Meemaw: Good night, Wade.
Wade: It ain't good. I lost all my money.
Meemaw: Well, good for me.
Wade: Yeah, yeah.

Meemaw: She ducking your calls?
George Jr.: Seems like it.
Meemaw: Well, you understand why she might not want to talk to you.
George Jr.: Yes, I know. I'm trying to make up for it.
Meemaw: This might be one of those things you just can't make up for.
George Jr.: Ain't fair.
Meemaw: You better do some growing up fast, 'cause "fair" left the building the second you yanked your pants down.
George Jr.: Thanks for making me feel worse.
Meemaw: Anytime.

Mandy: So, I told my folks about the baby.
Meemaw: And?
Mandy: They told me I'm on my own. They want nothing to do with me.
Meemaw: Sorry. Give it a minute, they still might come around.
Mandy: I didn't even get to the part where the father's 17 years old.
Meemaw: Something fun for next time.

Meemaw: When Mary told me she was pregnant, I reacted pretty much the same way that your folks did. Not my finest moment.
Mandy: Let me guess, they got married and suddenly you were okay with it.
Meemaw: Hell no. I didn't want my daughter to marry that fat dumbass. I shouldn't have said that. He got fat later.
Mandy: I'd laugh, but my mom gained 70 pounds when she had my little brother.

George Jr.: Where you going?
Meemaw: I got stuff to do.
George Jr.: Like what?
Meemaw: Just stuff.
George Jr.: Well, can you stop and get me something to eat?
Meemaw: No.
George Jr.: Why not?
Meemaw: 'Cause I got stuff to do.
George Jr.: Which you won't tell me.
Meemaw: 'Cause it's none of your damn business.
George Jr.: Is it illegal?
Meemaw: I'm not gonna play this game with you, Georgie.
George Jr.: Just give me the first letter.
Meemaw: Goodbye.

Mandy: Okay... marital status. Single.
Meemaw: [to a couple] Mind your own business.
Mandy: Name of father. I can't write "Georgie," it sounds like he's 11.
Meemaw: George Marshall Cooper.
Mandy: Marshall? I didn't know that.
Meemaw: Isn't it nice he can still surprise you? [chuckles]

George Jr.: I knew it.
Meemaw: What are you doing here?
George Jr.: What are you doing here?
Mandy: I asked her to be here.
George Jr.: So, her and not me?
Mandy: Yeah.
Meemaw: [to a couple] Don't make me come over there.

Meemaw: How did you follow me?
George Jr.: Wasn't hard. You can see that yellow Toyota from outer space.
Meemaw: It is a Mazda.
George Jr.: This is my baby, too. I think I should be a part of this.
Meemaw: You did your part, now git.

Meemaw: What the hell are you doing?
George Jr.: Making extra money.
Meemaw: Are you crazy? You're gonna get us all arrested.
George Jr.: You're paying off the cops, ain't you?
Meemaw: For gambling. You start selling liquor without a license, you're asking for trouble.
George Jr.: I'm having a baby. I need cash.
Meemaw: Well, think of something else.
George Jr.: Well, can I have a raise?
Meemaw: Are you selling that or drinking it?

George Jr.: Hey, if we can't sell beer, what about cigarettes? We could make money and keep people from leaving to go buy more.
Meemaw: That's not a bad idea.
George Jr.: I could go down to Walmart, buy some cartons. We could mark 'em up like crazy.
Meemaw: Mm-hmm. Reminds me of when I was young and we used to go down across the border and get 'em cheap in Mexico.
George Jr.: How cheap?
Meemaw: Well, between the taxes and the peso, practically nothing. [chuckles]
George Jr.: Let's do that.
Meemaw: I'm not driving to Mexico.
George Jr.: I don't need you. I'll go. Where do I go?
Meemaw: I'm not telling you.
George Jr.: Why?
Meemaw: 'Cause you're dumb in this country. God knows what you are anywhere else.
George Jr.: Fine. I'll just head south and see where it takes me.
Meemaw: I'm impressed you knew it was south.

George Jr.: Wade's coming with me to Mexico.
Meemaw: Why?
George Jr.: It's a long drive. And he knows a little Spanish.
Wade: Sí.
Meemaw: Okay.
Meemaw: [Spanish: "Where will you buy cigarettes?"]
Wade: ¿Sí?
Meemaw: [whispers] You're gonna get yourself killed.
George Jr.: I got no choice. I got a kid coming.
Meemaw: If you're hell-bent on going to Mexico, I'm going with you.
Wade: Shotgun.
Meemaw: You are not coming, Wade. ¿Comprende?
Wade: Sí.

Meemaw: Once we hit 281, it's a straight shot to the border.
George Jr.: It's all crazy.
Meemaw: What is?
George Jr.: A year ago I had nothing to worry about. I had no idea how good I had it.
Meemaw: [laughs] Well, what if a year from now it's a disaster, and this looks good?
George Jr.: That's not helping.
Meemaw: Oh, relax, someday you'll be my age, your kids'll be grown up, all be good again.
George Jr.: But that's, like, 50 years from now.
Meemaw: Yeah, I waited a long time for it. So quit your bitching.

Meemaw: Ooh, I love this song. [Meemaw sings along to "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash] ♫ Bound by wild desires ♫ ♫ fell into a ring of fire ♫
George Jr.: My life's falling apart and you're singing?
Meemaw: ♫ I fell into a burning ring of fire ♫ ♫ I went down, down, down ♫ ♫ And the flames went higher ♫ ♫ And it burns, burns, burns ♫ ♫ That ring of fire ♫ [talks] Where?
George Jr.: The ring of fire
Meemaw: [vocalizes] [mimes playing a trumpet]