SHELDON There is a nemesis. A twelve-year-old nemesis. He is stealing my thunder!
SHELDON Mother, we need to take a trip to Houston.
SHELDON Meemaw! I need the car. I must drive to Houston immediately.
Sheldon’s jaw drops.
Sheldon is sitting at his desk, bathed in the glow of his desk lamp. He is furiously typing on his laptop. Missy is lying in bed, throwing a tennis ball at the ceiling and catching it.
SHELDON Dr. Sturgis, have you seen the news about Evan O’Connor?
MEEMAW Don’t let Sheldon hear you say that. He’s been spinning like a top for two days.