(blushing, chopping carrots harder than necessary): “Sheldon Cooper, you were supposed to be asleep!”
looks at George. George looks at the empty beer. Missy mouths “Told you.” young sheldon s06e19 ppv
“Mother, I’ve run the numbers. The cost-per-minute of a Tyson fight is $0.86. That’s inefficient but acceptable. The cost-per-minute of a Barbara Mandrell concert is $0.42. But the cost-per-minute of the ‘PPV event’ you and Dad watched last Saturday—the one you told me was ‘wrestling’—was $1.50. And there was no wrestling ring. Just a poorly lit bedroom set and dialogue consisting primarily of sighs.” The cost-per-minute of a Tyson fight is $0
“The glow from the descrambler box illuminated my doorframe. A design flaw. I suspect Dad didn’t pay for it. He used a ‘black box.’ Which means we’re stealing the sighs. That’s morally inconsistent with our church’s stance on marital relations.” But the cost-per-minute of the ‘PPV event’ you
The PPV Principle
Sheldon has just calculated the exact launch trajectory for a model rocket he and Dr. Sturgis are building. But his mind snags on a different problem: his parents’ new habit of ordering “adult pay-per-view” events.
The Coopers’ living room, a Tuesday night in 1993. The TV is off. Sheldon is pacing.