George Sr.: Hey. You might want to check in on Sheldon.
Mary: Is he okay?
George Sr.: Well, he was smiling.
Mary: Smiling how? [George mimics Sheldon's strained grin] Oh, boy.

Sheldon: Okay, so we've agreed on monthly rent. Should we talk utilities?
George Jr.: Why do I got to pay for that stuff?
George Sr.: 'Cause you use them and they cost money.
Sheldon: There are five of us in the house, so I suggest he pays 20%. Although he does take a long time drying that hair.
George Sr.: 20%'s fine.
George Jr.: Hold on. It takes a whole lot more water to clean you than me.
George Sr.: Hey, watch it. I don't have to let you live here.
George Jr.: Let me? I'm paying for everything. You gonna charge me for food, too?
George Sr.: Mm, it's not the worst idea.
George Jr.: You know what? Maybe I shouldn't be in this house.
George Sr.: You said it, not me.

George Sr.: Georgie's only got one more year of school, and then he can do whatever he wants.
Dale: I don't want to come between you and your family.
George Sr.: Too late.
Meemaw: Listen, I know you're upset, but the person you ought to be yelling at is Georgie, not us.
George Sr.: I yelled at him... it didn't help!
Meemaw: Is this helping?
George Sr.: A little, yes.

Mary: You are finishing high school, end of discussion.
George Jr.: It's my life.
George Sr.: It's my house. If you're don't go to school, you can't live here.
Mary: Hold on, we are not kicking him out.
George Sr.: The hell we're not!
George Jr.: I'll pack right now.
Mary: Stop, you don't have to go.
George Sr.: Yes, he does. My house, my rules.
Mary: It is my house, too.
George Sr.: Oh, really?
Mary: Yes, really.

Coach Wilkins: Darlene and I love to go line dancing.
George Sr.: Next.
Coach Wilkins: Let's see. There's the Roundabout.
George Sr.: What's that?
Coach Wilkins: It's a roller rink. They have cool lights and a DJ. It's like a disco.
George Sr.: So, when I said no to line dancing, you thought, "Let's put George on wheels."
Coach Wilkins: Ooh. Take her bowling.
[George pictures Brenda Sparks working at the bowling alley]
George Sr.: I don't want to take her bowling.

George Sr.: When you were married, would you have said that Herschel was your best friend?
Brenda Sparks: [scoffs] What married person would say that?
George Sr.: My buddy Wayne.
Brenda Sparks: Does this buddy of yours have kids?
George Sr.: No.
Brenda Sparks: Then what the hell does he know?
George Sr.: He's a very happy guy. It's exhausting. Ooh, I should get going.
Brenda Sparks: Okay. You want to take a chicken for the smoker?
George Sr.: Do I look like a vegetarian?

Brenda Sparks: It ain't pretty, but it's private. So, what's up?
George Sr.: Now, don't freak out, but Connie was at the bar asking questions.
Brenda Sparks: What the hell?
George Sr.: It's fine. I handled it. [Brenda sighs] We're all good.
Brenda Sparks: Well, I hope so.
George Sr.: We are. But I think we probably shouldn't go to the bar at the same time for a while.
Brenda Sparks: Okay. You stay home. I'll go.
George Sr.: Why me? That's where I hang out.
Brenda Sparks: I'm single. Who am I gonna meet sitting at home?
George Sr.: I don't know. Mailman? Plumber? I've seen a movie where the pizza delivery boy does pretty well for himself. [both chuckle]

Meemaw: I saw Brenda at the grocery today.
George Sr.: Oh, yeah? How's she doing?
Meemaw: I don't know. Something going on with her?
George Sr.: What do you mean?
Meemaw: I was just talking about what happened to y'all at the bar, and she kind of got weird.
George Sr.: Weird how? What'd she say?
Meemaw: Well, it's not so much what she said. Just kind of a vibe I got.
George Sr.: Well, maybe you made her uncomfortable. You do have that effect on people.

George Sr.: [on the phone] What did you tell her?
Brenda Sparks: Nothing.
George Sr.: Well, whatever you said's got her sniffing around me like a hound dog after a polecat.
Brenda Sparks: A hound dog after a polecat?
George Sr.: When I get nervous, I get extra country.
Brenda Sparks: Did you get country in front of her?
George Sr.: No.
Brenda Sparks: So you played it cool.
George Sr.: No.

George Sr.: [on the phone] So, we got to get our stories straight. Now, wh-what did you tell her?
Brenda Sparks: I told her we weren't together. I was there, and you were there, and other people were there, too.
George Sr.: That's good. That's good.
Brenda Sparks: So, what did you tell her?
George Sr.: I was a little rude and rushed her out of the house.
Brenda Sparks: Don't you do that all the time?
George Sr.: Oh, yeah. Oh, I guess we're okay.

