Sheldon Cooper sat at the kitchen table, laptop open, face illuminated by the cold blue glow of an audio spectrum analyzer. His earbuds were firmly in place, blocking out the chaotic sounds of Mary cooking dinner and Missy practicing softball pitches against the garage door.
"The song ? Mom, this is Beethoven. He didn't write 'songs.' He wrote symphonies. And right now, his genius is being slaughtered by 128-kilobit compression." young sheldon s03e14 flac
"The difference," George said, surprising everyone, "is that Beethoven didn't write his symphonies for FLAC files. He wrote 'em for people. And people are messy, imperfect—kinda like MP3s." Sheldon Cooper sat at the kitchen table, laptop
"...Fine," he whispered. "But I'm still deleting the church's karaoke app." Mom, this is Beethoven
"It's like looking at the Mona Lisa through a screen door," Sheldon replied.