Sheldon: Mandy: Are you Georgie's brother and sister?
Missy: Yeah.
Mandy: I'm Mandy. I'm Georgie's... I'm Mandy.

Mary: Arrested? What do you mean, arrested?
George: I don't know. Some problem with Customs.
Mary: What were they doing in Mexico?
George: I don't know.
Mary: Why didn't they tell us they were going?
George: How many times I got to say I don't know?

Georgie: You see what I see?
Meemaw: What?
Georgie: An open window.
Meemaw: You want to make a run for it?
Georgie: You got a better plan?
Meemaw: Yes. You shutting up.

Judge Landry: So, smuggling cigarettes.
Meemaw: Your Honor, there was no smuggling. This is a... misunderstanding.
Judge Landry: 400 cartons of undeclared cigarettes?
Georgie: Is that over the limit?
Judge Landry: By 399.
Meemaw: [quietly]: I told you not to talk.
Georgie: And he told you not to talk.

Judge Landry: All right. [grunts] Here's your options: plead not guilty, post a bond, come back here for a trial, which you will lose, because you're guilty.
Meemaw: Or?
Judge Landry: Plead guilty, pay a fine and I never see your face again.
Georgie: But we get the cigarettes back, right?
Judge Landry: No.

Mandy: So why is Connie in jail?
Missy: That's family business.
Sheldon: Although Mandy is carrying Georgie's baby and Georgie's also in jail, so...
Mandy: Georgie's in jail?!
Missy: Why are you still talking?
Sheldon: That is a valid question. It's past my bedtime.
Missy: Good. Go.
Sheldon: [waves at Mandy] Nice meeting you! [walks off]

Georgie: This'll be a cool story to tell my kid someday.
Meemaw: Sure.
Georgie: Oh. You know what would be awesome? If it was a boy, we name him Winston. You know, like the cigarettes? And if it's a girl, we could name her Virginia. Virginia Slims.
Meemaw: Okay. I think that's enough of you for now.
[Meemaw moves further down the bench, away from Georgie]

Georgie: I know I messed up.
George: Mm-hmm.
Georgie: And I'm gonna pay you back. Every penny.
George: Mm-hmm.
Georgie: You get that I was doing this for the baby, right?
George: I do.
Georgie: Which, when you think about it, could be a reason to be proud of me. [off George's look] Take some time. Think about it.

Georgie: Can I ask you something?
George: What?
Georgie: Were you scared when Mom got pregnant with me?
George: I was terrified.
Georgie: Huh.
George: Why? You scared?
Georgie: Yeah.
George: Good. You'd be a fool if you weren't.

Georgie: I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what's expected of me. At least you and Mom got married and were a team.
George: Yeah, you got it rougher than me.
Georgie: Does it ever stop being scary?
George: I got a call from the Mexican border that my son was in jail. What do you think?
Georgie: Fair point. Sorry.

Meemaw: How 'bout... when we get home... I make it up to ya?
Dale: Now, hold on. You want to... you want to wipe out a $2500, debt with one roll in the hay?
Meemaw: Are you saying I'm not worth it?
Dale: I'm saying it's a lot of money.
Meemaw: Never mind. Offer's off the table.
Dale: No, no, no, wait a minute. Hang on.
Meemaw: Too late. Too late.
Dale: Hey, I was thinking a fair price would be... $500 a roll.
Meemaw: Well, isn't that what a girl wants to hear?
Dale: Seemed fair to me.

Mary: Hello.
Pastor Jeff: Mary, I am so sorry about today. I understand why you're upset. But the church is still your family. I'd just... hate to see you walk away from the Lord.
Mary: [inhales sharply, sighs] Feels like he's walking away from me.
[Mary closes the door on Pastor Jeff]

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.

Pastor Jeff: Evening! Evening! Mary.
Mary: Evening.
Pastor Jeff: How come George ain't taking out the garbage?
Mary: He's, uh... [inhales sharply] I am perfectly capable of taking the trash cans out.
Pastor Jeff: 'Course. You are woman... hear you roar. [chuckling]

Judge Landry: [enters] Son of a bitch. New shirt.
Meemaw: You give me some seltzer, I can get that right out.
Judge Landry: Shh.
Meemaw: Sorry.