George Sr.: Look, I'm-I'm sorry about earlier.
Brenda Sparks: It's okay. I understand.
George Sr.: I just don't want this to be weird. We're neighbors. You and my wife are friends. Your kids aren't here, right?
Brenda Sparks: No.
George Sr.: S-So, we're-we're neighbors. You and my wife are friends.
Brenda Sparks: That's why it's weird, George.
George Sr.: But nothing actually happened. There's no reason to feel guilty.
Brenda Sparks: Okay.
George Sr.: I mean, did we have too much to drink? Sure. Did-did we talk about going home from the bar together?
Brenda Sparks: Okay, I'm sorry about that.
George Sr.: No need to apologize, 'cause we didn't go. All we did was have a nice time in a public place. Mm? Is there anything wrong with that?
Brenda Sparks: Kind of feels like it.
George Sr.: It does feel like it. Why does it feel like it?
Brenda Sparks: [sighs] Maybe... ...'cause it was nice to talk to someone and feel special.
George Sr.: It was.
Brenda Sparks: Mm, maybe you should go.
George Sr.: I should go.
Brenda Sparks: Thanks for stopping by.
George Sr.: Yeah.

Brenda Sparks: Psst. George.
George Sr.: What's up?
Brenda Sparks: How you doing?
George Sr.: Hanging in.
Brenda Sparks: So... is it weird, me coming over for dinner?
George Sr.: What do you mean?
Brenda Sparks: You know exactly what I mean.
George Sr.: Brenda, I had a lot to drink that night. You know, I don't remember much.
Brenda Sparks: You don't?
George Sr.: No, I do not. [nods]
Brenda Sparks: Oh. Okay. I guess I don't either.
George Sr.: Great. See you at dinner.
Brenda Sparks: Yeah, mm-hmm.

George Sr.: Bad enough they rolled me out in a wheelchair I didn't need. You could've let me drive.
Mary: You got winded getting in the car.
George Sr.: You heard that, huh?

[George's monitor is beeping steadily]
Mary: Hi.
George Sr.: Hey.
Mary: Look who I have with me.
Brenda Sparks: Hey, George.
George Sr.: Brenda. [monitor beeps rapidly]
Mary: Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?
George Sr.: Oh, no. Nah, I was just... excited to see you, hmm? [monitor beeping faster] [rapid beeping] [George pulls of his monitor clip] [alarm beeping] [nervous chuckle]

Adult Sheldon: With my father home from the hospital, my mother had instructed us to let him relax. And what could be more relaxing than a spirited discussion of societal rules and morality?
Sheldon: Dad.
George Sr.: What's up?
Sheldon: I'm struggling with an ethical crisis.
George Sr.: Be a kid. Quit struggling.

Mary: Should we talk about what happened the other night?
George Sr.: What happened the other night?
Mary: Us having that huge fight.
George Sr.: Oh, that, that. Forget it.
Mary: [scoffs] How can I?
George Sr.: It was a bad night. I say best thing is to put it in the rearview mirror.
Mary: [sighs] Oh, I would love that.
George Sr.: Done. The other night never happened.
Mary: Thank you.
George Sr.: [sighs]
Disc Jockey: And up next, we've got a twofer of Lynyrd Skynyrd coming at you.
[As "What's Your Name" starts to play, George turns off the radio]
George Sr.: [chuckles] Could use a little peace and quiet.

George Sr.: [laughs] You were a cheerleader?
Brenda Sparks: Yeah. I mean, you wouldn't know it to look at me now.
George Sr.: Don't say that. I can totally see you on top of that pyramid.
Brenda Sparks: Oh, I was on the bottom, and you know it. But at least I could fill out a sweater.
George Sr.: You and me both, sister.

George Sr.: And then Missy starts tearing everybody a new one, 'cause her little boyfriend broke up with her.
Brenda Sparks: Poor thing. But good training for when her husband dumps her one day.
George Sr.: [chuckles] I'm sorry about that.
Brenda Sparks: No, you know what, the truth is, it was over a while ago.
George Sr.: It happens.
Brenda Sparks: But, hey, he's got the kids tonight and ladies drink half price, so let's pretend I'm a lady.
George Sr.: [laughs] Yes, ma'am.
Brenda Sparks: Mm. You look like you could use a shot with that beer.
George Sr.: Shots? I got school in the morning.
Brenda Sparks: Oh. I didn't realize we were both here for ladies' night.
George Sr.: Can we get some shots over here?

George Sr.: Oh! I love Skynyrd!
Brenda Sparks: You know what? I saw them play Dallas.
George Sr.: You're kidding. Wh-What year?
Brenda Sparks: I'd just got kicked out of beauty school, so I guess... [sighs] '76?
George Sr.: I was at that show!
Brenda Sparks: Stop it.
George Sr.: Nah. Nazareth opened.
Brenda Sparks: Oh, my God. They did. They did. [chuckles]
George Sr.: Small world.
Brenda Sparks: Yeah.

Brenda Sparks: You want to dance?
George Sr.: [chuckles] Me? No.
Brenda Sparks: Oh, come on.
George Sr.: No. There's people here.
Brenda Sparks: Well... then what if we go someplace else?
George Sr.: What do you have in mind?
Brenda Sparks: Herschel does have the kids. [off George's look] Oh, God, I'm sorry. [laughs] That was... That was over the line. [George groans] [George pants] You okay? George?