Georgie: Maybe we could give out punch cards, like they do at the sandwich shop.
Meemaw: Punch cards for what?
Georgie: You know, every ten times you come here, you get a free play.
Meemaw: What's to keep people from punching it themselves?
Georgie: I'm getting me a free sandwich.

Georgie: You know what your problem is? You don't like anything you didn't think of yourself.
Meemaw: Is that so?
Georgie: Yeah.
Meemaw: Well, I thought of bringing you in, and that wasn't a good idea.
Georgie: If that's how you feel, then we got nothing more to talk about.
Meemaw: I guess not.
Georgie: Well, okay. [awkward silence]
Meemaw: You can go now.
Georgie: My chicken fingers ain't here yet.

Georgie: I ain't seen you in here before.
Mandy: Oh, I just moved back from San Antonio.
Georgie: Oh, big city girl.
Mandy: Well, now I'm "living back with my parents" girl.
Georgie: That's all right. I lived with my folks not too long ago.
Mandy: Isn't it weird? Whenever you live at home, no matter how old you are, you feel like a teenager.
Georgie: It did feel that way.

Georgie: I'm Georgie.
Mandy: Mandy. And now that we're on a first-name basis, I'm gonna throw my underwear in here.
Georgie: And since I'm a gentleman, I ain't gonna look.
Mandy: You just looked.
Georgie: I did.

Mandy: Did you give it the old push-pull?
Georgie: You're back soon.
Mandy: What do you know about getting wine stains out of rayon?
Georgie: You got to let it soak first.
Mandy: Does that work?
Georgie: I don't know. That's just my answer to every laundry question.
Mandy: [laughs] Smooth.

Georgie: How about, while this runs, I take you to dinner?
Mandy: How old are you?
Georgie: [inner monologue] Do not say 17. [out loud] Old enough.
Mandy: Old enough to what? To drink?
Georgie: Yes, ma'am.
Mandy: [chuckles] "Ma'am"? How old do you think I am?
Georgie: Well, I'm also old enough to know that's a trap, so... How old are you?
Mandy: 25.
Georgie: 21.
Mandy: I was worried you were gonna say "19."
Georgie: Oh, no, I promise I'm not 19.

Mandy: Before this goes any further, there's something I got to tell you.
Georgie: This is going further? Sweet.
Mandy: Listen to me. I wasn't completely honest about my age.
Georgie: You weren't?
Mandy: I'm actually... 29.
Georgie: No kidding.
Mandy: Yeah.
Georgie: Well, then, I guess there's something I should tell you. I'm totally fine with that.
Mandy: Great. [they kiss]

Georgie: Hey, I know I don't work here anymore, but could I use this office tonight?
Dale: No!
Georgie: Fine.
Dale: Did you used to?
Georgie: [scoffs softly] No.

Georgie: So, where you want to go?
Mandy: I am up for anything.
Georgie: I was thinking the bar, but I go there so much. What about a movie?
Mandy: Or we could just go back to your place.
Georgie: Oh. That- That'd be amazing.
Mandy: Well, amazing's a lot of pressure, but I'll give it a shot. [chuckles]
Georgie: Listen, when I said I moved out of my parents' place, that was true. But I'm kind of living in their garage.
Mandy: Well, my parents are in the bedroom next to mine, so it's your place or nothing.
Georgie: My place works.

[Georgie and Mandy are making out on his bed in the garage]
Meemaw: [imaginary] Oh, Georgie. I'm so disappointed in you.
[Georgie pulls away from Mandy]
Mandy: Is everything okay?
Georgie: Yeah. Very okay. [resume kissing]
Meemaw: Tell her before things go too far.
Dale: [imaginary] Would you leave the kid alone? He's just having some fun.
Meemaw: He's lying, and she deserves to know.
Dale: Just let it go.
Meemaw: No. He's feeling guilty, and he's gonna do the right thing.
Dale: Connie, the second that girl's shirt comes off, it's game over.
Meemaw: No. My grandson has more integrity than you're giving him credit...
[Imaginary Meemaw and Dale disappear as Mandy takes her top off]
Georgie: [o.s.] Amazing.

Georgie: The point is, you shouldn't give this away for free.
Missy: How much would I even charge?
Georgie: Hmm. How about 50 cents?
Missy: They only cost me, like, two cents to make.
Georgie: Yeah, but you're not factoring in your time and the cost of the machine you bought and the value of the brainpower it took to think of butterscotch cotton candy.
Missy: Yeah. No one else thought of putting old-lady candy in a cotton candy machine. Why should they get it for free?
Georgie: Welcome to business.
Missy: Thank you for having me.

Georgie: Oh, you want me to move this to the bedroom?
Mandy: It's a studio, this is the bedroom.
Georgie: Oh. [drops mattress on the floor] There you go.
Mandy: How can I ever thank you?
Georgie: Let's see... we are in the bedroom.
Mandy: What, so, like, take a nap?
Georgie: [chuckles] Maybe after.
Mandy: Deal. [they kiss]

Mandy: Oh, God, is that my yearbook?
Georgie: Dang, y'all had some big hair.
Mandy: You're gonna talk to me about big hair?
Georgie: You think it's big now, wait till it gets humid.

Georgie: My folks are gonna kill me.
Dale: They don't know yet?
Georgie: You're the only person I told.
Dale: Oh, no, I don't want that.
Georgie: Please help me.
Dale: [sighs] All right, first things first. Are you sure this kid's even yours?
Georgie: Yeah. We've been sleeping together.
Dale: Well, that doesn't mean it's yours.
Georgie: [cheerfully] Maybe she cheated on me.
Dale: We can only hope.

Georgie: All right. I know what I need to do.
Dale: Tell your parents?
Georgie: Do the right thing and marry her.
Dale: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Georgie... no one has to get married here.
Georgie: Well, my dad got my mom pregnant, and he married her.
Dale: Rushing into marriage with someone you hardly know is a bad idea.
Georgie: Maybe we could be happy together.
Dale: How does she feel about you right now?
Georgie: Pissed. But she's pregnant, so it's probably just chick hormones.
Dale: Well, tell her that and see what happens.