George Jr.: Hey, you look like a Kit Kat man.

George Jr.: I'm interested in getting some jewelry.
Susan: Well, sure, what's the occasion?
George Jr.: There's a young lady, and I'd like to get her something special.
Susan: Well, aren't you sweet?
George Jr.: I like to think so.
Susan: So what are you looking for? A necklace, ankle bracelet, uh, earrings?
George Jr.: Hmm. Tough to choose between her neck, ankles and ears. They're all smokin' hot.

George Jr.: Let me tell you the move: You mix a bag of these with a bag of these mm, heaven.
Derek: You just want me to buy two bags.
George Jr.: I just want you to be happy.
Derek: Fine.
George Jr.: And now I'm happy.

George Jr.: Veronica.
Veronica: Oh, hey.
George Jr.: Come here. I got something for you.
Veronica: Ooh, is it candy?
George Jr.: No, but it is pretty sweet.
Veronica: Georgie, what did you do?
George Jr.: Just open it.
Veronica: This looks expensive.
George Jr.: It was. Check out the price tag.
Veronica: $100?
George Jr.: And that's without tax.
Veronica: I can't accept this.
George Jr.: B-But I bought it for you.
Veronica: Well, you shouldn't have.
George Jr.: I don't get you. I went out of my way to buy you something nice and you don't even want it.
Veronica: Georgie, it's too much. I mean, you're not gonna impress me by throwing money around.
George Jr.: You sure? In "Material Girl," Madonna loves it.

Veronica: Georgie. "Before you get mad, this only cost me ten cents."
George Jr.: I saw you smile.
Veronica: Go away, Georgie.
George Jr.: You can eat it or wear it, it's up to you.

George Jr.: [to Meemaw] Speaking of dying, when you do, can I have your car?

Peg: So I shacked up with him anyway.
George Jr.: Uh-huh.
Peg: I mean, what choice did I have? I was pregnant with I don't know whose baby.
George Jr.: Uh-huh.
Peg: Sleeping on my cousin Arlene's couch. Which was in her front yard.
George Jr.: Uh-huh.

Dorothy: Oh, and this is me and my cousin Glen. No, no, wait. Is that Russell or Glen? No, I'm pretty sure that's Glen.
George Jr.: Uh-huh.

Dorothy: Back then, gas was only 20 cents a gallon.
George Jr.: Mm-hmm. Not that we had anyplace worthwhile to drive to.
George Jr.: Did you say Veronica would be back soon?
Dorothy: I'm sure it'll be just any minute. Let me show you my collection of antique bells. [rings a bell in his face]
George Jr.: Please stop.

George Jr.: Veronica.
Veronica: Hey, Georgie. What's up?
George Jr.: We're-we're friends, right?
Veronica: Yeah.
George Jr.: We're just friends?
Veronica: What do you mean?
George Jr.: Well, I've asked you out a bunch and you've made it pretty clear you weren't interested, but before I asked out another girl, I just wanted to make sure that-
Veronica: It's fine.
George Jr.: You sure? Because if it's not-
Veronica: Georgie, I need to focus on my relationship with God right now, but I'm really happy for you.

Mary: What kind of job?
George Jr.: Salesman.
Mary: Well, congratulations.
George Jr.: I'm gonna learn a lot from him. He's real good at getting people to spend money on stuff they don't need.
Mary: Well, I don't know if I like the sound of that.
George Jr.: You know what I like the sound of? Ka-ching. [opens soda can]

George Jr.: You just dump somebody?
George Sr.: No. Dr. Sturgis wanted to hang out, and I'm busy.
George Jr.: Yeah, busy breaking hearts.

George Sr.: Why haven't you mowed the lawn?
George Jr.: I been busy.
George Sr.: Well, you're not busy now.
George Jr.: I'm working out. Got the word "work" right there in it.

George Sr.: What the hell's wrong with you? You think it's okay for Billy Sparks to do your work?
George Jr.: I paid him. I tried to give him two dollars, but he only wanted one.
George Sr.: Damn it, Georgie, I'm trying to teach you responsibility. You can't just buy your way out of everything in life.
George Jr.: You sure? 'Cause I'll give you ten bucks to leave me alone right now.

George Jr.: Mind if I grab a beer?
Dale: I'm not your father.
Dr. John Sturgis: Hold on. This young man's underage.
Dale: So?
Dr. John Sturgis: So the laws of Texas are pretty clear on the subject.
Dale: Oh, what a surprise. There's one more thing you know more about than everybody else.
Dr. John Sturgis: I don't know why you're surprised.
Dale: I don't know why you're here.
George Jr.: I'm just gonna stick with Dr Pepper.

Dale: Let him go, George.
George Sr.: You want to tell Connie you lost her old boyfriend in the woods?
Dale: Well, he's a grown man for crying out loud. Let him do what he wants.
George Jr.: Well, that's an argument for me having a beer.
George Sr.: Shut up.

George Jr.: I just got my ticket out of here.
George Sr.: Adios.
George Jr.: I'm serious. This thing is full of tips on how to make a fortune. Only cost me a dollar.
George Sr.: Is one of the tips "make a crappy newsletter and charge idiots a dollar for it"?
George Jr.: No, but not a bad idea.

George Jr.: Where do we start?
Sheldon: The first step is to put the gravel in these colanders, and then sift it over the tray to collect the dust.
George Jr.: It's like finding money in the street.
Sheldon: Why do you care so much about money?
George Jr.: You saw Back to the Future when their dad's rich at the end, his wife is all skinny and loves him way more.
Sheldon: So you want a wife who loves you because you have money?
George Jr.: A skinny wife.

Sheldon: I'd rather spend my time focusing on important things, like figuring out how the universe works.
George Jr.: So, say you figure out how the universe works. Then what?
Sheldon: I'm not sure, but in the meantime, I agree with Richard Feynman. I simply enjoy the pleasure of finding things out.
George Jr.: I agree with the Beastie Boys. You got to fight for your right to party.
Sheldon: Well, it's good to have a personal philosophy.

Mary: I just want to know what's going on in your life. And if this girl is someone special to you, then she's special to me.
George Jr.: Come on.
George Sr.: Mary, enough.
Mary: What? I want to know.
George Jr.: Bye.
George Sr.: If it helps, I don't care.
George Jr.: It does. Thank you.