.

So, what brings you by?

Well, I've been
thinking, uh,

we really miss you
over at the church

and maybe you might
consider coming back.

Well...

that's awful kind of you,
but I've joined a new church.

Oh! The Methodists got you,
didn't they?

Oh, no.

Reverend Travis Lemon.

Oh, not the fella
with the hair.

Mary, he's
a snake oil salesman,

taking people's money

and promising 'em
all kinds of riches.

Well...

Then how do you explain
this check I got from the IRS?

$800.

I sent Reverend Travis $50

and that came
the very next day.

Oh, come on.

It had to be in the mail
before you sent your money in.

Did it?

Of course. I'm as patriotic
as the next guy,

but our postal service
flat-out sucks.

Excuse my French.

Well, we disagree.

Reverend Travis says
that the Lord wants me

to be prosperous
and I believe him.

This is nothing
but a coincidence.

You overpaid your taxes,

you got a refund,
Jesus has nothing to do with it.

You sound like Sheldon.

I believe I know my way out.

Mm.

♪ Like me care for you? ♪

♪ Ah♪
♪ Why do I bother... ♪

Help me move this,
will you?

What are you doing?

Making a dance floor.

I'm a very good dancer.
Really?

My mom says so. Watch.

♪ I saw the sign ♪

♪ And it opened up my eyes... ♪

I'll get it.

♪ Life is demanding... ♪

Sparks' residence.
Hey, sweetie.

Oh. Hey, Mom.

You okay there
all by yourself?

I'm not by myself,
Missy's here.

W-wait, she's not here.

Put her on.

Okay.

♪ But where do you belong? ♪

Hey, Mrs. Sparks.

What are y'all up to?

Just hanging out.

Cut the crap.

You throwing a party,
ain't you?

What? No.

Relax, I'm all for it.

I want my son to have a life.

Wait, he's invited right?

'Course. We're just
making a dance floor.

Oh, God, Missy,
do not let him dance.

♪ Bring me joy? ♪

♪ Under the pale moon. ♪

- Lord, I know everyone thinks
- I'm being foolish

giving money
to Reverend Travis,

but why wouldn't you want us
to be prosperous?

You love us, it makes sense.

And I got that IRS check,
which feels like a sign.

And I think I know a sign
when I see one.

Ugh. Oh!

Oh!

Ew!

What's going on?

A bird did its business
in my eye.

Better than your mouth, right?

You think you're funny?!

Yeah.

We may have a problem.

Oh, what's wrong?

The program's running
really slow.

We're losing money.

Well, what's happening?

It was fine this morning.

I don't know
if this is related,

but I did add
a new subroutine.

To do what?

To resolve
the inconsistencies

between general relativity
and quantum mechanics.

Why would you do that?

Because our algorithm's
so smart

and it's the biggest unanswered
question in the universe.

But it's messing
with the computer.

We're losing money.

What about my car?
What about girls?

Rest assured,
you solve general relativity,

the girls will be lined up
around the block to kiss you.

Someone's having a party
and we weren't invited.

Gosh darn it.

Stupid car.

Oh!

Make it stop.
I'm trying, it doesn't want to.

I think it finds the question
too interesting.

Ooh, but it's messing
with the computer.

We're losing everything.
I don't know
what else to do.

You could have just
unplugged it.

Or at least
opened the window.

I showered for nothing.

You know, honey,
nothing much you can do

about a broken toe.

Unless you think
Reverend Travis can fix it.

Maybe I'll stick it
up your butt.

Mary Cooper. Language.

I'm going to bed.

Ah!

I'm in.

My bottom is scorched,
don't look at it.

And as we're passing
the collection plate,

let's give a warm welcome
to the Coopers

who are back in the fold.

Our donation room
is looking

a little empty
after the tornado.

So please bring in
your canned goods,

your used clothing--

Is that beer?
Oh, my--

Anyway, welcome back Coopers.

Please turn to page 37
in your hymnals.