George Sr.: What the hell were you doing out there?
Mary: George, language.
George Sr.: What language?

George Sr.: I got fired, Sheldon. And I got a bad reputation.

George Sr.: You mean Sheldon? You can't let that bother you.
George Jr.: It doesn't bother you? You got called to the principal's office.
George Sr.: Yeah, that wasn't so great.

Sheldon: Hey, he was about to power a clock with a potato.
George Sr.: Not possible.

Sheldon: Dad, are you sad that you got fired?
George Sr.: Mostly angry. But, yeah, maybe a little sad.

Mary: Look at him. Breaks my heart.
George Sr.: Poor little guy, all alone.
Mary: I don't see why - his brother can't sit with him.
George Sr.: Come on, Mary. When you were in high school, would you have lunch with a nine-year-old?
Mary: Yes, I would've.
George Sr.: Well, there's something wrong with you.

Mary: What's up, sweetie?
Sheldon: I was wondering when I could continue my rocketry hobby.
George Sr.: Uh, Sheldon, we've been through this. You can build them. You just can't launch them.
Sheldon: But launching them is the fun part.
George Sr.: Tell that to the family of squirrels who died in the fire.

George Sr.: So, uh Tam. What kind of name is that?
Tam: Vietnamese, sir.
George Sr.: Sure. You know, I spent a little time over there. Army. Your mom's name isn't Kim-Lee, is it?
Tam: No, sir.
George Sr.: Good. I mean, you know, it's a small country.

Tam: Finally, we were allowed to come to United States and start over in Galveston. My father saved money and bought his own shrimp boat.
Mary: There's a happy ending. Huh? See, kids? When the going gets tough, America provides.
Tam: It did. Until the Ku Klux Klan burned our boat and chased us away.
George Sr.: You gonna put a good spin on that one?

Mary: Sorry about the "fat", honey.
George Sr.: You said you liked me this way.

George Sr.: If I grab my chest and keel over, maybe we can get out of here.
Mary: That's a terrible thing to say.

Mary: Why aren't you eating?
Sheldon: I don't think I can.
George Sr.: Sometimes the different foods touch each other, Sheldon. Not the end of the world.

George Sr.: Oh, come on. You can't blame yourself. This isn't gonna last. Remember the time a bee got in the house and he slept under a net for a couple months?

George Sr.: "Right on. Right on."

Mary: He's nine years old and he's in high school, so you can't judge him like other kids.
Dr. Goetsch: I hear ya.
Mary: George, tell him about how he's always going on and on about subatomic particles and such.
George Sr.: Oh, he'll get to gabbin' about it.

Dr. Goetsch: Okay. Let me just start by saying you came to the right place. Sheldon and I happen to have a lot in common. I, too, was a special little boy. In the fourth grade, I was reading at a seventh grade level. And I don't have to tell you where I was by the seventh grade. [silence] Tenth.
George Sr.: I'm gonna give the beanbag a whirl.

Dr. Goetsch: You'd be surprised how many children have food phobias.
Mary: Is that so?
Dr. Goetsch: Oh, yeah. When I was Sheldon's age, I was afraid of that weird skin on top of puddin'.
George Sr.: Really? Me, too. You know, you put a little Saran Wrap on-
Mary: George!

Mary: I think we should call the police.
George Sr.: We don't need the police. We'll find him.
Mary: This is all my fault. He ran away because we took him to a therapist.
George Sr.: That's $15 we ain't getting back.

George Sr.: And Sheldon's fine. You know what he's like. If someone took him, I'm sure they'll bring him right back.

George Sr.: Let's go for it.
Assistant Coach Wilkins: Why? We got plenty of time.
George Sr.: I know. Still want to go for it.
Assistant Coach Wilkins: We're on the 12-yard line. Everybody know you punt.
George Sr.: Why does everybody knowing something make it right?