Mary: None of her friends have heard from her.
George: The police are looking for my truck, but still no sign.
Georgie: I can't believe that girl. Did she even think about how worried we'd all be?
Meemaw: Wow, you became a dad fast.
Georgie: Well, it just kicks in.

George: So, we weren't supposed to punish her? Kids do stupid stuff, parents yell at them.
Georgie: Yeah, y'all did it to me, I'm gonna do it to my kid.
Meemaw: Calm down, Daddy. I know y'all are worried, but this ain't helping.
George: She snuck out and stole my truck. I mean, how is this our fault?
Mary: Well, maybe she was right. She does get ignored around here.
Georgie: I liked being ignored. Let me get away with all kinds of stuff.
Meemaw: Please stop helping.

Mary: Is anyone hungry? I can make sandwiches.
Meemaw: No, thanks.
George: Not hungry.
Georgie: I could eat.
George: Then make yourself a sandwich.
Georgie: Maybe you should eat, cranky.

Mandy: Good morning, CeeCee.
Georgie: [chuckles] She's fed, she's changed and we got through the first two verses of "Deep in the Heart of Texas."
Mandy: Did you tell her about the claps?
Georgie: Of course.
Mandy: Good.

Georgie: We're home.
Mandy: Hey, how was your walk?
Georgie: Slow. You don't know how many old ladies are in the neighborhood till you go out with a baby. Ooh, tots.
Meemaw: Hey, hands off.

Georgie: Will you marry...
Mandy: Yeah, I heard the question. Why are you asking it?
Georgie: Well, 'cause I love you.
Mandy: [scoffs] Do ya?
Georgie: I think so.
Mandy: You were just on a date with another girl.
Georgie: Yeah, and I could be at her place right now, but instead, I'm here with you.
Mandy: Oh, well, thank you for your sacrifice.
Georgie: I'm 18 years old... believe me, that's a sacrifice. [Constance cries]
Mandy: Oh, great. Are you happy?
Georgie: Maybe she's crying because her mom don't want to marry her dad.
Mandy: Or maybe she's crying 'cause her mom wants to strangle her dad.

Mandy: Hey. Wasn't sure you were coming.
Georgie: Well, I'm here.
Dr. Bell: You must be Mr. McAllister.
Georgie: She's McAllister. I'm Cooper.
Mandy: Can you not?
Georgie: Well, I just don't want her to think we're married. I know how embarrassing that'd be for you.
Mandy: That is not what I said.
Georgie: We're not married.
Dr. Bell: Really not my business.

Mandy: Why would you tell the doctor I got pregnant when you were 17?
Georgie: She asked what our history was.
Mandy: Medical history!
Georgie: That was unclear.

Georgie: The good news is she ain't gonna remember any of this.
Mandy: And we don't have to tell a soul.
Georgie: Pinky swear?
Mandy: Done. And while we're swearing, let's promise not to fight in front of her anymore.
Georgie: Promise.
Mandy: And, uh, the next time you're gonna propose, give me a little warning.
Georgie: You got it.
Mandy: Okay. [CeeCee coos]
Georgie: Mandy McAllister...
Mandy: Oh, not now!

Georgie: She's changed and napping. [sits down at the dinner table]
Mandy: You washed your hands, right?
[Georgie stands up and leaves the dining room]

Wade: Whose baby?
Georgie: Mine.
Wade: And you brought her to a gambling room?
Georgie: Why not? There's flashin' lights and fun noises. It's basically Chuck E. Cheese.

Wade: Can I touch her head for luck?
Georgie: No.
Wade: Come on, I just washed my hands.
Georgie: Make it quick.
Wade: Come on, baby. Uncle Wade needs a win.
Georgie: All right, that's enough.
Wade: [beeping, dinging] That's what I'm talkin' about! I told you babies is good luck.
Gwen: Can I touch her head, too?
Georgie: All right, no one else is touchin' my baby's head... for free.
Gwen: How much?
Georgie: Five bucks.
Wade: Worth it.
Gwen: Sold.

Georgie: If we put in one of them things that spins the hot dogs around, we would make a fortune. Oh, then they spill mustard on themselves, it's right back in the washer. That's money making money, sister.
Meemaw: Yeah, 'cause that's how people want their clothes to smell... like hot dogs.
Georgie: I love how hot dogs smell.
Meemaw: Huh. And you wonder why Mandy won't marry you.

Dale: Looks like they jimmied the door with a crowbar.
Jake: Sure does.
Dale: Well... it's a lucky break that when it happened, nobody was here.
Meemaw: If I had been here, we'd be looking for a place to bury the body.
Georgie: Yours or theirs?

Meemaw: Did you get a license plate?
Georgie: No.
Meemaw: How about the color?
Georgie: Well, the tape's in black and white. But it was not black and it was not white.
Meemaw: So the getaway car is a color.
Georgie: Or grey.
Dale: Okay. Not quite a smoking gun, but at least we know the perp drove a truck.
Meemaw: Excuse me. Could I have everybody's attention for just a minute? Show of hands, who here owns a truck? [all hands go up]
Georgie: It ain't my fault we live in Texas.