- 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.
I was handling it.
Obviously.
(sighs):
You yelled first.
Missy Cooper, you apologize
to your brother
right this second.
(crying):
No.
I am not gonna
tell you again.
Why do you always
take his side?
I do not.
Yes, you do.
Everybody does.
I hate this family.
You are grounded,
young lady.
Fine!
It is fine!
Hmm, thanks for handling that.