George Jr.: Hey. Here you go.
Veronica: What's this?
George Jr.: It's your tip from the other night. I wanted to give it to you then, but I also wanted to get out of there alive.
Veronica: Don't worry about it.
George Jr.: You sure?
Veronica: I'm sure.
George Jr.: So how long you been working there?
Veronica: Couple weeks. Trying to save money for college.
George Jr.: Well, now you have to take this. I insist.
Veronica: [laughs] Thank you. How are things with Jana?
George Jr.: Honestly, I have no idea.
Veronica: Should you even be talking to me right now?
George Jr.: Probably not. But I'm glad I am.

Jana: I'm the only cheerleader you should be looking at.
George Jr.: Oh. Hi. Oh, I was trying to find you.
Jana: Just wanted to wish you a good game.
George Jr.: Thank you.
Jana: I'm gonna be cheering for you.
George Jr.: Great.
Jana: Unless I catch you looking at someone else. Then you'll regret it.
George Jr.: [chuckles]
Jana: I'm not kidding.

Jana: I could kiss you forever.
George Jr.: Uh, that's kind of a long time.
Jana: You got somewhere else to be?
George Jr.: No. It's just that, eventually, we're gonna get hungry.
Jana: Why do I keep getting the feeling you're not into this?
George Jr.: Oh, I am into this.
Jana: But?
George Jr.: [exhales] I mean, we're real young, and who knows what's gonna happen?
Jana: I know. And you should, too.
George Jr.: Don't feel bad. I don't know lots of stuff.

George Jr.: What'd I say?
Jana: [crying] I'm not enough for you.
George Jr.: I didn't say that.
Jana: Just be honest. You want to date other girls.
George Jr.: I don't want to date other girls instead of you, just... in addition to you.
Jana: Drop dead.
George Jr.: [starts engine] Okay, but I'm gonna follow you and make sure you get home safe!
Jana: Do whatever you want.
George Jr.: If you walk to Dairy Queen, I'll buy you a Blizzard. Want me to turn on some music?
[rock music plays]

Dale: Hey, Georgie. I'm thinking about taking your meemaw away for this weekend.
George Jr.: Okay. You have my blessing.
Dale: Thank you. And I was wondering, maybe, if you'd look after the store while I'm gone.
George Jr.: You saying I'm the manager?
Dale: No, I-I'm saying I want you to look after the store while I'm gone.
George Jr.: But in a managerial capacity.
Dale: [sighs] You think you can handle it?
George Jr.: Yes, sir. I will make you proud.

George Jr.: [on the phone] I'd like to report a robbery. Well, before I tell you my name, is there any way we can do this where the owner of the store don't find out? Because he left me in charge and I really screwed up. At least $400. I know it's a lot. That's why I said I screwed up. I got to think about this. I-I'll call you back.

Meemaw: Wait a minute. He fired you?
George Jr.: Yeah.
Meemaw: After you gave him the money back?
George Jr.: He didn't tell you?
Meemaw: We haven't exactly been on speaking terms lately.
George Jr.: Oh. I didn't know.
Meemaw: But we're about to be on yelling terms.
George Jr.: This is exciting.

George Jr.: Thanks again for giving me another shot.
Dale: Oh, my pleasure. And I got something else for you.
[Dale removes an envelope from his drawer and hands it to Georgie. Georgie opens it and finds it stuffed full of cash.]
George Jr.: Wow. Thank you, but why?
Dale: Well, I'm trying to get better at forgiving people.
George Jr.: Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, 'cause I'm the one who egged your store last night.
Dale: That was you?
George Jr.: Well, me and Meemaw.
Dale: Oh. It's okay. I forgive you.
George Jr.: Cool. Thanks again for the money. [exits]
Dale: Mm, forgiving people sucks.

George Jr.: [o.s.] Get it off! Get it off!
Mary: What was that?
George Jr.: It's in my hair!
George Sr.: Not my problem.
George Jr.: It's in my hair! It's in my hair!

