Dale: Oh. Hold on. Hold on. Your chair, milady.
Meemaw: "Milady"? Where did that come from?
Dale: I don't know. My brain.
Meemaw: [laughs]

Waiter: Can I get y'all started with some drinks?
Meemaw: Yeah. Uh, margaritas?
Waiter: Mm-hmm.
Meemaw: Split a pitcher?
Dale: Mm, no, I think I'm okay.
Meemaw: More of a beer night?
Dale: No, not really. I'm gonna take a little break. I'll just stick with water.
Meemaw: Really?
Dale: Well, you know, I don't do my best thinking after I've been drinking. [laughs]

Dale: You go to church, don't you?
Meemaw: Yeah, when I'm not hungover.
Dale: Well, maybe I'll go with you sometime.
Meemaw: Really? You?
Dale: Yeah, I was thinking a little religion might do me some good.
Meemaw: Well, good for you. [chuckles] I was thinking it was a fajita night.
Dale: Your daughter runs a Bible study, doesn't she?
Meemaw: Uh-huh.

Dale: Could me and your meemaw have a little privacy, please?
Missy: We can leave, but we're still gonna listen.
Sheldon: [rolls dice] Also, you find no traps.
Dale: What is your problem?
Meemaw: You act like Mr. Goody Two-shoes, and you expect me to believe that's real?
Dale: Yeah.
Meemaw: Well, I don't.
Dale: Sheldon said there were no traps. [scoffs]

Dale: [sighs] I asked you to marry me and you turned me down flat.
Meemaw: Are you still mad about that?
Dale: Oh, hell yeah I'm still mad about that.
Missy: He proposed?
Sheldon: He just said he did. Pay attention.
Dale: And you didn't even take it seriously.
Meemaw: I didn't take it seriously because you were drunk.
Dale: That's when I'm the most honest. You can ask anybody at the bar.

Dale: Well, that's good, then. I don't have to pretend to be mister water-drinking nice guy anymore.
Meemaw: That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Dale: [smiles] Yeah, well. Will you all excuse me?
Meemaw: Where you going?
Dale: I'm gonna get myself a beer. [chuckles]
Sheldon: [to Meemaw and Missy] So you're standing in a crypt looking at a locked chest. What do you do?
Dale: [o.s.] Pull a beer out of it.

Dale: Okay, so what is it you do, Langston?
Justin: Justin. Actually, I'm about to open a frozen yogurt shop.
Dale: Frozen yogurt. Right. Isn't that, like, crappy ice cream?
Justin: We consider it a healthy alternative.
Dale: Right. Crappy ice cream.
June: It's actually getting really popular. I'm gonna invest.
Dale: Invest money?
Meemaw: What else would she invest with?
Dale: I don't know. You got fake ice cream. How 'bout fake money?

June: What's your problem?
Meemaw: Yeah, what is your problem?
Dale: Who said I had a problem?
Meemaw: We did.
June: You're being rude.
Dale: Okay, you want to spend all your money on some boy toy, it's none of my business.
Meemaw: Why do you care what she does with her own money?
June: Yeah, why?
Dale: Well, you got some young guy running around, asking for money. You don't think I know what that's all about?
June: Okay, he didn't ask... I offered. And I can do what I want. I'm a grown woman.
Dale: Oh, hell, you were a grown woman when he was born.

Meemaw: What do you think about letting me borrow your truck today?
Dale: I don't know.
Meemaw: Why not?
Dale: 'Cause I like my truck.
Meemaw: Not funny.
Dale: It is. You're just cranky.
Meemaw: Fine. Maybe I'll just ride my bicycle to the salon.
Dale: You ride a bike?
Meemaw: Is that amusing to you?
Dale: An old lady riding a bike? Oh, no. [chuckles]
Meemaw: Shut up.
Dale: Okay, will do.

Meemaw: I feel bad beating you like this after you bought me drinks.
Dale: Okay, I tell you what. You want to make it more interesting?
Meemaw: Sure.
Dale: Okay, how about this? If I win, you get a colonoscopy with me.
Meemaw: God, are you still on this?
Dale: Come on, why not?
Meemaw: 'Cause I don't wanna.
Dale: Well, I don't wanna, either, but my doctor said I got to.
Meemaw: Well, my doctor didn't say nothing.
Dale: When was the last time you saw him?
Meemaw: I don't know, it's been a while.
Dale: Yeah, well, like, "six months" a while, "Watergate" a while?
Meemaw: Drop it.
Dale: Uh, last time you saw him, were they using leeches?
Meemaw: I'm about to take this pool cue and beat your doctor to the punch.
Dale: Oh. That long, huh? Look, all I'm saying is you could use a checkup.
Meemaw: I feel fine.
Dale: Okay. At your age, there's nothing wrong with going in...
Meemaw: I'm not going to the doctor, so just... mind your own business.

Meemaw: I can't believe we have to drink so much of that garbage.
Dale: [sighs] Well, the important thing is, we get to do it together, dear.
Meemaw: You are so full of crap.
Dale: Well, not for much longer. Excuse me, the festivities have begun.
Meemaw: You're taking that whole thing with you?
Dale: I'm gonna be a while.

Dale: [on the phone] Well, we don't carry hockey skates. Uh, heck, I know of a place up north where you can find them. It's called Canada. [hangs up]

George: What are you thinking?!
Dale: I'm thinking I should've went home after your wife left.

Dale: Did you see Connie last night?
George: Yeah, at dinner.
Dale: She say anything about me?
George: Please leave me out of this.
Dale: Oh, come on, we're friends, George, and I'm your boss.
George: She said she wants her bra back.
Dale: Uh, the purple one that opens in the front?
George: Really don't want to hear about this.
Dale: Well, you're the one that brought it up.

Dale: So instead of traveling around the country with me, she'd rather smuggle cigarettes and rot in jail. How the hell is that supposed to make me feel?
George: I don't know. Bad?
Dale: Damn right, bad. Treated that woman like a queen.
George: Didn't you break up with her?
Dale: [huffs] That was a bluff. Never thought she'd call it.
George: Well, you are coming to her rescue. Maybe this'll turn things around.
Dale: Who says I want her back?
George: Great, you don't want her back. Let's drop it.
Dale: I will say one thing. I miss the sex.
George: Oh, God.
Dale: She is vivacious. And not just for a woman her age.
George: Oh, look, a hitchhiker. Let's pick him up. Maybe he'll kill me.