Mandy: Hey, could you watch her for a little while?
Missy: I would, but I gotta get to the grocery store if dinner's gonna be ready.
George: Three-fifty.
Jim: Three hundred and fifty dollars for a dining room set? You must be crazy.
George: That's what you said about the jet ski, but I nailed it.
Jim: Well...
Missy: You guys having a good time?
George: Oh, yeah, great time.
Missy: [turns off TV] It's over.
George: Wha... Well, what about Showcase Showdown?

Missy: ...for the food we're about to receive, and bless the hands that prepared it.
George: And for the hands what went to the store and bought it.
[Missy shoots her father an unimpressed look]

Mandy: Sorry, had a tough time getting her down. She had horrible gas.
Jim: Well, that's weird. She was an angel with us.
[flashback to George and Jim at the grocery store with CeeCee as she cries:]
Jim: Maybe she's hungry.
George: Maybe she's teething.
Jim: You know what, let her suck on a Slim Jim.
George: Ooh! Two birds.

George: What, you didn't make a big ol' breakfast?
Missy: I did, and I'm eating it. And when I'm done, I'm gonna go watch TV while you make your own breakfast and do the dishes.
George: But... you were doing great, so grown-up, cooking and cleaning.
Missy: Mm-hmm. Pass the syrup.
George: I thought we had a whole thing going here.
Missy: Now we have a new thing. Look at the fridge.
George: Chore chart?
Missy: That's right.
George: You realize it's my job that pays for all this.
Missy: That is true. Thank you.
George: You're welcome.
Missy: And thank you in advance for doing the laundry and taking out the garbage.
George: What about Georgie?
Missy: Look at the chart. Georgie mows the lawn and cleans the toilet. [George chuckles]

George: [v.o.] I've included some Polaroids of your granddaughter and your hot American boy toy.

George: [v.o.] It's a different world, Mare. I'm proud of Missy for keeping an open mind, and, shoot, I'm proud of myself.
[As Missy breaks away from making out with Taylor:]
Missy: By the way, I told my dad you're gay.
Taylor: Okay. [they resume kissing]

George: You heard her, Sheldon, she doesn't want to leave.
Sheldon: But it's my room.
George: Well, and it's my house.
Mary: Our house.
George: Sure.
Sheldon: Why can't they stay in the garage?
Missy: Why can't you stay in the garage?
Sheldon: I'm neither a car nor a box of Christmas ornaments.
George: Sheldon, my grandbaby's not sleeping in the garage.
Mary: Our grandbaby.
George: Sure.

Missy: Ew! You were doing it, too?
Mary: Well, it's... different. Your father and I are married, so when we're... amorous...
Missy: I don't want to hear about this.
George: [enters] [yawns] What's for breakfast? I am hungry. [chuckles]
Missy: Nope. [gets up and walks away]
George: What's her problem?
Missy: Thin walls.
Mary: [sighs] She heard Mandy and Georgie... You know.
George: Oh [groans] At least she didn't hear us. [Mary sighs]

Mary: You need to talk to your son.
George: About what?
Mary: I'm not sure I'm comfortable with him and Mandy being intimate.
George: They have a baby, Mare. You're a little late to the party.

George: Yeah, it was real nice of you two to pay for the wedding.
Jim: Well, you know, parents of the bride, tradition.
George: Yeah. If you need us to help out at all, we can kick in.
Jim: No, we got it.
George: [laughs] Good, 'cause we can't.

George: [on the phone] She tried to run? [chuckles] Oh, that... Oh, that makes me so happy.

Mary: Whip some of the lumps?
George: Point is, Sheldon's gobbledygook article got us a bidding war.
Mary: George, what do you know about grad school?
George: Nothing, but I do know about recruiting blue chip talent. These schools want him, and we got him.
Mary: He's not a prize heifer to auction off.
George: Mary, we got two average kids. Let's cash in on the smart one.

Mary: I thought U.T. was burnt orange?
Mr. Beaudry: Oh, no, that's the University of Texas. We're the University of Toronto. Go, True Blue.
George: Toronto?
Mr. Beaudry: Yes, sir, we're the Harvard of the North, eh.
George: Well, you should probably get going. Got a long trip ahead of you.

George: This is your decision, but best I understand, these other schools are the major leagues, and East Texas Tech is T-ball.
Sheldon: Please don't make sports analogies.
George: Fine. These schools are like... Superman and East Texas Tech is like... regular man?
Sheldon: Better, I think.

Meemaw: By chance, would you talk to her for me?
George: I'm sorry. Are you asking me for a favor?
Meemaw: Yes.
George: Mm. I didn't hear the magic word.
Meemaw: How about this? Why don't you pay me back the money I gave you for the down payment on this house?
George: Thank you. Was that so hard?