Mandy: Okay, so, uh, when do I get to see your yearbook?
George Jr.: Actually... I dropped out my senior year.
Mandy: Oh.
George Jr.: I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.
Mandy: No, it's okay.
George Jr.: Yeah?
Mandy: Yeah. So what other secrets are you hiding from me? You got a wife and kids?
George Jr.: No. But I'm not really 21. I'm 17.
Mandy: [laughs] [George is silent] What the...?!

Mandy: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
George Jr.: It ain't that big of a deal.
Mandy: I just slept with a 17-year-old.
George Jr.: If you were a guy, you'd think that was cool.

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

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

George Jr.: What's up?
Missy: I figured out you can put all kinds of candy in the machine. Try this.
George Jr.: Why is it brown?
Missy: It's butterscotch from Meemaw's candy bowl.
George Jr.: [scoffs] I think that candy's older than you.
Missy: Doesn't taste like it.
George Jr.: [eats] Not bad.

George Jr.: The point is, you shouldn't give this away for free.
Missy: How much would I even charge?
George Jr.: Hmm. How about 50 cents?
Missy: They only cost me, like, two cents to make.
George Jr.: 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?
George Jr.: Welcome to business.
Missy: Thank you for having me.

Missy: I'm gonna bring a bunch to school.
George Jr.: How much you gonna charge for it?
Missy: Nothing. They're my friends.
George Jr.: You think Ronald McDonald let his friends eat for free?
Missy: Ronald McDonald isn't real.

[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?
George Jr.: 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]
George Jr.: [o.s.] Amazing.

George Jr.: So, where you want to go?
Mandy: I am up for anything.
George Jr.: 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.
George Jr.: Oh. That- That'd be amazing.
Mandy: Well, amazing's a lot of pressure, but I'll give it a shot. [chuckles]
George Jr.: 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.
George Jr.: My place works.

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

Mary: Well, don't you look nice.
Missy: Nice and boring, thanks to you.
Mary: Is everyone gonna be crabby today?
George Jr.: I've been a delight.

George Jr.: Mom make you wear that?
Missy: Yeah.
George Jr.: She did the same thing to me with pleated khakis. I looked like Pastor Jeff.
Missy: Well, she doesn't know that I brought a change.
George Jr.: Good for you. I tried cutting the khakis into shorts.
Missy: Did it help?
George Jr.: No. I looked like Sheldon.
Missy: That's tragic.

George Sr.: Where are the damn filters?
Mary: They're in the cabinet, where they always are.
George Jr.: These two, fighting like the Serbs and Croatians in Bosnia.

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

Chloe: [to Georgie] Here we go, two margaritas. You need a chair?
George Jr.: No, she's good.
Chloe: Okay. Be back in a sec to take your order.
Meemaw: I love their margaritas.
George Jr.: Yeah, but I'm driving, so I'll probably just have a sip or two. [off Meemaw's look] Or none. I'm pretty full on chips.
Meemaw: [chuckles] He is such a responsible young man.
George Jr.: Well, this was fun.
Meemaw: It was for me. [to Mandy] Nice meeting you. [taps Georgie on the shoulder]

George Jr.: You know one of the best things about working here? I always smell like dryer sheets.
Mandy: Is that a good thing?
George Jr.: Compared to how I used to smell, yeah.

Mandy: And now I'm here, hoping I don't run into anybody I went to high school with.
George Jr.: Well, I think you're safe. Loretta there is one of our younger customers.
Mandy: Oh. Seems like a good place to meet girls.
George Jr.: I met you. But play it cool. Loretta can get real jealous.
Mandy: [whispers]: Okay.

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

George Jr.: I ain't seen you in here before.
Mandy: Oh, I just moved back from San Antonio.
George Jr.: Oh, big city girl.
Mandy: Well, now I'm "living back with my parents" girl.
George Jr.: 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.
George Jr.: It did feel that way.

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