Brenda Sparks: Hey, welcome back. How's little Constance doing?
Mary: We're calling her CeeCee.
Brenda Sparks: Well, that's just the cutest.
Mary: Mm-hmm.
Brenda Sparks: Oh, I got you coffee. Don't worry, it's not the sludge we serve. I got it from the 7-Eleven on the corner.
Mary: Thank you, but I'm fine.
Brenda Sparks: Are you sure? I put some of those flavored creamers in it. Fancy.

Mary: We have nothing to talk about.
Brenda Sparks: Fine. Then let's just yell at each other.
Mary: I'm not yelling at you.
Brenda Sparks: Mary, we're neighbors, our kids are friends. We're gonna be in each other's lives for a long time. Let's do this.
Mary: I am busy. I am making a cake.
Brenda Sparks: And I'm talking to a pain in the ass who won't admit she's mad.
Mary: I'm not mad.
Brenda Sparks: Really? [Mary gasps as Brenda runs her finger through the cake and licks the frosting] How about now?
Mary: Back yard.

Brenda Sparks: Mary, I don't even think it was about me. It could've been anybody.
Mary: That doesn't make me feel better.
Brenda Sparks: I just mean I'm not his wife. Which makes me easier to talk to. Don't make it right, but talk's all it was.
Mary: Are you sure?
Brenda Sparks: I swear. Like how sometimes it was easier for you to talk to Pastor Rob?
Mary: But shouldn't George and I want to talk to each other?
Brenda Sparks: Don't ask me, I couldn't hang on to my "crappy husband."
Mary: Sorry about that.
Brenda Sparks: No. It's true.
Mary: You want to talk about it?
Brenda Sparks: That'd be nice. George around? [off Mary's look] Okay, not ready to joke.

Meemaw: What you planning for your birthday?
Georgie: Probably just gonna take it easy.
Mandy: Oh, my God. Saturday's your birthday. I totally forgot.
Georgie: Don't worry about it. Honestly, I don't even know what today is.
Meemaw: Thursday.
Mandy: It's Thursday? Really? That's weird.

Mary: You could make a card for Georgie. It's his birthday Saturday.
Missy: You're right, I need to get him a gift. I should go to the mall.
George: You're not going anywhere.
Missy: But it's my only brother's 18th birthday.
Sheldon: Excuse me.
Missy: Fine, it's my favorite brother's 18th birthday.
Sheldon: Better.

Mary: I got to go to work. Keep an eye on her.
Sheldon: I will.
Mary: I was talking to your father, but actually, sure.

Mary: I really have a lot of work to catch up on.
Brenda Sparks: Of course. Well, I will leave you to it. But later on, I want to see pictures of that baby.
Mary: I don't have any with me.
Brenda Sparks: Well, you can describe her to me.
Mary: [sighs] She's about yay big and bald. Nothing you ain't seen before.
Brenda Sparks: Sounds adorable. [steps out] Do you want this open or...
Mary: Closed.
Brenda Sparks: Yep.

Brenda Sparks: Hey, Mary, you get a chance to send out those checks?
Mary: Not yet, but I'll get to it.
Brenda Sparks: All right. It's just that, the checks to the vendors go out on Tuesdays, and it's Thursday.
Mary: I know the days of the week, Brenda.
Brenda Sparks: Okay.
Mary: You want checks? Here's checks. Mancuso Maintenance. $45. There you go.
Brenda Sparks: Mary...
Mary: Lone Star Vending. $200.
Brenda Sparks: Okay, if you're mad, just talk to me instead of whatever this is.
Mary: I'm not mad.

George: Hey, you're home early.
Mary: I'm sorry, am I bothering you?
George: No, just thought you'd still be at work.
Mary: Well, I'm not. I don't work there anymore. Brenda and I got in a fight.
George: Wait, what? Did you get fired?
Mary: Yes. Or maybe I quit. I don't know, it's unclear.

Sheldon: Well, I was thinking about what you said about Star Trek and how it'd be hard to watch part one and not part two.
Missy: So I can watch 90210?
Sheldon: No, but I can offer you the next best thing: theater of the mind.
Missy: This is why people hate you.

Mary: And it's fine, I will make the cake.
Mandy: Thank you.
Mary: I've got plenty of time. It's not like I have a job to go to.
Meemaw: What happened?
Mary: You don't want to know.
Meemaw: Sold.

Georgie: Mm, I love me some Chi-Chi's.
Amber: You're a cheap date.
Georgie: You say that now. Wait till you see how many chimichangas I can put away.
Amber: It's your birthday. Have as many as you want.
Georgie: You may regret that.

Georgie: Thanks again for taking me out.
Amber: You don't want to spend the night at home with some crying baby.
Georgie: I don't know. When it's your kid, the crying doesn't bother you as much.
Amber: You're not gonna be one of those parents that brings their babies to restaurants, are you?
Georgie: You bet. Wrap her up like a burrito, she'd fit right in.
Amber: Well, tonight, you don't have to think about that. We can just have fun.
Georgie: I like the sound of that. You do mean sex, right?
Amber: What do you think?
Georgie: Hmm, maybe I shouldn't get the chimichangas.

Mandy: You're home early.
Georgie: Yeah.
Mandy: How was your date?
Georgie: Actually, we broke up.
Mandy: Oh. What happened?
Georgie: Nothing, I just wanted to be here.
Mandy: Really?
Georgie: Yeah.
Mandy: That's what we wanted, too. [they kiss]

Mandy: Happy birthday.
Georgie: There is something else you could do for my birthday.
Mandy: I had a baby two weeks ago. No.
Georgie: Not that.
Mandy: Then what?
Georgie: Marry me.