Meemaw: I'm sorry, I'm just not comfortable with it.
June: You think I am? Last time he saw me naked, gravity was on my side.
Meemaw: Then why'd you ask him to do it?
June: Who else am I gonna ask, Connie?
Meemaw: You got tons of friends.
June: I've got acquaintances, I've got clients. Those aren't exactly people you want looking at your hernia scar.
Meemaw: And Dale is?
June: I got that hernia by dragging him onto the bed one night he came in passed-out drunk. Look, I'm sorry if I crossed the line, but you have nothing to worry about.
Meemaw: Okay.
June: Look, I promise, next time, I'll get the kid who mows my lawn to come over and hose me off in the backyard.
Meemaw: Call me. I'd be happy to hose you off in the backyard.

June: Hey, y'all.
Meemaw: Hey, June. Glad you finally came down.
June: This is so fun, sneaking in through the back alley. [chuckles] Y'all should get a secret knock.
George Jr.: 'Cause secrets are fun, right?
June: Absolutely.
George Jr.: [to Meemaw] Told you.
Meemaw: Go do your job.
June: So, how's this all work?
Meemaw: You play, you lose, you go home smelling like cigarettes.
June: You just described my love life. [Meemaw laughs]

June: Whoa, and the '70s are back. All we need are the Bee Gees and bell-bottoms, and it's Studio 54.
George Jr.: I don't know what any of that means, but all right.
June: So, I guess your meemaw came over on our side.
George Jr.: No. She pissed me off, so now she gets a disco ball.
June: I don't want to get caught in the middle of a family squabble.
George Jr.: Oh, don't worry, she'll know it was me.
June: Then I love it.
George Jr.: Now, what's a Bee Gee?
June: It's a brother singing band. They did all the music for Saturday Night Fever.
George Jr.: What's Saturday Night Fever?
June: Damn, I'm old.

June: Hey, there.
Meemaw: I hope you don't mind, I started without you.
June: Not at all. Is this one for me or am I gonna be carrying you home tonight? [chuckles]
Meemaw: It's all yours.

Dr. John Sturgis: Connie!
Meemaw: Hey, John.
June: How?
Meemaw: We used to date.
June: So you dated him and Dale? You don't have a type, do you?

June: What can I do for you?
Mary: Well, I guess I'm just looking for a change.
June: Uh-oh.
Mary: What's "uh-oh"?
June: Well, nothing, it's just, when the women come in looking for a change, it's usually relationship trouble.
Mary: [laughs softly] Oh... Well, not me. I'm fine.
June: Okay, but I got a perm and a divorce in the same week and I only regret one of them. [laughs]

Mary: Sometimes I think George doesn't even see me. And it's not just him. My daughter's embarrassed of me, my boys think all I'm good for is food and clean clothes.
June: You start feeling like a ghost, right?
Mary: Yes.
June: I get it, I'm a mom.
Mary: [sighs] So did that feeling ever go away?
June: Yeah. I realized I was doing everything for everyone else, and I didn't have anything left for me. So, here we are.

Mary: Hi.
June: Oh. Three days in a row. If you were a man, I'd think you was in love with me.

June: Whoo-hoo! [laughing] [machine dinging]
Meemaw: Sounds like you're doing okay down here.
June: Oh, I'm doing better than okay. I hit big.
George Jr.: Whoa. $11,000?
Meemaw: That can't be right.
June: Well, I see two ones and three zeroes. Last time I checked, that's 11,000.

Meemaw: So, Georgie found the manual and figured out what the problem was.
June: I know the problem. I cleaned you out.
Meemaw: Because when these machines get unplugged, they reset at the highest possible payout.
June: Wow, sounds like your problem.
Meemaw: Well... I don't have $11,000.
June: I understand.
Meemaw: Thank you.
June: So, what are you gonna do about it?
Meemaw: Well, obviously, lunch is on me.
June: Oh, wow. The whole lunch? Even the little frilly toothpicks?
Meemaw: What do you want me to do?
June: Make me a partner.
Meemaw: What? No. I already brought Georgie in, I have to pay the police off, I can't have another hand in the till.
June: Sounds like your problem again.

Meemaw: What the hell is all this?
George Jr.: June brought in twinkle lights.
Meemaw: Oh, did she?
George Jr.: I thought it might make things a little more festive.
Meemaw: Looks like Christmas in jail.
June: [laughs] I actually have a really good story about that.
Meemaw: Take it down.
June: Maybe when you're in a better mood.