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Previously on Young Sheldon...
Can we talk?
We better.
What's going on?
I'm pregnant.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Sometimes these things ain't accurate.
Maybe take another one.
Here you go.
Two is convincing, but-but three...
I'm pregnant, Georgie!
What happens now?
I don't know.
I've never been knocked up by a 17-year-old before.
Well, if it helps, I turn 18 in March.
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What time are you home tonight?
Late. I'm working at Ballard's
after practice again.
How long can you keep this up?
Maybe I'll get fired from the high school
and only have one job to worry about.
- I'm sorry. - Me, too.
Oh, I'm assuming you heard the bad news.
What news?
Isaac Asimov died.
Oh, no, is that one of your school friends?
What? No, he's one of the most prolific
science fiction writers in the history of the genre.
Never heard of him.
Sure you have. He wrote I, Robot,
the Foundationtrilogy.
- Nope. - Nightfall? The Posotronic Man?
- You ever heard of this guy? - Mm-mm.
Caves of Steel. Hostess. The Naked Sun?
Whoever he is, sorry he died. Gotta go. Bye.
- Bye. - Astonishing.
Asimov wrote almost 500 books,
which was apparently 500 more
than my family had read.
Can I talk to you about something?
Come on, this is my coffee time.
It's more important than your coffee.
If I don't drink my coffee, I don't go to the bathroom.
That's important.
That girl I was seeing is pregnant.
You win. Sit.
My folks are gonna kill me.
They don't know yet?
You're the only person I told.
Oh, no, I don't want that.
Please help me.
All right, first things first.
Are you sure this kid's even yours?
Yeah. We've been sleeping together.
Well, that doesn't mean it's yours.
Maybe she cheated on me.
We can only hope.
How are you holding up?
With what?
- The death of Isaac Asimov. - Who?
Pop Pop's favorite science fiction writer, remember?
At this rate,
you're lucky I remember Pop Pop.
Well, he gave me Asimov's Foundation trilogy
for my fifth birthday.
I remember he used to try to get me to read that stuff.
Boring!
Boring? Asimov invented the laws of robotics
and the concept of a galactic empire.
If a book doesn't have a shirtless guy
with long hair on the cover, I ain't reading it.
- You're missing out. - I'm really not.
You haven't said a thing about my new car.
Oh. I hate it.
Do you think Pastor Jeff will let me babysit for him?
I don't know.
Their baby isn't even a year old yet.
Heather M. got ten bucks, and all she did was
watch MTV while her cousin slept.
What a scam.
It's not always that easy.
They lay there like a lump. How hard can it be?
Will you please just ask Pastor Jeff?
I don't think you're gonna like it.
You don't think I'm responsible enough.
All I said was I don't think you're gonna like it.
I don't like homework, but I do it.
I have seen your homework.
Is that how you're gonna take care of a baby?
Math is harder than babies.
Ooh, perhaps the cold dark matter we're looking for
is not the axion but the majoron.
Uh-huh.
That's it? I just laid down
some big boy science.
Sorry. We lost a great man today,
and no one seems to care.
Asimov?
Yes, Asimov.
I told three people the news, and you know what they said?
- "Who's that?" - Exactly.
What's wrong with the world? The man's a legend.
I didn't know you were a fan.
Ever since I read The Naked Sun.
I'll admit, I came for the naked,
but I stayed for the interplanetary conspiracies.
Have you read The Gods Themselves?
"We cannot stop Estwald."
"We are Estwald!"
Who's Estwald?
You don't know him either?
I know who Asimov is, but I've never read his work.
Talk about big boy science.
The man coined the term "robotics."
Ooh.
Maybe we could have a book club.
My social schedule is astonishingly open.
What a lovely way to honor Asimov's life.
It'll be like my mom's Bible study,
but we know the characters aren't real.
What book should we start with?
That naked one sounded good.
It's Georgie.
What?
I know I was a little freaked out
- the last time I was here. - You should be.
But I had some time to think,
and there's something I need to ask you.
Yeah?
Are you sure that baby's mine?
She did not like that question at all.
So the baby's yours?
What am I gonna do?
Is there any chance she might decide not to have it?
Put it up for adoption?
Not happening. She's keeping it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed being young and carefree,
because that ship has sailed.
Not helpful.
No.
All right. I know what I need to do.
Tell your parents?
Do the right thing and marry her.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Georgie...
no one has to get married here.
