Missy: ...for the food we're about to receive, and bless the hands that prepared it.
George: And for the hands what went to the store and bought it.
[Missy shoots her father an unimpressed look]

Mandy: Sorry, had a tough time getting her down. She had horrible gas.
Jim: Well, that's weird. She was an angel with us.
[flashback to George and Jim at the grocery store with CeeCee as she cries:]
Jim: Maybe she's hungry.
George: Maybe she's teething.
Jim: You know what, let her suck on a Slim Jim.
George: Ooh! Two birds.

Georgie: Meemaw put a roulette wheel in the slot room, and I'm real worried about it.
Mandy: Why?
Georgie: The slots are already in a gray area. A roulette wheel could land us in jail.
Mandy: Okay, then tell her you want no part of it.
Georgie: I did, but she said it could throw off a thousand dollars a day.
Mandy: Oh. Then do it.
Georgie: But I could go to jail.
Mandy: [scoffs] I'll wait for you.
Georgie: I thought you'd be on my side.
Mandy: Georgie, I am on your side. In fact, we should get married sooner so that I can't testify against you.
Georgie: And also because you love me.
Mandy: Thousand bucks a day? You bet I love you.

George: What, you didn't make a big ol' breakfast?
Missy: I did, and I'm eating it. And when I'm done, I'm gonna go watch TV while you make your own breakfast and do the dishes.
George: But... you were doing great, so grown-up, cooking and cleaning.
Missy: Mm-hmm. Pass the syrup.
George: I thought we had a whole thing going here.
Missy: Now we have a new thing. Look at the fridge.
George: Chore chart?
Missy: That's right.
George: You realize it's my job that pays for all this.
Missy: That is true. Thank you.
George: You're welcome.
Missy: And thank you in advance for doing the laundry and taking out the garbage.
George: What about Georgie?
Missy: Look at the chart. Georgie mows the lawn and cleans the toilet. [George chuckles]

Sheldon: [on the phone] I don't like it here. I miss being the smartest one in class.
Dr. Linkletter: Son, if you're always the smartest, you're never learning anything.
Sheldon: Interesting. So what do I do?
Dr. Linkletter: Listen.
Sheldon: I'm listening.
Dr. Linkletter: No, that's the answer. Try doing something you're truly awful at: just shut up and listen.
Sheldon: But what if I...
Dr. Linkletter: When you're in class, listen.
Sheldon: But I could... [Linkletter hangs up]
Dr. Linkletter: Guess I should pee.

George: Hey. What brings you by?
Jim: Well, I finished my honey-do list, so Audrey gave me the afternoon off.
George: Come on in.
Jim: All right, I thought we'd do something fun.
[cut to George and Jim sorting laundry:]
Jim: Well, this isn't fun.
George: I didn't make the chore chart. Just grab a corner.
Jim: There is no corner. [toilet flushes] [Georgie emerges from the bathroom]
George: Georgie, give us a hand.
Georgie: Oh, you don't want me touching anything.

Jim: Hey, Missy.
Missy: Hey. Oh, two-for-one green beans.
Jim: Oh, look at that, you got everybody pitching in. Good for you.
George: Well, I am a head coach. It's what I do. [George tosses his beer cap on the counter]
Missy: Hey, that's not where the caps go; we talked about this.
George: Mm. Sorry. [Missy sighs] Sorry.
Jim: She the assistant coach?
George: She might own the team. [George and Jim walk away]
Missy: Use the coasters.

Herman: No more bets.
Georgie: What the hell? Where'd you get the table?
Meemaw: I know a guy.
Georgie: Where'd you get him?
Meemaw: He's the guy.

Herman: Red 12. No winners.
Meemaw: [chuckles] Oh-ho, there's a winner.
Georgie: Can we even trust him?
Meemaw: Herman? Look at that baby face. He says, on a good night, one table can throw off a thousand dollars. That's a lot of diapers, Georgie.
Georgie: Huh.
Meemaw: Maybe even a nanny.
Georgie: Huh!
Meemaw: How is it, the three of y'all living in Sheldon's room?
Herman: Red 16. No winners. [Meemaw pulls her arm back in a victory pull to signify "ka-ching!"]

George: Here we go. Green beans.
Jim: No. No, no, no, no, no. That's not the one on the coupon. You want... Bottom row.
George: Ooh, good catch. Missy'd have had my ass.
Jim: Well, I'm here for you.
George: All righty, now.

Mandy: You're awful quiet tonight.
Georgie: Oh, just work stuff.
Jim: Huh, I wouldn't have thought running a laundromat would be all that stressful.
[As Georgie and Mandy share a look, a flashback shows the gambling machines]
Mandy: Well, Dad, you run your own business. You know what it's like dealing with the public.
Jim: That I do. Actually, I had a guy the other day came in returning a set of tires I sold him a year ago, way past warranty. Put up quite a stink, too.
Georgie: How'd you handle it?
Jim: Gave him a new set of tires. I mean, I lost a couple bucks, but got a customer for life.
Georgie: Smart. I could learn a lot from you.
Jim: Well, you can learn a lot from your father, too.
Georgie: Hmm. All right, what you got, big man?
George: Uh, well... [telephone rings]
Mandy: Saved by the bell.

Missy: Would it kill anyone to say "thank you" for this delicious meal?

George: Jim, it's your wife.
Jim: [takes the phone] Hi, honey. I am sorry, I lost track of time. I was playing with the baby, who, I got to tell you, looks more and more like you every day... Okey-dokey, I will be right home. Five minutes. Gotta go. [exits]

Georgie: So listen, I thought it over and decided the risk is worth it.
Meemaw: Good. Mandy on board?
Georgie: I didn't ask.
Meemaw: Glad she brought you around. Listen, why don't you shadow Herman, see how it's done.
Georgie: You want me to run the wheel?
Meemaw: We should be ready. [Herman coughs] It's the bottom of the ninth for this guy.

Herman: Red 12. No winners. [gasping]
Georgie: You okay?
Herman: Yeah. I got just the one lung.
Georgie: Connie said you'd show me the ropes.
Herman: Oh, sure. There's nothing to it. You'll catch on in no time. No more bets.
Georgie: So, we bought this table from you?
Herman: Oh, yeah. I used to have a little gambling room of my own. Until it got shut down.
Georgie: Cops?
Herman: Oh, no, nothing like that. Dixie mafia. They threatened to cut off my... Red 16. Red 16.
Georgie: Cut off your what?