George: Hey, what are you doing here?
Georgie: I just had to talk to Dale.
George: You all right? You look like you saw a ghost.
Georgie: Yeah, I'm good.
George: Look, I know I've been busy, but if you ever want to talk, I'm around.
Georgie: Actually, uh... I-I... I got a... I got a girl pregnant.
George: What the hell's the matter with you?!
[George picks up Dale's cash register and smashes it through a glass display case, before tearing his own shirt off]
[reality:]
George: Hello? I said if you ever want to talk, I'm here.
Georgie: Thanks. Gotta go.

Mary: What's going on? Everything okay?
George: You might want to sit.
Mary: Now you're scaring me.
George: No one died.
Georgie: Kind of the opposite, actually. [George rolls his eyes]

Georgie: Hey, let's just keep in mind, I didn't do this by myself. It takes two to tango.
Meemaw: Do you even know what a tango is?
Georgie: It's sex, ain't it?

Mary: I hope brisket's okay. Georgie wasn't too sure what kind of food you liked.
Georgie: We didn't do a lot of eating when we were together.
[Mandy gives Georgie a dirty look]

Georgie: I'm hoping for a boy, but as long as it's healthy, that's all that matters. What are y'all having?

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.

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.

Meemaw: Well, somebody make a decision. That slop's getting cold.
Georgie: No, it's good cold or hot, like Grape-Nuts.

Sheldon: Are you familiar with the phrase, "You need money to make money"?
Georgie: No.
Sheldon: Well, it's a phrase, and my clever twist on it is, "I'm going to make money to make money."
Georgie: Mm-hmm.
Sheldon: Now, when I say "make money," you might think that I'm talking about counterfeiting, but no, I'm talking about creating a unique decentralized digital currency that people can pay to own.
Georgie: Sounds like a scam.
Sheldon: No, it's an open-source currency that has value due to mathematical scarcity.
Georgie: Sounds pretty scammy.
Sheldon: [scoffs] You don't understand.
Georgie: I do. You say a bunch of fancy jibber-jabber, people don't want to admit they're too stupid to understand, then they give you their money.
Sheldon: Well... um... sort of.
Georgie: Love it. How do we get started?

Georgie: This is a surprise.
Mandy: Sorry to just drop in.
Georgie: No. No, it's okay. Let me just... Sorry. The cleaning lady didn't come today.
Mandy: Your mother?
Georgie: [scoffs] Good one.

Georgie: Oh, you hungry? You want some SpaghettiOs? [holds up an open can with spoon] I'm sorry, that was rude. [swaps spoon] There's your clean spoon. [licks food off his thumb]

Georgie: You can hang your dresses and whatnot on the barbell.
Mandy: Fancy. So we're clear, uh, just 'cause we're sleeping together doesn't mean we're... "sleeping" together.
Georgie: I understand. If you want, you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor.
Mandy: Oh, I can't ask you to do that.
Georgie: It's okay. I got a sleeping bag, and I'm young.
Mandy: We'll share the bed, just, uh, keep your hands to yourself.
Georgie: Works both ways. You keep your hands to yourself.
Mandy: I'll manage.
Georgie: Well, if you find you can't, that's okay, too.

Georgie: Go ahead and take a seat, I'll make you some scrambled eggs.
Missy: Since when do you make eggs?
Georgie: I can make eggs.
Missy: [quietly] He can't make eggs.
Mandy: Actually, my stomach's a little queasy. How about just some toast?
Georgie: Great. Toast, I can do.