Adult Sheldon: That night, my brother turned a ratty old van into his chariot of love. Romance was in the air.
Mr. Boggs: Hey.
George Jr.: Oh. Hey, Mr. Boggs. I-I'm just here to pick up Jana.
Mr. Boggs: You think you're taking my daughter out in this?
George Jr.: No worries. I'll have her home by 11:00.
Mr. Boggs: [exhales] [grabs the door handle]
George Jr.: Ooh. I wouldn't open that.
Mr. Boggs: Move. [exhales]
[As Mr. Boggs looks inside Georgie's newly furnished van, complete with twinkle lights and a lava lamp, his eyes are drawn towards the freshly-made bed.]
George Jr.: It's got a mini fridge.
[later:]
George Jr.: I thought about what you said. I'm returning the van. Good night.

George Jr.: What do you want to do later? Movies? Putt-putt?
Jana: I was thinking maybe we could go get a test.
George Jr.: What kind of test?
Jana: The... pregnancy kind.
George Jr.: [to a customer who enters] We're closed.
Man: But the sign says...
George Jr.: We're closed!

George Jr.: This can't be happening. How sure are you?
Jana: I'm not sure. That's why I want to get the test.
George Jr.: Well, you don't look pregnant.
Jana: That's not how it works, Georgie.
George Jr.: I know. I'm just freaking out right now.
Jana: Let's just go to the drugstore.
George Jr.: Right. I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
Jana: Please don't say that.

Jana: Okay, I think I got it. It takes ten minutes for the results.
George Jr.: You want me to go in with you?
Jana: To watch me pee on a stick?
George Jr.: I'm being supportive right now. You could try the same.

George Jr.: Well?
Jana: I'm not.
George Jr.: Really?
Jana: We're good.
George Jr.: Oh, thank God. [they hug] What a relief.
Jana: I know.
George Jr.: We better stop hugging, or you're gonna need another stick to pee on.

George Jr.: [sings] She's my cherry pie Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise Tastes so good, make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie, yeah.

Missy: My show's only 30 minutes. Yours is three hours.
George Jr.: But yours don't have them cheerleaders jumping up and down.

George Sr.: Why the hell weren't you at practice?
George Jr.: Can't talk right now. I'm working.
George Sr.: Well, you're gonna talk about it.
George Jr.: What do you want from me? I don't want to play football. I want to work.
George Sr.: You have your whole life to hold down a job.
George Jr.: Hey, I like my job. It's not my problem you hate yours.
George Sr.: ... Do whatever you want. [walks out]

George Jr.: So, I could really use your help making it look more professional.
George Jr.: [on tape] That's burn right there. [grunts]
George Jr.: Like, adding a little, you know...
Mr. Lundy: I think the word you're looking for is "pizazz".
George Jr.: Exactly. So, you'll do it?
Mr. Lundy: Well, I'm flattered that you would ask, but exercise videos... That's not really what I do.
George Jr.: But I've seen you on TV.
Mr. Lundy: [in mattress commercial] I'm soft and firm in all the right places.
George Jr.: You've been in plays.
Mr. Lundy: [as Annie] It's all right, Molly. Annie's here.
Mr. Lundy: Don't forget my modeling work.
[shot of Mr. Lundy in an advertisement for "Casa del Queso", home of the big burrito restaurant]
Mr. Lundy: But I have a reputation. When people hear the name Gene Lundy, they expect quality. They expect showmanship. [chuckles] They expect me to get paid.
George Jr.: Oh, I'm gonna pay you.
Mr. Lundy: Let's make an exercise video!

Mr. Lundy: Now, I like the idea of an exercise video. I'm just not sure that weight lifting is the way to go.
George Jr.: Why not?
Mr. Lundy: It's low-energy. You know? We don't want a one-man show. We want Starlight Express.
George Jr.: I don't know what that is.
Mr. Lundy: You'd love it. Andrew Lloyd Webber, people on roller skates. That's a thought. Skater-cise. Do you... do you skate?
George Jr.: No.
Mr. Lundy: Too bad.

George Jr.: You sure I can't just lift weights?
Mr. Lundy: Aerobics is the way to go. It's got music. It's got energy. [snaps fingers] It's got what?
George Jr.: Pizazz?
Mr. Lundy: Bingo! Now, hear me out. We surround you with a bunch of dancing girls. No, even better. The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders.
George Jr.: If that's what "pizazz" means, I like it.
Mr. Lundy: [chuckles] Of course, to do this right, we are gonna need some financing. What does your father do for a living?
George Jr.: He's a coach here at the school.
Mr. Lundy: Oof.
George Jr.: I know somebody who's got money.