(to himself) Tensor calculus on Tuesday. And maybe… a stepdad.
(whispering to girl) That’s my brother. He does calculus for fun. Don’t make eye contact — he might explain prime numbers.
(to Sturgis) He grows on you. Like fungus. But the fancy kind.
(nodding) I suppose so. Goodnight, family unit.
(under his breath) Some of us are ready for Mars, Richard. EXT. COOPER HOUSE – EVENING
Sheldon knocks. DR. JOHN STURGIS (60s, gentle, wild eyebrows) opens the door in a cardigan. He sees Sheldon first, then Meemaw.
He’s ours. God just… added extra instructions. INT. COOPER HOUSE – SHELDON’S BEDROOM – NIGHT