Georgie: [sniffled] You don't need to worry. I've got everything under control. [breathes deeply] Won't let you down, Dad. [sniffles]

Pastor Jeff: If there's any pictures of George you'd like to display at the ceremony, I'll need to get those.
Mary: Oh, um...
Georgie: Don't worry, Mom, I'll take care of it.
Pastor Jeff: Did George have a favorite hymn or song that might be played?
Georgie: He did always play "Born to Be Wild" when the team ran out on the field.
Pastor Jeff: Not sure our organist knows that one.
Meemaw: I can bring a boom box.
Pastor Jeff: We'll call that plan B.

[fantasy:]
George: See y'all later.
Mary: 4 o'clock.
Sheldon: Dad, wait.
George: Yeah?
Sheldon: I have been, and always shall be, your friend.
George: Live long and prosper.
[George gives Sheldon the Vulcan salute, which Sheldon returns. George gives Sheldon a subtle nod and maintains eye contact as he leaves.]

[fantasy:]
George: See y'all later.
Mary: 4 o'clock.
Sheldon: Dad, wait.
George: Yeah?
Sheldon: Bye.
George: Bye, son. [nods and exits]

[fantasy:]
George: See y'all later.
Mary: 4:00.
Sheldon: Dad, wait.
George: Yeah?
Sheldon: I love you.
George: I love you, too, son.

Coach Wilkins: I cleaned out George's desk. Uh, thought you might like his stuff.
Mary: Thanks.
Coach Wilkins: I just wanted you to know that if there's anything that you or the kids need... [crying] I'm here for y'all.
Mary: Oh, Wayne.
Coach Wilkins: I mean it. Anything that you need.
Mary: Thank you. [hugs Wayne] I appreciate that. [Wayne sobs] You doing okay?
Coach Wilkins: Oh, yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me. [sobs]
Mary: Okay. Let me get you a tissue.

Coach Wilkins: [supressing sobs] Just miss him, you know? [blows nose]
Mary: I do.
Coach Wilkins: I used to... I used to mess with him by telling him he was my best white friend, you know. But... but the truth is that he was my best friend.
Mary: And you were his.
Coach Wilkins: Oh, that's nice to know. I'm not helping, am I?
Mary: That's okay. Are you hungry? We've got lots of food.
Coach Wilkins: [blows his nose] Yeah, I-I could eat.
Mary: Hope you like casserole.
Coach Wilkins: I do like casserole.

Coach Wilkins: [sobs]
Principal Petersen: Okay. Okay. Uh, what Wayne here is trying to say, uh, is, uh, George was a hell of a coach. He was a hell of a friend. And we're gonna miss him a hell of a lot. [microphone feedback]
Coach Wilkins: Thank you.

Billy Sparks: I brought you food.
Missy: Thanks, but I'm not hungry.
Billy Sparks: I'm real sorry. Your dad was always nice to me.
Missy: He liked you.
Billy Sparks: Now you and I have something in common.
Missy: What's that?
Billy Sparks: My dad's gone, too.
Missy: Your dad's in New Jersey.
Billy Sparks: Yeah, but he's not coming back.
Missy: Sorry.
Billy Sparks: Want a hug?
Missy: No.
Billy Sparks: Want a kiss?
Missy: No!
Billy Sparks: Yeah, me neither.

Mary: I can't help feeling like something's wrong with me.
Meemaw: What are you talking about?
Mary: [sighs] I know it doesn't make sense, but... I am mad at him for leaving me.
Meemaw: Yeah, I get that.
Mary: You do?
Meemaw: I was mad at your daddy when he passed.
Mary: How did you get over it?
Meemaw: Time. And Dale helps. Don't tell him, please.
Mary: I'm happy you found each other.
Meemaw: You're still young, honey.
Mary: No. [clears throat] That's it for me. I'm done.

Adult Sheldon: Eventually I realized there was a better way to deal with grief: avoid it completely.
Dr. John Sturgis: Sheldon.
Sheldon: Oh, hello.
Dr. John Sturgis: I just wanted to tell you how sorry...
Sheldon: No, thank you.
Dr. John Sturgis: Well, if there's anything you need...
Sheldon: Nope.

Audrey: Mary. We're so sorry.
Mary: Thank you.
Jim: Well, I didn't know him long, but, uh, I loved that guy.
Georgie: [nods] He felt like y'all were long-lost friends.
Jim: [voice breaking] Oh, here we go.
Mandy: Come on, let's get you some Kleenex.

Mary: Sheldon, they're gonna close the casket. If you want to say goodbye to your dad... [Sheldon shakes his head]

Mary: Shelly? You okay?
Missy: He's probably thinking about stupid Star Trek stuff.
Sheldon: I was thinking about alternate realities branching off from a single decision point. Only one of them was about Star Trek.
Missy: We're talking about Dad's funeral. Why don't you care?
Sheldon: The details of the funeral are irrelevant. They won't change anything.
Missy: I can't wait for yours.
Georgie: Hey, that's enough out of you two.
Missy: You're not Dad. You don't tell us what to do.
Meemaw: Well, I will, and that's enough!
Pastor Jeff: It's okay. It's healthy for everyone to let their feelings out.
Missy: Oh, shut up, Jeff.
Mary: Missy! Go to your room.
Missy: [emotional] How about I just go?

["Dreams" by The Cranberries plays on television]
Dale: How you doing, sweetheart?
Missy: All right.
♪ Impossible not to do, impossible...♪
[Dale sits down in George's chair]
Missy: What the hell are you doing?
Dale: Sitting?
Missy: Not there.
Dale: Oh, I'm sorry. Gosh. [sits on the couch] Here okay?
[Missy scoffs, then gets up and leaves]
♪ Totally amazing mind... ♪