Coach Wilkins: Fine. But it doesn't matter where you go. She's just gonna be happy you're trying.
George: I hope so.
Coach Wilkins: It's nice to see I'm finally rubbing off on you.
George: I am capable of being a decent husband.
Coach Wilkins: Oh, of course you are.
George: Don't patronize me.
Coach Wilkins: I could stop, but then what will we have left?

Principal Petersen: [scoffs] Well, you saying you're gonna drop out?
Georgie: I guess I am.
Principal Petersen: Does your father know about this?
Georgie: No.
Principal Petersen: Don't you think you should tell him?
Georgie: I don't really want to.
Principal Petersen: Well, if you don't tell him, I'm going to.
Georgie: That'd be great. You're the best.
[Georgie gets up and starts to walk away, before returning for the teenage pregnancy pamphlet]
Georgie: You never know.

Meemaw: The kid's a natural salesman. I mean, school's not gonna help with that.
Mary: So, you are fine with your grandson throwing his life away so that he can sell fishing rods and baseball bats?
Dale: Excuse me, those fishing rods provided a nice life for me and my family.
Mary: What family? You're divorced, and your kids don't talk to you.
Dale: [to Meemaw] Help me out here.
Meemaw: A diploma would not have made his life better.
Dale: Thank you. What she said.

Missy: So can anyone drop out or do you need to be a certain age?
Mary: You are not dropping out of school.
Sheldon: Until you're 16... then they legally can't stop you.
Missy: Good to know.
Mary: This is exactly what I was afraid of.
George: What do you want me to do about it?
Sheldon: I would encourage you to love and nurture the one child you have who's destined for success.

George: Georgie's only got one more year of school, and then he can do whatever he wants.
Dale: I don't want to come between you and your family.
George: Too late.
Meemaw: Listen, I know you're upset, but the person you ought to be yelling at is Georgie, not us.
George: I yelled at him... it didn't help!
Meemaw: Is this helping?
George: A little, yes.

Dr. Linkletter: [on answer phone] This is Grant Linkletter. I'm not home, please leave a message.
Sheldon: [leaves a message] Dr. Linkletter, Sheldon Cooper. I haven't heard back from you. I hope everything went well with Dr. Sturgis. Perhaps you two got caught up discussing physics. Time does fly when you're having fun.

George: Sorry I got riled up.
Dale: Don't worry about it.
Meemaw: Mary's over here all the time yellin' about something... it was a pleasant change of pace.

Meemaw: Okay, here's the deal. You get one night here, then you're out.
Georgie: You're not being very grandmotherly right now. Where's the milk? Where's the cookies?
Meemaw: Do you believe this kid?
Dale: I could go for a cookie.
Meemaw: No one's gettin' a cookie!

Dale: [on the phone] Well, we don't carry hockey skates. Uh, heck, I know of a place up north where you can find them. It's called Canada. [hangs up]

Missy: You look nice. Oh, no, are we going to church?
Mary: No, your father and I have a date night.
Missy: Why? Don't you have enough kids?
Mary: That is not what date night means.

George: What are you thinking?!
Dale: I'm thinking I should've went home after your wife left.

Dale: You're early.
Georgie: I was sitting in algebra and realized, don't know what "X" is, don't care what "X" is.
Dale: Boy, I hear "ex" and I think of a woman who took half my stuff. That's my problem.

[After Dr. Linkletter climbs into his car, Sheldon sits up in the back seat]
Sheldon: I need your help.
Dr. Linkletter: [gasps] Why are you in my car?
Sheldon: Well, I was waiting outside, but then an angry squirrel forced me to seek shelter.

Georgie: You wanted to see me?
Principal Petersen: Actually, I wanted to see you yesterday, but you weren't in school.
Georgie: You noticed that, huh?
Principal Petersen: I've noticed it a lot lately. Level with me, son. Is it drinking? Drugs?
Georgie: Actually, it's work.
Principal Petersen: Oh. I don't think I have a pamphlet for that. You sure you didn't get a girl in trouble? [holds up pamphlet] You will at some point, just take it.

Mary: You are finishing high school, end of discussion.
Georgie: It's my life.
George: It's my house. If you're don't go to school, you can't live here.
Mary: Hold on, we are not kicking him out.
George: The hell we're not!
Georgie: I'll pack right now.
Mary: Stop, you don't have to go.
George: Yes, he does. My house, my rules.
Mary: It is my house, too.
George: Oh, really?
Mary: Yes, really.