Well, my dad got my mom pregnant, and he married her.
Rushing into marriage with someone you hardly know
is a bad idea.
Maybe we could be happy together.
How does she feel about you right now?
Pissed. But she's pregnant,
so it's probably just chick hormones.
Well, tell her that and see what happens.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I just had to talk to Dale.
You all right? You look like you saw a ghost.
Yeah, I'm good.
Look, I know I've been busy,
but if you ever want to talk, I'm around.
Actually, uh...
I-I... I got a... I got a girl pregnant.
What the hell's the matter with you?!
Hello?
I said if you ever want to talk, I'm here.
Thanks. Gotta go.
Guess what. Dr. Sturgis, Dr. Linkletter and I
are starting an Isaac Asimov book club.
That's nice.
I'm glad you think so because you should join.
And I think no.
- But this is perfect for you. - Why?
Because three smart people will be there to explain things
that go over your head.
I'm gonna bonk you over your head in a minute.
What if it's just a short story? Would you read it then?
Why do you care if I read this?
Let's see. Perhaps it has something to do
with Pop Pop dying before we ever got to
discuss the books he gave me.
How short a story?
Nightfall's only 30 pages.
- Fine. - Excellent.
Why did you change your mind?
Because you made me feel bad about my dead husband.
Neat.
Pastor Jeff, this is Missy Cooper.
Hey there, Missy. What can I do for you?
This is about what I can do for you.
Okay.
How would you and your wife like a night away from the baby?
Maybe a movie? I hear Beethoven's funny.
It's about a big dumb dog.
- Are you offering to babysit? - Yes, I am.
'Cause I asked your mom about it a while back,
- and she said you weren't interested. - Oh, really?
Well, she's wrong.
Fantastic. How's Friday at 6:00?
Perfect. See you then.
What was the name of that dog movie again?
Beethoven.
And it's PG, so God's cool with it.
I saw Georgie stopped by earlier.
Well, yeah, he does that once in a while.
Yeah. Didn't realize y'all were so close.
Oh, uh, I wouldn't say close.
He might. I wouldn't.
So, uh, what'd he come by for?
Just to chat.
- Really? - Mm.
Well, I guess it's good he's comfortable talking to someone.
Uh-huh.
Instead of his own father.
I-I'm sure he'll talk to you.
Thanks.
And you're not gonna like it.
Mom, can I ask you a Bible question?
Always.
Lying's a sin, right?
Sure is.
Proverbs 12:22.
"The Lord detests lying lips,
but He delights in people who are trustworthy."
Does it say anything specifically
about lying to your pastor?
Did you lie to Pastor Jeff?
- No, but you did. - I did not.
You told him I wasn't interested in babysitting.
No.
I said I didn't think you were interested,
which, technically, was not a lie.
Why don't you trust me?
Because you can't even remember to take out the trash.
I remember. I just don't do it.
And for your information,
Pastor Jeff hired me to babysit this Friday.
- He did? - He did.
Okay. But if you need any help,
if you run into any problems whatsoever,
I am right next door and I want you to call me.
- I'll be fine. - Missy...
Okay!
Look, I'm taking out the trash.
I just put that bag in.
There's no pleasing you.
I was envious of my meemaw.
That night, she would get to experience
one of my favorite stories for the very first time.
"If the stars should appear
one night in a thousand years, how would men believe
and adore, and preserve for many generations,
the remembrance of the city of God?"
What?!
All right,
I would like to call the first meeting
of the Isaac Asimov book club to order.
I'm assuming everyone's read Nightfall?
I read it.
I may have dozed off a few times, but I read it.
I read it as well.
I found it quite compelling.
A planet that only experiences nightfall
once every 2,000 years.
And once it does, it drives everyone mad. Brilliant.
I found the tension between the scientists
and the religious cultists reminiscent of
some dinnertime conversations at my house.
What did you think, Connie?
Eh...
You didn't like it?
I don't need a story
set on some outer space planet
to tell me that people freak out about change.
Interesting.
People lost it when women started wearing pants
and getting jobs.
Everybody just overreacts to everything.
Is this because Coach Ballard got upset and broke up with you?
No.
You two broke up?
I'm sorry to hear that.
Terrible news.
Terrible. Terrible.
It's okay. I'm over it.
- Excellent. - Great.
Look at the four of us talking about Isaac Asimov.
Mm.
How rude of me, Connie.
