Mandy: Hey, uh, speaking of smells, do I have time to change CeeCee?
Mary: Still waiting on George. Go ahead.
Mandy: Okay.
Georgie: You need some help?
Mandy: No. Uh, well, I am in all white. Yes.

Meemaw: What am I smelling?
Sheldon: I'm wearing peppermint oil. It's a natural bee repellant.
Missy: You smell like a candy cane.
Sheldon: Do not lick me.

Sheldon: If I get stung by a bee, I'm turning you in to child protective services.

George: What's happening?
Mary: We are leaving for the bluebonnet picture at 4:00. Don't be late.
George: Wouldn't miss it. Hey, you want a ride to school?
Missy: Nah, I'll take the bus.
George: Suit yourself. See y'all later.
[Sheldon doesn't look up from his bowl of cereal.]
Mary: Four o'clock.
[George nods and leaves]

Mary: Don't forget, we have the family portrait today.
Missy: Do we really have to stand in a field of flowers?
Mary: Yes.
Sheldon: If you're worried about getting stung, I have a backup beekeeper uniform.
Mary: You are not wearing a beekeeper uniform in the picture.
Missy: Please? It'll really help my story about him going to a special school.

Mary: I'm guessing you don't have classes today?
Sheldon: How'd you know?
Missy: 'Cause you're dressed like a six-year-old.
Mary: Don't say that. He looks... fun.
Sheldon: Thank you.

Missy: Well, I'm sure you'll make lots of friends. Maybe even a smart, weird girlfriend.
Sheldon: I have a girlfriend. Her name is science.
Missy: Cool. When do you leave?

Missy: Well, I'm sure there'll be a bunch of smart other weirdos at "Cowtech."
Sheldon: "Cowtech?"
Missy: Yeah.
Sheldon: Caltech.
Missy: Like calculators?
Sheldon: Like California.
Missy: Oh. Mm. I like mine better.

Missy: Are you nervous?
Sheldon: Yes. What if no one likes me in California?
Missy: No one likes you here.
Sheldon: No one understands me here. There's a difference.

Sheldon: Are you nervous about moving to a new city?
Missy: Nope.
Sheldon: But you won't know anyone.
Missy: That's the best part. I won't be the dumb sister of the smartest boy in town.
Sheldon: You're not going to brag about me?
Missy: Hell, no. I'm gonna tell people you were sent away to a school for special kids.
Sheldon: Caltech is a school for special kids.
Missy: Great, it works on two levels.

Sheldon: [knocks three times] Missy.
Missy: [o.s.] Yeah?
Sheldon: [knocks three times] Missy.
Missy: [o.s.] What?
Sheldon: [knocks three times] Missy.
Missy: [opens door] What?

George: Well, one day, you're gonna own a house, you're gonna need to learn this stuff, too.
Georgie: No, I'm gonna make enough money to where I can pay somebody else to do it.
George: I'd love to see that.
Georgie: Oh, now you're making fun of me.
George: No, I mean it.
Georgie: 'Cause I got a plan. I'm gonna be rich.
George: Yeah, what's your plan?
Georgie: To be rich.
George: [chuckles] Well, I'll give you one thing. You got confidence.
Georgie: Thank you.
George: You get a second thing, you'll be unstoppable.
Georgie: Sounds like I'm halfway there.
George: I suppose you are.

Georgie: You even know what you're looking for?
George: Broken shingles, loose flashing.
Georgie: Loose flashing? How do you even know that?
George: Is it weird that I know things?
Georgie: Not weird, just surprising.

Georgie: Hey.
George: Hey.
Georgie: Should you be up there?
George: Yeah, the realtor said we'd get a better price if the roof was in good shape. I'm just taking a look.
Georgie: Yeah, but a man your age. And size.
George: Did you come out here to insult me?
Georgie: Mom sent me out here to help. The insults just come natural.

Mary: This is our little boy's room.
Sheldon: [geiger counter clicking] Might want to stay there until I finish my sweep.
George: What are you doing?
Sheldon: You said the realtor was coming over today. I wanted to make sure my room wasn't still radioactive.
Mary: Oh, it was never radioactive.
Sheldon: We don't know that. I did have radioactive material.
George: There was no radioactive material. The FBI stopped him before he got any.
Sheldon: Oh, you're talking about the uranium I tried to buy. I'm referring to the americium isotopes I was using to make a nuclear reactor.
George: [to the realtor] Don't write that down.