Missy: I have to tell you something.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Why don't you finish the test first.
Missy: This can't wait. The other doctor's got a crush on you.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Oh, um I don't I don't think so. Let's get back to the test.
Missy: Okay.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Why? What did you see?
Missy: When you're not looking, he stares at your tushy.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: [WHISPERING] Really?
Missy: Imagine if you wore the belt.

Missy: This question about a train going to "S" "T" Louis makes no sense.

Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Missy, what do you think is happening in this picture?
Missy: The girl monkey on the couch is telling the guy monkey a secret. Must be something juicy, 'cause he's smiling.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Anything else?
Missy: It might be dirty, 'cause this girl monkey is sending the kid monkey out of the room. He doesn't want to go. He looks sad.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Is that all?
Missy: The monkeys on the couch are drinking tea, so it's a tea party.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Okay, very good. Let's look at another picture.
Missy: I'm not done. The monkey in the painting is wearing an old lady hat, so she's probably a meemaw monkey. She's not at the party, so she must be bowling or dead.

Missy: Oh, she's very upset. I don't know why. Oh! Maybe she wasn't invited to the tea party at the monkey house. Also, she's wearing a belt, like you are. Nice going. Very cute. And I'm loving the hair.

Dr. Sandra Thorpe: You are an insightful young lady.
Missy: I don't know what that means, but thank you.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: It means perceptive. You see things most people miss.
Missy: My name is Missy go figure.

Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Have you always been that way?
Missy: I guess so. I think when you're on your own a lot, you get good at seeing that kind of stuff.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Really?
Missy: My dad does football with my older brother, so they're like a team. And my mom and meemaw spend all their time fussing over Sheldon, so they're like a team, too.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: So no one's on your team?
Missy: Nope. It's just me.

Missy: Hey, what's up with you and Dr. Pillsbury?
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Dr. Pilson? I don't know what you're talking about.
Missy: Oh. You can't say 'cause we're on camera. Insightful.

Missy: George, you got a minute?
George Jr.: What's up?
Missy: Not you, him.
George Sr.: What?
Missy: Sheldon told me that we get paid to go to that college and answer their questions.
George Sr.: Yeah, so?
Missy: I want to know how much we're making.
George Sr.: Why?
Missy: 'Cause I want my fair share.
George Sr.: Is that so? What do you think your fair share is?
Missy: Half.
George Sr.: Hm, guess that sounds right.
Missy: So how much are we making?
George Sr.: $7.50 a week.
Missy: Really?
George Sr.: Really.
Missy: Well, I want half that.
George Sr.: Which is?
Missy: Hang on. Sheldon!

Sheldon: Oh, hello. I was just brushing my teeth like I do every night. [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY] Nothing new there.
Mary: You all right?
Sheldon: Yes. I'm cool. I'm very cool.
Missy: Tell Sheldon what cool means.

Missy: I love everything about this.

Pastor Jeff: "That everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son."
[Sheldon raises his hand]
Missy: Here we go.

Sheldon: Is Mom okay?
George Sr.: How the heck should I know?
Missy: She left. You can say "hell."

Missy: Mom also does the good night dance.
George Sr.: Now you're just screwing with me. Night.
Sheldon: You should've gone with "sings us a lullaby."
Missy: Yeah, I got cocky.

Missy: Do you even know how to cook?
George Sr.: Believe it or not, I am capable of making breakfast.
Missy: Sorry. It's not like we see you do much around here.
George Sr.: How 'bout, "Thanks for cooking, Dad"?
Missy: Chocolate chips? Thanks for cooking, Dad.

Missy: Chocolate chips for breakfast and pizza for dinner? I'm loving Dad.

Mary: Oh, thank you, Lord, for connecting us with the parents of another special child. [Mary sees Georgie and Missy sitting on the couch] You kids are special, too.
George Jr.: Do you feel special?
Missy: At least I'm the only daughter. You got nothing.

George Jr.: What grade are you in?
Erica: Eighth. You?
George Jr.: Tenth.
Erica: Cool.
Missy: Nobody asked, but fourth.

Erica: I love that song.
Missy: I have a cassette of it, but I recorded it off the radio. You can hear Sheldon in the background saying stuff about Sir Isaac Neutron.

George Jr.: You have no idea how much it sucks to have a brother like him. Believe it or not, he's in my class.
Erica: My parents sent Paige to a private school.
Missy: Cool. We're too poor for that.

Mary: Why aren't you eating, Sheldon?
Sheldon: How can I with that horrible noise?
Mary: What noise?
Sheldon: That irritating, high-pitched buzz.
George Jr.: I don't hear nothin'.
George Sr.: Me, neither.
Sheldon: How can you not?
Missy: Wait. I think I hear it.
Sheldon: You do?
Missy: Yeah. It's coming out of your face.