SHELDON: "I need a reference implementation of H.264. And your finest soldering iron."

GEORGE SR. walks in with a beer. "What’re you watchin', son?"

SHELDON: "Because if I can't give it away freely, I won't give it at all. The code is clean. But the system is corrupt."

Sheldon sighs. "The consumerization of mediocrity."

MEEMAW (popping in from the back door): "What's broke?"

Sheldon pauses, turns, and for once looks impressed. "That's... surprisingly apt. Don't let it go to your head."

The TV flickers. A grainy, pixelated image of a rocket launch stutters across the screen. Sheldon Cooper, age 9, sits inches from the cathode ray tube, his brow furrowed in profound disappointment.

Meemaw sips her iced tea. "So you're gonna make a new alphabet for the TV, and it's free?"