Meemaw: Is this about the recipe?
Missy: I bet he's mad 'cause you always side with Meemaw.
Mary: And how would you know that?
Missy: Georgie told me.

Sheldon: Are you and Dad getting a divorce?
Mary: 'Course not.
Sheldon: Well, if you do, I want to live with you.
Mary: Sheldon, no one's getting a divorce. But thank you, honey.

Georgie: What are you doing?
George: [GASPS] Nothing! Get out of here.
Georgie: You're looking for her brisket recipe.
George: All of a sudden you got smart? I said get out of here.

George: Be cool.
Georgie: I'm cool. You be cool.
[George Sr. fidgeting in his leather chair, making a lot of noise, accidentally knocks something over.]
Georgie: Real cool.

Meemaw: He thought I wrote it down. What a dope.

Mary: Just so you know, Sheldon and Missy won the three-legged race because she told him a bee was chasing them, and you missed it.

Meemaw: Hey.
George: What do you want?
Meemaw: Don't be that way. I brought you a cold one.
George: Thanks. I still don't like you.

Meemaw: Would this change your feelings?
George: Is that it?
Meemaw: The Holy Grail.
George: What changed your mind?
Meemaw: You not going to the picnic today, that hurt Mary and the twins. I cannot have that on my heart.
George: Is that so?
Meemaw: Absolutely.
George: Look me in the eye and tell me this is the actual recipe.
Meemaw: George, what you have in your hand is the exact step-by-step instructions on how to make my brisket. I have never written it down until tonight because I was afraid someone might steal it. But I'm entrusting this to you, and I hope that someday, when the time is right, you will see fit to share it with one of your children.
George: Connie, I don't know what to say.
Meemaw: Don't call me Connie. Call me Mom.
George: [CHUCKLES] Thanks, Mom.
Meemaw: You're welcome, son.

Meemaw: What a dope.

George: Could you grind my root for me? I-I'm-a I'm-a rub it on brisket.

Mary: This Cafe Du Monde coffee is very good.
Meemaw: They make it with chicory.
Mary: And what does it do to the brisket?
Meemaw: Oh, I have no idea.
Mary: Then why did you send George all the way to New Orleans?
Meemaw: Well, they don't sell this around here.

George: Connie, you evil bitch!

George: That wasn't the recipe. You looked me in the eye, and you lied to me.
Mary: Oh, Mom.
Meemaw: You broke into my home and tried to steal it.
Mary: Oh, George.
George: You told her we went over there?
Mary: [GASPS] Oh, George Jr.
Georgie: I didn't say nothing. I was cool.
Missy: I am loving this.

[Missy plays with Sheldon's train whistle]
Sheldon: Great, now I have to throw that out.

Sheldon: Put that down. That's not a toy.
Missy: Sure it is. Choo choo.