Georgie: Over here is my bedroom area, for sleeping and whatnot. That's my gym. And last but not least, kitchen and bathroom.
Mary: Georgie, do not use that sink as a bathroom.
Georgie: Relax. Just number one.

Georgie: I'm thinking I'll put the flag over that window for, you know, privacy.
Mary: If you want, I could sew some curtains, make it look homey.
Georgie: Nice. Girls will eat that up.
Mary: Flag is fine.

Joann: Look how many rhinestones fell off in the dryer.
Meemaw: It says right here "do not tumble dry."
Joann: No label's gonna tell me what to do.
Meemaw: I am not in the mood for Texas right now. What do you want from me?
Joann: Well, what size is yours?
Meemaw: No!

Adult Sheldon: I eventually made my peace with having a room to myself. And I was never truly alone, thanks to my science posse: Stephen, Albert, Richard and Arthur. But for those times when I did need to communicate with Missy, we had a system.
[Sheldon pulls on a rope which pulls a lever which knocks on Missy's wall, prompting her to pick up a walkie talkie]
Missy: [over radio] What?
Sheldon: Just testing the system.
Missy: You tested it yesterday.
Sheldon: Just because it worked yesterday doesn't mean it's working today.
Missy: It's working. Good night.
Sheldon: Good night. Sleep tight. [knocking on wall]
Missy: [over radio] What?
Sheldon: Did you know when people say "sleep tight," they're referring to when beds were made of ropes, and the tighter the rope, the more comfortable the bed was to sleep on?
Missy: Cool. Bye.
Adult Sheldon: My sister wasn't always a fan of my informative tidbits, so I didn't tell her that the entire phrase, "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite" is actually from the book What They Say in New England: A Book of Signs, Sayings, and Superstitions. Until I told her. [knocking on wall]

Missy: Pay to live here? We don't even have a pool.

Meemaw: Guess what, I'm buying a Laundromat.
Dale: Uh, I don't know how to react. Is that good news?
Meemaw: Oh, yeah.
Dale: Laundromat. Cool.

Dale: I-I thought you liked being retired... now you want to be a business owner? It's not as much as fun as I make it look.
Meemaw: Listen, I've been gambling my whole life and losing to the house. This is my chance to be the house.
Dale: You go to prison, I ain't waitin' for you.
Meemaw: You really have the energy to find a new girlfriend?
Dale: I'll wait. [Meemaw chuckles]

Mary: He doesn't have to pay for food.
Sheldon: Meemaw does eat here for free.
George: That's a separate problem.

Missy: What if Georgie moves into the garage?
Georgie: Why?
Missy: You'd still be around, so Mom's happy, but you'd be out of the house, so Dad's happy.
Georgie: That could work. What do you say?
George: Done.
Georgie: Done.

Missy: [sighs] What do I have to do to get this over with?
Sheldon: We just need to agree upon who gets which items.
Missy: Fine. As my farewell gift to you, let's do your dumb thing.
Sheldon: See, when you're mean and nice at the same time, it's confusing.
Missy: Too bad, doofus.
Sheldon: Better, thank you.

George: There you go.
Missy: Okay, these posters go on that wall. That poster goes over the bed.
George: [scoffs] I'm not your moving man.
Missy: You're right, I'm growing up. Guess I can't be Daddy's little girl forever. [pouts]
George: Which one goes over the bed?
Missy: Um, "New Kids".

Meemaw: First thing I'm gonna do is get better chairs. If people are comfy, they'll stay longer and spend more.
Dale: Well, what if it's someone's lucky chair?
Meemaw: They're gambling in the back of a Laundromat. Does that sound lucky to you?

George: Well, you been busy.
Sheldon: Yes.
George: You get this in here all by yourself?
Sheldon: Yes.
George: How?
Sheldon: Science.
George: Well, it looks good.
Sheldon: I know. Now trains will be the last thing I see before I go to sleep, and the first thing I see when I wake up.
George: Great.
Sheldon: If I stir in the middle of the night, you know what I'll see?
George: Trains?
Sheldon: Trains.
George: Well... as long as you're happy.
Sheldon: Oh, I'm happy. [pained smile]

George: Hey. You might want to check in on Sheldon.
Mary: Is he okay?
George: Well, he was smiling.
Mary: Smiling how? [George mimics Sheldon's strained grin] Oh, boy.

Mary: [enters] Hey. Dinner's ready.
Sheldon: I'll eat later. I have to finish this.
Mary: I made spaghetti with hot dogs cut up in it. I even made sure that every piece is the exact same size.
Sheldon: Some things are more important than the width of a hot dog slice.
Mary: And I wish I'd known that sooner.