Can I offer you a beverage?
- Soda, water, Snapple? - I'm fine.
I'd take a Snapple.
You know where the fridge is.
Can we get back to the book?
Yes, Connie, I'd love to hear
more of your thoughts on it.
I think I've said my piece.
I have some thoughts.
And we'll get to those in due time.
Don't you think Asimov did a remarkable job
of capturing the poetic terror of the coming darkness?
I'm not sure I got that.
Oh, listen to this.
"Dusk, like a palpable entity,
entered the room, and the dancing circle
of yellow lights about the torches
etched itself into ever-sharper distinction
against the gathering grayness beyond."
Powerful.
Wasn't it?
I'm going to Pastor Jeff's.
Oh, uh, okay. Good luck.
Call if you need anything.
Yeah.
You know, I was thinking, if you want,
you could bring the baby here. That could be fun.
To a house that isn't babyproofed?
That seems irresponsible.
Uh-huh.
Hello?
Hi, it's Dale.
Listen, you gotta tell your dad.
Well, I will, eventually.
Well, if you don't, I'm gonna.
I just need more time to figure things out.
Well, your dad's sniffing around here,
he's asking a lot of questions.
What kind of questions?
Like why are you talking to me instead of him?
Why does he care?
- His feelings are hurt. - That's weird.
I know. 'Cause talking to you ain't great.
Can I get a hand with something?
Yeah. Oh, gotta go. I love you, Mom. Bye-bye.
Your mom's still alive?
Huh?
"It was very horrible to go mad and know
that you were going mad.
To know that in a little minute,
you would be here physically,
and yet all the real essence
would be dead and drowned
in the black madness."
Bravo.
Now I would like to read
one of my favorite passages from the book.
I feel like I am all Asimov'd out.
- Let's hit the road. - Very well.
We can kick off the next meeting with it.
Perhaps I can bake some cookies.
I'm handy in the kitchen, you know.
I've had them, and they're dry.
- Hey. - Dad around?
He's still at work. Anything I can help you with?
No, I just need to talk to him.
I am never doing that again.
- Is the baby okay? - Yeah.
What's going on?
Babies are the worst.
That's what's going on.
She babysat for the first time.
And the last time.
Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that bad.
Look at this.
Food, powder, vomit, pee.
You don't want to know.
You should have called me.
When? I didn't have a minute to myself.
You were so right.
Well, it's not about me being right.
I need a shower and a bath.
Never again!
You okay?
Uh-huh.
Never again!
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
Not exactly.
- Why? - Why?
After Frick and Frack found out I was single,
they got all weird.
What do you mean?
All they did was discuss Asimov.
Sure. Maybe I misread the situation.
I can't believe you'd use our book club to hit on Connie.
And you didn't, Captain Cookies?
All right, if we're both gonna pursue her,
- let's lay down some ground rules. - Fair enough.
And my ginger snaps are moist and delicious!
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
But hearing you boys go on about it
did remind me of Pop Pop.
What did he used to say?
I wish I could remember.
But he did get all excited about it, like you.
Well, at least I have Dr. Sturgis and Dr. Linkletter
to share my enthusiasm.
Rule number one, no badmouthing each other
to gain favor with Connie.
Agreed. And whatever happens,
we can't let it affect our working relationship.
Our working relationship is already antagonistic.
True. What's next?
No using Sheldon to win points with Connie.
But he likes me better than you.
That's why I brought it up.
- Fine. - Fine.
- Fine!
Connie, Grant Linkletter.
Wonderful seeing you tonight.
Yeah, yeah.
Hope you enjoyed our little book club.
If you'd ever like to discuss it further,
I know the perfect Italian café.
The cannolis are resplendent.
Resplendent!
Connie!
John Sturgis here.
What a surprise.
It was so nice to have you at our book club.
When it comes to science fiction,
those things can be real sausage parties.
Anyhoo, if you're free next week,
I was wondering if you'd like to...
Grant Linkletter again.
If you don't like Italian,
I also know a sublime Vietnamese spot.
Have you ever tried Bún Boò Hue?
I don't know why I said "sausage party."
There was probably a better way
to phrase that.
Connie, Grant Linkletter...
Hey.
Your mother said you wanted to talk to me?
Yeah. Come in.
So, what's going on?
It's kind of hard to talk about.
Whatever it is, I'm here for you.
I...
I got a girl pregnant.
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