Mary: (to the guy who doubted Sheldon's tactics) Oh, booyah!

Adult Sheldon: For the next five weeks, I continued to help my father apply statistics to coach his team. Not surprisingly, they continued to win, which changed my status in the school dramatically. It was a nightmare. Hugging, hair tousling, high fives. And as my popularity grew, so did my time aloft.

George: You have any more, uh, arithmetic ideas for next week's game?
Sheldon: I do, but I'm trying to finish my homework.
George: Ah. Looks complicated.
Sheldon: Advanced chemistry. It's not.

Meemaw: Good Lord, that mouth of yours is a machine gun tonight.

Missy: What are you doing?
Sheldon: Trying to calculate the odds of the Dolphins covering the spread next Sunday.
Missy: I like dolphins. They talk out of that hole in their head.

George: Hey. Got to go pick up some equipment for the team; you want to join me?
Georgie: Can't. I'm grounded.
George: Yeah, well I won't tell if you won't.
Georgie: Sheldon going?
George: That little snitch? Absolutely not.
Georgie: Sheldon still gonna help you with the math?
George: I don't think so. But I did hear his little Asian friend can do it.

Tam: Why are you wearing that?
Missy: It makes me look older.

Meemaw: I don't care if you win, just cover the damn spread.
Mary: Mom, are you betting again?
Meemaw: No.

Mary: I got to tell you, I'm a little worried about my mother. She keeps betting on these football games, next thing you know, there's an Italian fella driving off with her pickup truck.

Gerome: What the hell? Punt!
Mary: Statistically, they're better off going for it.
Gerome: Says who?
Mary: My little boy.

Gerome: Your little boy's a real genius.
Mary: Well, actually he is.

Coach Wilkins: I never had any doubt, Coach. Never had any doubt.

Mary: Georgie, turn that down!
Georgie: What?
Mary: (turns off the music) And look at this room. You need to clean this mess up.
Georgie: I'll get to it later.
Mary: No, you'll get to it now.
Georgie: I don't feel like it.
Mary: Well, your feelings have nothing to do with it. And stop throwing that ball.
Georgie: My room bothers you so much, you clean it.
Mary: That's it! You are grounded!

Mary: Shelly, time to get ready for bed.
Sheldon: But I'm not done.
Mary: Don't you sass me, too, young man. Brush your teeth and get to bed.

Tam: Good evening, Mrs. Cooper. Can I speak to Sheldon?
Mary: No, you can't speak to Sheldon. It's late. He's in bed.
Tam: Oh. I was hoping he might like to go to a party with me.
Mary: Has everyone lost their mind? He's a little boy, Tam! Good night!