Meemaw: Yeah?
Mary: What took you so long to answer?
Meemaw: Powdering my nose. What's it to ya?
Mary: Sorry I asked.

Missy: Do you know how to get to the hospital?
George Jr.: Yeah. It's right across the street from the Dairy Queen.
Sheldon: Which Dairy Queen?
George Jr.: What are you talkin' about?
Sheldon: There's two.
George Jr.: Really?

Sheldon: Please slow down.
George Jr.: I'm goin' eight miles an hour. A cow just passed us.

Adult Sheldon: I've often been asked why I never learned to drive a car. This night is your answer.

George Jr.: Okay, seat belts, everybody.
Sheldon: Please drive slowly.
George Jr.: Relax. I know what I'm doin'.

Sheldon: Ugh. I'm coming with you.
George Jr.: Why are you wearin' my helmet?
Sheldon: I don't expect this to end well.
George Jr.: And the pillows?
Sheldon: Same answer.

Sheldon: What are you doing?
George Jr.: I'm driving to the hospital. You can come with me or stay here up to you.
Missy: I'm comin'.
George Jr.: Sheldon?
Sheldon: You're 14. You don't know how to drive.
George Jr.: I drove a tractor at 4-H camp. It's the same thing.
Sheldon: But you sat on the farmer's lap.
George Jr.: Then stay here.

George Jr.: [to Sheldon] Shh.
Sheldon: [to Missy] Shh.
Missy: Who do I shush?
George Jr.: Shh!
Sheldon: Shh!

Missy: You asleep?
Sheldon: No.
Missy: Me neither. Every time the phone rings, I get scared.
Sheldon: Me, too.

Sheldon: Meemaw?
Meemaw: What?
Sheldon: Is Dad really okay?
Meemaw: Yes.
Sheldon: I hope you're not bluffing.

George Jr.: This is stupid.
Meemaw: You know what's stupid? I got to drink pink wine!

Meemaw: Y'all two go get ready for bed.
George Jr.: I don't want to stay around here. I want to go to the hospital and see Dad.
Meemaw: Well, I want to go to Las Vegas and see Willie Nelson, but that ain't gonna happen either.

Sheldon: What'd she say?
Meemaw: The doctors are doin' some tests, but, dollars to donuts, your daddy's just got a bad case of gas.

Mary: Hi, Mom. Kids okay?
Meemaw: Yeah, they're fine. How's George?
Mary: I don't know. They're running tests.
Meemaw: Well, don't you worry about us. Everything's under control here.
Mary: Okay. I'll call you when I know more.
Meemaw: How you holdin' up?
Mary: I guess I'm okay.
Meemaw: Well, George is gonna pull through this, honey. I guarantee it.
Mary: Thanks, Mom. Thanks for bein' there.
Meemaw: You bet.

Meemaw: What kind of Texan drinks pink wine?

Sheldon: What did you mean by "insurance purposes"?
Meemaw: Just eat.

George Jr.: Hey. What's goin' on?
Missy: Dad's in the hospital.
George Jr.: What? Why's Dad in the hospital?
Meemaw: He's gonna be fine.
Sheldon: He had chest pains.
Meemaw: He's gonna be fine.
George Jr.: What are we doin'? Why aren't we going to the hospital?
Meemaw: Nobody's goin' nowhere. We're just gonna stay calm, have a nice dinner, and wait for your mama to call and tell us what's what.
George Jr.: I'm not hungry.

Missy: Is Daddy gonna be okay?
Meemaw: Oh, yeah. Your Pop-Pop used to have little chest pains all the time.
Sheldon: Didn't he die of a heart attack?
Meemaw: Well, for insurance purposes, yes.

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

Mary: I think my husband's having a heart attack!
Nurse Robinson: I need an RRT and a crash cart.
Mary: Over here.
Nurse Robinson: Sir, are you having chest pains right now?
George Sr.: Yeah, a little bit.
Nurse Robinson: Any numbness or pain in your arms?
George Sr.: Maybe this one.
Nurse Robinson: Shortness of breath?
Mary: Enough questions. He's a fat, middle-aged man with chest pains. Do something!