George Sr. is alone. The sink faucet still wobbles. He stares at it, defeated.
(tired laugh) Get over here.
Well, I’ll be.
SHELDON (11) stands at a bank of lockers, adjusting his bow tie with surgical precision. His best friend, TAM (14, lanky, braces), leans against the adjacent locker.
Because you’d be a great Puck. You’re small, you talk fast, and you’ve literally rearranged my mom’s garden to “optimize lunar pollination.” That’s basically magic. young sheldon s03e10 workprint
George puts a hand on Sheldon’s shoulder—not a pat, not a grab. Just a rest.
Next!
SHELDON enters, holding the audition flyer. He folds it carefully into a perfect 4×6 rectangle.