George Jr.: Need a hand?
Mandy: This thing ate my quarters, and now it's stuck.
George Jr.: 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]

George Jr.: So, what'd you do in San Antonio?
Mandy: I was the weather girl at the local TV station.
George Jr.: No way. So you were on TV?
Mandy: 5:30 every morning. More people are seeing me right here.
George Jr.: 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.
George Jr.: 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.

George Jr.: Thanks for coming.
Mandy: Yeah, it was... great.
George Jr.: Okay, so, I'll talk to you?
Mandy: I guess. [Georgie leans in] What are you doing?
George Jr.: 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.

Mandy: Payment method. Don't see an option for "bad check."
Meemaw: You don't have health insurance?
Mandy: I don't even have car insurance.
Meemaw: How do you drive without car insurance?
Mandy: Slowly.

George Jr.: When you did the weather, how'd you know if it was gonna rain or not?
Mandy: Oh, I didn't. I just wore something low-cut and read it off a screen.
George Jr.: Nice.

George Jr.: Can we talk?
Mandy: [sighs] We better.
George Jr.: What's going on?
Mandy: I'm pregnant.

Mary: Well, regardless of what goes on with your parents, we want you to know that we are here for you and the baby, who we will love and cherish.
Mandy: Thank you.
George Jr.: Me, too. In fact, if you want, I can go with you to tell your parents.
Mandy: Yeah, and then my father can shoot you. [Georgie laughs] I'm not kidding.