Missy: Do you hate Georgie?
Mandy: No. No, Georgie's a good guy. If anything, I hate myself for making bad decisions.
Missy: Like having sex before marriage?
Mandy: More like having tequila before sex.
Mary: Hey. What's going on here?
Missy: Mandy was just telling me how she got pregnant.
Mandy: No, no...
Missy: But you said...
Mandy: No.
Missy: No.

Meemaw: Well, the laundromat's a cash business.
Mandy: That's mostly just quarters, though, isn't it?
Meemaw: Uh, yeah, but, well, now we've got the video store, and I'm not real big on banks.
Mandy: Because you lived through the Depression?
Meemaw: Yeah. [insincere laugh]

Georgie: I know it's a lot.
Mandy: It's amazing. [chuckles]
Georgie: It is?
Mandy: My kid's going to private school. You're going to private school!

Mandy: Are you that worried about the massage? You know, you don't have to get one.
Georgie: It ain't the massage. Well, it's a little the massage. They ain't gonna touch my butt, are they?
Mandy: Oh, yes. I ordered the couples' butt massage. I paid extra for it.
Georgie: Really?
Mandy: No, dummy.

Georgie: Well, I can write you a letter if you want.
Mandy: Please don't.
Georgie: Why not?
Mandy: 'Cause your spelling makes me sad.
Georgie: I can use small words.

Audrey: You know, I was thinking, for your something old, you could wear my veil.
Mandy: You know, Georgie's 11 years younger than me. I-I think I am the something old.
Audrey: [chuckles] Don't worry. When he loses all his hair, he's gonna look way older than you.
Mandy: Aw. Thanks.

Georgie: Need a hand?
Mandy: This thing ate my quarters, and now it's stuck.
Georgie: That tends to happen with number seven. What you want to do is a push-pull.
Mandy: And here I was just pushing like a damn fool. [chuckles]

Georgie: So, what'd you do in San Antonio?
Mandy: I was the weather girl at the local TV station.
Georgie: No way. So you were on TV?
Mandy: 5:30 every morning. More people are seeing me right here.
Georgie: Why'd you leave?
Mandy: The station manager and I broke up. But now his new girlfriend gets to be on TV. At 8:30. That bitch.
Georgie: That sucks.

Meemaw: Georgie ain't here.
Mandy: I came to talk to you.
Meemaw: Could you please take your voice down just a notch?
Mandy: Why? You don't want anyone to hear?
Meemaw: No, I'm a little hungover.
Mandy: [shakes laundry trolley] How could you not tell me he was 17?
Meemaw: Look, I did tell him to tell you before things went too far.
Mandy: Well, they did go too far.
Meemaw: Well, I get it. Men are the worst. I'm going through stuff myself.
Mandy: We are not bonding over this!
Meemaw: Listen. Just calm down.
Mandy: Don't tell me to calm down! And good luck with your hangover. [slams dryer lid] [exits]
Meemaw: Well, that's too bad. I liked her.

Georgie: Thanks for coming.
Mandy: Yeah, it was... great.
Georgie: Okay, so, I'll talk to you?
Mandy: I guess. [Georgie leans in] What are you doing?
Georgie: Giving you a kiss good night.
Mandy: I think you've given me enough.

Mandy: So, you really think my folks'll come around?
Meemaw: I don't know 'em, but babies have a magical power over people, especially grandparents.
Mandy: Is that how you felt when Georgie was born?
Meemaw: Oh, it was love at first sight.
Mandy: And then 17 years later he got me pregnant.
Meemaw: You're not gonna let that go, are you?
Mandy: Nope.
Meemaw: Hmm.

Sheldon: Mandy: Are you Georgie's brother and sister?
Missy: Yeah.
Mandy: I'm Mandy. I'm Georgie's... I'm Mandy.

Georgie: Why is it so dark in there?
Mandy: No reason.
Georgie: What's with the candles? Are you on a date?
Mandy: You think I'd dress like this on a date?
Georgie: I think you look good.
Mandy: Well, I don't, and if I was on a date, it'd be none of your business.
Georgie: Then why are you sitting in the dark?
Mandy: Okay. It's not a big deal. I was a little short on the power bill this month.
Georgie: How come?
Mandy: Well, waiting tables and morning sickness, not a great combination. Definitely got reflected in my tips.

Georgie: Don't worry. I'll pay to get your power turned back on.
Mandy: I'm not a charity case. I can figure this out on my own.
Georgie: But you can't even watch TV. What kind of life is that?
Mandy: It's fine. I can hear the neighbors fight. That's almost as good as TV.

Georgie: Why do you look like you're gonna cry?
Mandy: [cries] 'Cause I am.
Georgie: What's wrong?
Mandy: My whole life. A year ago, I was a TV weather girl in San Antonio, and now I'm living in a garage with the 17-year-old who got me pregnant.
Georgie: I'll be 18 before you know it.
Mandy: [crying] But not before you're a father!
Georgie: Okay, well, what can I do?
Mandy: Nothing, you're doing great. That's how screwed up my life is right now, you're the best part of it.