Mary: Who says you have to take him fishing? Find something else to do with him. Something he'd like.
George Sr.: What are we gonna do? Spend the weekend sitting around, thinking?

[After Sheldon catches a fish]
Sheldon: Get it away, get it away!
George Sr.: Calm down, it's an itty-bitty thing.
Sheldon: No, I'm an itty-bitty thing!

George Sr.: Hey, we got any plans this weekend?
Mary: I thought maybe we could get started on the vegetable garden, and then, of course, church on Sunday.
George Sr.: Yeah, that does sound fun, but what if, instead, I was to go up to Bethy Creek with Georgie and do some fishing?
Mary: How long you been waiting to spring that on me?
George Sr.: Well, not till I was done rotating my hips.
Mary: You're awful.

George Sr.: I thought you didn't like taking the Lord's name in vain?
Mary: Oh, shut up.
George Sr.: It's been a while, huh?
Mary: Don't blame me. You're the one who had a heart attack.
George Sr.: Mm, the doctor did say I needed to get more exercise.
Mary: I think he meant walks around the block.
George Sr.: No, he winked at me, and did this little rotation with his hips.

[after flashing back his parents being intimate]
George Sr.: Sheldon, want some?
Sheldon: Uh, no, thank you. I'm not hungry.

[in bed together]
George Sr.: Hot damn!
Mary: George, language!

George Sr.: Here we go, maiden voyage. Mmm, mmm. Hot damn.

Adult Sheldon: Don't let the hug fool you. The minute she went home, he made me give him the recipe.

George Sr.: Hey. I get it. I have a daughter. I wouldn't want her bringing home someone like that. But I've come a hell of a long way since then.
Meemaw: Okay, you're right. George, I'm sorry.
George Sr.: That means more to me than any recipe. Come here.

George Sr.: Connie, you've had every opportunity to give me that recipe and you never did, because you've always treated me like an outsider.
Mary: No, she has not.
Missy: Oh, of course I have.
George Sr.: See? She admits it.
Meemaw: Damn right, I do. Never thought you were good enough for my daughter. There you were, riding around on that dumb motorcycle, knocking her up.

Sheldon: I can write it down for you.
George Sr.: That's okay, I don't want it.
Missy: You have got to be kidding me.

Meemaw: That's impossible, you weren't even two years old.
Sheldon: Three tablespoons of dried mustard, one cup of Lone Star beer-
Meemaw: Okay. Okay. Go ahead. Give it to your father.

Mary: How do you know the recipe, Shelly?
Sheldon: Meemaw told it to me on Valentine's Day, 1982. You were out with Dad seeing Cannonball Run at the dollar theater.

Sheldon: I know Meemaw's brisket recipe.
George Sr.: What?
Meemaw: No, you don't.
Sheldon: Yes, I do. And in order to bring peace to this family, I'm prepared to make it public.
Meemaw: You're bluffing.
Sheldon: One tablespoon of cumin, one cup of brown sugar, two tablespoons of smoked paprika-
Meemaw: Okay, okay, stop.

George Sr.: What are you doing here?
Meemaw: Same as you. I want to see what his brain did.

Sheldon: Dad, could you please come into the living room?
George Sr.: What for?
Sheldon: My brain did something impressive and I'd like to share it with you.

George Jr.: This is serious. Sheldon, you've got to tell Dad that recipe.
Sheldon: But Meemaw told me it was a secret.
George Jr.: If you don't, and Mom and Dad get a divorce, it's your fault.
Sheldon: All right. Fine.
Missy: Good job, Soggy Pants.

George Jr.: You can really remember when you were that little?
Sheldon: Uh-huh. You were there, too. You were still struggling with potty training.
George Jr.: [CHUCKLING]: I don't think so.
Sheldon: Oh, yes. Meemaw used to call you Mr. Soggy Pants.

Sheldon: You were there. Don't you remember?
Missy: [SIGHS] I got nothing.

[flashback]
Meemaw: Open wide, Moonpie. Here comes the choo choo train. Choo choo. Mmm. Isn't that good? [CHUCKLES] That's Meemaw's famous brisket. Would you like the secret recipe? [GASPS] You promise not to tell anybody? Of course you're not gonna tell anybody. I start with a tablespoon of cumin, and then a cup of brown sugar and-
[present day]
Sheldon: I know the recipe.
George Jr.: What?
Sheldon: She told it to me.
George Jr.: When?
Sheldon: February 14, 1982. I was 23 months old, it was Valentine's Day, and Mom and Dad went out for dinner.