- All right, bye. - (door opens)
I just got off the phone with your mom.
She's gonna work late,
so I’ll hang out ‘till your dad…
I don't care.
(door slams)
What's wrong with her?
Who?
♪ I can eat my dinner... ♪
Everything okay?
MISSY: Leave me alone.
Did something happen at school?
Go away.
Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?
No!
♪ 'Cause nothing compares ♪
I'm going number one.
♪ Nothing compares... ♪
(door closes)
(door opens)
- Hey. - Welcome home.
What's going on?
Mary’s working late, Sheldon’s in the garage,
and Missy’s in her room hating the world.
What's wrong with Missy?
My guess is a boy.
And I hope you like this song, because it’s in heavy rotation.
I'll go talk to her.
That's not a good idea.
Mm, Missy and I kind of have a father-daughter thing.
Maybe you and cute, little Missy.
This is pre-teen, angry Missy.
You haven't met her yet.
I got this.
Hmm. (chuckles softly)
Dumb and confident— my favorite combination.
♪ All the flowers that you planted, Mama… ♪
- (knocks) - Missy?
♪ All died when you went away ♪
♪ Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ I know that living with you… ♪
I was listening to that.
Thought you might want to talk.
That’s why the door was shut and the music was loud--
'cause I want to talk.
Okay. Okay.
(clears throat)
If this is about a boy, I know it feels
like the end of the world, but
I promise you’re gonna have other boyfriends.
I don’t want other boyfriends. I want Marcus.
Well, you feel that way now, but you’re only 11.
So my feelings don't matter?
Uh...
Hey, how about we go get some ice cream?
I'm not a child.
- Just trying to help. - Leave me alone!
(sighs)
♪ Baby, was sometimes hard... ♪
(door opens)
- Did you not see the sign? - I did.
It’s not legally binding. I asked Dad.
What are you doing?
- Getting rid of my stupid toys. - Hmm.
Even your Cabbage Patch doll?
- I don’t need a doll. - Good.
She was starting to smell like actual cabbage.
Why are you taking that down?
It's time to grow up.
Leave it there.
You don't even like Cyndi Lauper.
No, but it’s part of my daily routine.
Every morning I wake up, look over there and wonder,
"Why is she standing like this?"
Too bad. It's my room.
It's my room, too.
Yeah, and I don't get a say
in any of your stupid posters.
These are the smartest men who ever lived,
so if anyone’s stupid, it’s you for saying that.
Shut up!
You're very irritable.
This might be why you’re having boy problems.
Put that down!
MISSY: No!
SHELDON: Missy, I mean it!
MISSY: I don’t care!
SHELDON: It’s mine! Give it back!
What did you do?!
What the hell’s going on in here?!
Look what she did!
- It’s his fault! - That’s enough out of both of you!
I told you not to come in here. Go!
Now!
You want to explain yourself?
(crying)
We'll get you another picture.
I don’t want another picture. I want this one.
I told you not to go in there.
It's my room!
Hey, you watch your tone!
(door opens)
What's going on?
Missy tore my Professor Proton picture,
and now Dad's yelling at me.
You yelled first. He yelled first.
(sighs): I’ll take care of this.
You don’t even know what happened.
Did she tear up his picture?
Well, yeah, she did.
Honestly, I can’t leave this house for five minutes
without everything falling apart.