Sheldon enters, holding a notebook. The dung beetles are still rolling.
It can be. If you want.
That’s… much warmer than I expected. And also less useful for navigation. young sheldon s04e10 m4p
(to himself) Maybe the meaning of life isn’t a destination. Maybe it’s just… the thing that keeps you rolling in a straight line. Sheldon enters, holding a notebook
Geometry is timeless, Dad. Like your love for beer. (Beat.) That was a compliment. Mostly. young sheldon s04e10 m4p
Exactly! Now—what’s your Milky Way?
(sighs) I know. It’s inefficient. It’s sentimental. It has no predictive power. But when I don’t know which way to go—she points north.