Principal Petersen: [scoffs] Well, you saying you're gonna drop out?
Georgie: I guess I am.
Principal Petersen: Does your father know about this?
Georgie: No.
Principal Petersen: Don't you think you should tell him?
Georgie: I don't really want to.
Principal Petersen: Well, if you don't tell him, I'm going to.
Georgie: That'd be great. You're the best.
[Georgie gets up and starts to walk away, before returning for the teenage pregnancy pamphlet]
Georgie: You never know.

Meemaw: Okay, here's the deal. You get one night here, then you're out.
Georgie: You're not being very grandmotherly right now. Where's the milk? Where's the cookies?
Meemaw: Do you believe this kid?
Dale: I could go for a cookie.
Meemaw: No one's gettin' a cookie!

Georgie: Over here is my bedroom area, for sleeping and whatnot. That's my gym. And last but not least, kitchen and bathroom.
Mary: Georgie, do not use that sink as a bathroom.
Georgie: Relax. Just number one.

Meemaw: Oh, now, come on. You're perfect for this.
Georgie: I'm a salesman. There's nothing there to sell.
Meemaw: You got a bunch of bored people with their pockets full of quarters, you can't sell them something? Then you're not the entrepreneur I thought you were.
Georgie: That ain't gonna work on me.
Meemaw: And this is why you're management material.
Georgie: Nice try. [walks away]
Meemaw: The place is wall-to-wall girls.
Georgie: Why didn't you lead with that?

Meemaw: Listen, I need you to help me with this. I don't want to run this dump.
Georgie: Then why'd you buy it?
Meemaw: [exhales] I'm retired. I thought it might be fun, get me out of the house.
Georgie: And you picked a laundromat?
Meemaw: It seemed like a better opportunity at the moment.
Georgie: What happened? You get tricked by a con man?
Meemaw: No.
Georgie: It's all right. Happens to a lot of people your age.

Georgie: Hey, you took a shot. That's impressive.
Meemaw: I guess.
Georgie: I mean, most folks your age have someone cutting up their food.
Meemaw: That's enough.
Georgie: Well, I still think you're a badass.
Meemaw: [chuckles] Thank you. We should probably get back out there.
Georgie: Oh. [chuckles] I ain't working for you. But I'm rooting for you.

Georgie: So what's my title here? Manager? Supervisor?
Meemaw: Your title is "grandson who can go home now."
Georgie: What are you talking about? We're in this together.
Meemaw: I'm sorry, did you buy these machines?
Georgie: No, but it was my idea how to get them up and running again.
Meemaw: And thank you. Now, go home before I tell your mother you want to work in a secret casino.
Georgie: Oh, yeah? Maybe I should tell her you own a secret casino.
Meemaw: Is that the way you want to play this?
Georgie: Yeah, it is.

Meemaw: Fine. You can be my assistant manager.
Georgie: Oh, I like the sound of that.
Meemaw: So, it's a deal?
Georgie: Well, hold on, how much you gonna pay me?
Meemaw: Did I mention that assistant manager comes with a spiffy nametag?
Georgie: Does it also come with a spiffy paycheck?

Georgie: Fine. Good luck laundering this money without me.
Meemaw: You know how to do that?
Georgie: I've seen Scarface, like, ten times.
Meemaw: Great. I'll just watch Scarface.
Georgie: Dang it.

Georgie: See, number one is also pretty funny, 'cause it means taking a leak. [Mary sighs]

Mary: Georgie.
Georgie: Hey, what are you doing here?
Mary: I know about the room in the back.
Georgie: Do you know whether or not I know?
Mary: Yes.
Georgie: Okay, that's gonna save us a lot of time.

Georgie: Want to give it a spin?
George: These things really pay out?
Georgie: All the time. Not that one. We call it the homewrecker.
George: [whispers] Which one, then?
Georgie: That one's your buddy.
George: Yeah?
[later:]
George: Look at me! I-I won two dollars!
[George gives his dad a thumbs up and then shakes his head to himself]

Adult Sheldon: I decided to heed my father's advice. I wasn't sure how to turn off my brain. Thankfully, I lived with an expert.
[Sheldon knocks on the garage door. Georgie opens it]
Georgie: What's up?
[inside:]
Georgie: I've never really thought about not thinking before.
Sheldon: Well, I'm asking you to think about it.
Georgie: But I thought you were interested in not thinking.
Sheldon: I am. I want you to think about not thinking, and then teach me how to do it.
Georgie: Do what?
Sheldon: Not think.
Georgie: All right. [silence] This is tough. I'm good at not thinking, but I don't think I can teach you how to not think without thinking.
Sheldon: Hmm, well, thank you for trying.

Georgie: Hold on! What if you're thinking about something else instead? Would that count as thinking or not thinking?
Sheldon: I suppose it's similar to the mantras extolled by the sages of the East. It's a practice that Swami Vivekananda called Japa Yoga and it's intended to bring out a single-pointedness of concentration.
Georgie: Sorry, I zoned out.
Sheldon: Ooh, tell me how.
Georgie: Let's see. You were blabbering. It all started to blur together. And I was gone.
Sheldon: At what point did it start to happen?
Georgie: I don't know. Say it again. I said I suppose it's similar to the mantras extolled by the sages of the East. It's a practice that Swami Vivekananda called Japa Yoga... [Sheldon's voice slows down] [Indian traditional music plays] [Georgie imagines Sheldon with a third eye in the middle of his forehead]
Georgie: That is wild.

Meemaw: So, how we doing?
Georgie: Not bad, but I still think if you let me advertise, we could get more people in here.
Meemaw: How do you advertise a place that ain't exactly legal?
Georgie: People love secrets. We could get flyers that say, "Come to our secret gambling room, but, shh, don't tell anybody."
Meemaw: That's how I feel about your ideas, "Shh, don't tell anybody."