Georgie: Oh, you hungry? You want some SpaghettiOs? [holds up an open can with spoon] I'm sorry, that was rude. [swaps spoon] There's your clean spoon. [licks food off his thumb]

Georgie: You can hang your dresses and whatnot on the barbell.
Mandy: Fancy. So we're clear, uh, just 'cause we're sleeping together doesn't mean we're... "sleeping" together.
Georgie: I understand. If you want, you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor.
Mandy: Oh, I can't ask you to do that.
Georgie: It's okay. I got a sleeping bag, and I'm young.
Mandy: We'll share the bed, just, uh, keep your hands to yourself.
Georgie: Works both ways. You keep your hands to yourself.
Mandy: I'll manage.
Georgie: Well, if you find you can't, that's okay, too.

Georgie: Go ahead and take a seat, I'll make you some scrambled eggs.
Missy: Since when do you make eggs?
Georgie: I can make eggs.
Missy: [quietly] He can't make eggs.
Mandy: Actually, my stomach's a little queasy. How about just some toast?
Georgie: Great. Toast, I can do.

Sheldon: I'm glad you're here. I have a question about robot ethics I was hoping you could help me with.
Georgie: Sheldon, leave her alone.
Mandy: No, it's okay, he can ask me a question. I'm his, uh... What am I?
Sheldon: Niblingo.
Mandy: Niblingo. What's your question?
Sheldon: Ethically, should a robot be programmed to never kill, even if killing would save lives?
Georgie: Where's the dang toaster?
Missy: Welcome to breakfast at our house.

Georgie: It's gonna be okay.
Mandy: [sniffles] Is it? [whispers] I peed in the sink last night.

Georgie: I'll go get the rest of your stuff.
Mandy: Thank you.
Georgie: Question about your TV...
Mandy: I want it.
Georgie: Gotcha.

[fantasy:]
Dusty: And I'm telling you, your feelings are valid.
Mary: I don't know.
Dusty: Hey. Hey. Look at me. I know. Now, tell me about the rest of your day.
Mary: Dusty... I think I'm done talking.
Dusty: Do you mean...?
Mary: I do. [they start to kiss]
Missy: [o.s.] [banging on door] Mom, I've really got to go!
Mary: Use the sink in the garage!

Dale: When I was married to June, she was going through the change.
George: Hmm.
Dale: She became downright frisky.
George: I think Mary's a little young for the change.
Dale: Well, you'd think. Nature's curious. I went to school with a kid whose hair turned gray in the tenth grade. We called him Whitey.
George: Clever.
Dale: He used to buy us liquor. Oh, anyway, what I'm saying is that have the family medic do a once-over on her. You know, kick the tires, see how she's rolling.
George: Yeah, thanks, Dale. I tell you my wife wants to have sex with me, you tell me she needs to see a doctor.
Dale: Well, I'm sorry. You making a woman hot, that's completely normal.

Missy: Can I change the channel?
George: Well, I'm watching this.
Missy: I miss when you had a real job and were gone more.

George: Hang on. Is this some kind of prank?
Sheldon: It's not a prank. I just need help with my homework.
Missy: Did a bully take it from you?
Sheldon: No.
George: Is it real heavy? You need help lifting it?
Sheldon: No, I need your opinion on an ethical dilemma. "Should robots have the same rights as humans?"
Missy: That depends. What's "ethical" mean?
[Sheldon walks away]

Mary: Oh. Mom. Really? Passion's Harvest?
Meemaw: The main character's name is Passion. She's inherited her daddy's farm, and there's a stud in the stable.
Mary: Oh, that's terrible.
Meemaw: Read it, then tell me how terrible it is.
Mary: I'm not reading this trash.
Meemaw: So you're literally judging a book by its cover?
Mary: All right. Fine. I'll give it a look. How come you've dog-eared all these pages?
Meemaw: You'll see.

Sheldon: So, what's the right answer?
Dr. John Sturgis: That's why we're here, to find that out.
Sheldon: Why don't you just tell us?
Dr. John Sturgis: Why don't you?
Sheldon: I asked you first.
Dr. John Sturgis: You're it, no backsies. [laughs]

Mandy: What are you doing here?
Georgie: I was at the grocery store and I picked some things up for you.
Mandy: Thanks, but I can buy my own groceries.
Georgie: I know, but you're eating for two. I thought I should help out.
Mandy: Three kinds of pickles?
Georgie: Everybody knows pregnant ladies like those.
Mandy: Okay, I'm throwing up enough as it is.

Mary: [v.o.] Chapter one. When Marie stepped into the bar, she knew she looked good. But not in a vulgar way, more for what she didn't show than what she did.
[fantasy:]
[George McCrae's "Rock Your Baby" playing]
Dusty: Well, hello.
Mary: Hi.
Dusty: Dusty.
Mary: That's not a name. That's a poorly kept house. [Dusty chuckles] What's your mother call you?
Dusty: Dustin.
Mary: I like that.
Dusty: And you are?
Mary: Marie.
Dusty: Marie. What are you drinking, Marie?
Mary: A dirty martini.
Dusty: Really? How dirty?
Mary: Very.
Dusty: Hmm.

Mary: [v.o.] Haven't seen you here before.
[fantasy:]
Dusty: Well, I'm just passing through. Tonight, I'm here. Tomorrow, who knows.
Mary: Hmm. Guess we'll have to make the most of tonight, then.
Dusty: I guess so. What do you say... we get out of here?
Mary: What do you have in mind?
Dusty: I don't know. I was thinking maybe we take a walk. You can tell me more about your hopes and dreams. What's going on in here... and all the way down here.
Mary: You really want that?
Dusty: To know who you really are? There's nothing I want more.
[reality:]
Mary: [sighs heavily] Oh, my.