George Sr. finally puts down the paper. He looks at the separated, lonely sausages. He looks at Sheldon. He then slowly, deliberately, picks up the burnt one . He bites it in half. Chews. Maintains eye contact.
Sheldon picks up his bowl. He walks toward the garage. Halfway there, he stops. young sheldon s01e04 bdmv
Don’t be absurd. I don’t have a sufficient dowry of ketchup packets. George Sr
Sheldon picks up a fork and begins, with surgical precision, to separate the sausages. He creates a one-centimeter gap between each link. He looks at Sheldon
They’re not friends. They’re adjacent. There is a qualitative difference. When sausages touch, their flavors intermingle via osmotic transfer. The porkiness of one bleeds into the next, creating a statistical average of mediocrity. I require discrete units of breakfast meat.
SHELDON (9, starched collar, bow tie) enters. He stops. He does not sit. He observes the plate with the detached horror of a scientist discovering a new species of parasitic wasp.
(Without looking up from paper) Son. Eat a sausage or go to school hungry. Your choice.