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!

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.

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.

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.

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

Meemaw: Here you go... Scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits and fresh-squeezed orange juice.
Mandy: Thank you. Looks amazing.
Georgie: Where's mine?
Meemaw: You're not pregnant. She is.
Georgie: Well, I like to think we're pregnant.
Mandy: Really? Are your ankles swollen? Did you throw up this morning? Are you constipated?
Georgie: No, dear.
Mandy: Stop calling me "dear." I'm not your dear.

Mandy: Oh, stop. You could totally be a weather girl.
Missy: No. They're all perfect and blonde. Like you.
Mandy: Anybody can be blonde. [scoffs] You think Madonna's really blonde?
Missy: What?
Mandy: [whispers] She's a brunette.
Missy: What about her Blond Ambition Tour?
Mandy: Ha. More like Bottle Blond Ambition Tour.
Missy: Funny and beautiful. No wonder my brother put a baby in you.

Mandy: Well, thanks again. That was fun.
Georgie: Really? Dinner with my family?
Mandy: My family won't talk to me at all. So, I'll take "niblingo" and a home-cooked meal any day.
Georgie: Well, you're always welcome.
Mandy: I think there's ice cream in the freezer, if you want to come in. I mean, I'm gonna eat it, but you can watch.

Dr. Nicholson: So, how are you feeling?
Mandy: Fat and disgusting.
Dr. Nicholson: I mean, are you having any discomfort, fatigue?
Mandy: Yeah, that's all I have.
Meemaw: I think what she's saying is she feels eight months pregnant.
Mandy: Eight. 800.

Mandy: Missy's a good kid. I'm sure she's okay.
Mary: [sighs] I was a good kid. Didn't stop me from getting into trouble.
Mandy: [chuckles] Me, too. One time, I was at this party and... Actually, never mind. The important thing is we survived.
Mary: Yes, we did. [inhales deeply] You just want your children to have an easier time of it.
Mandy: Easier. My baby's gonna have a broke single mom and a teenage dad.
Mary: Mm-hmm. Let me get you some more tea.
Mandy: Okay.

Mandy: Wait, who said her last name's gonna be Cooper?
Georgie: Well, that's my last name.
Mandy: Yeah, and mine's McAllister.
Georgie: Yeah, but I'm the dad.
Mandy: So?
Georgie: I think that's just the rule.
Mandy: Not my rule.
Georgie: Well, all right. Let's not fight about it. I'm pretty sure she can hear us.
Mandy: Yeah, you're probably right. [clears throat] Please don't have a giant head!

George: [enters] Hey.
Mandy: What's going on with you two?
Mary: Nothing.
George: We're fine.
Mandy: You know what, if you're gonna fight, can you do it out loud? 'Cause I could really use the distraction.
Mary: No one's fighting.
Mandy: [pained groan] Where is that big needle? I was promised a big needle.

Georgie: It ain't a big deal.
Meemaw: What do you mean, it's not a big deal? You're gonna be 18. You can legally buy me cigarettes.
Mandy: And CeeCee's excited her dad's gonna be an actual adult and she doesn't have to change the subject every time his age comes up.
Georgie: If I wasn't mature, that'd probably hurt my feelings. And you don't have to get me anything. She's enough.
Mandy: Glad you like her. I didn't save the receipt.