Georgie: Should I be wearing all that?
Sheldon: I recommend it. Those rocks are filthy.
Georgie: I'm good. God made dirt. Dirt don't hurt.

Georgie: Maybe you should go across the street and apologize.
George: I can't do that.
Georgie: Why not?
George: 'Cause if I do, it sets a bad precedent.
Georgie: What's Nixon got to do with it?
George: What?
Georgie: You said "bad president," like Nixon. You know, this guy.

Georgie: What are you doing?
George: Separating the whites from the colors.
Georgie: Whoa, that's racist.

Missy: Do you believe in God?
Georgie: Yeah.
Missy: But in the Bible, he does all kinds of mean stuff. If he's good, why would he do that?
Georgie: Maybe he just wants to show he's in charge. Hulk Hogan's nice, but in the ring, he will mess you up.
Missy: That's either really smart or really stupid.
Georgie: That's what I do.
Missy: Do you ever wonder if it's all made-up?
Georgie: Look, this is Texas. We like football. We like God. And beef. Beef's up there, too.
Missy: But how do you know there's a God?
Georgie: See that girl dancing in them shorts? There's a God.

Georgie: Tell me, Sheldon.
Sheldon: It occurred to me that a good way to generate a positive cash flow would be to curate popular songs and make them available in a digital form. Possibly on a small device that could also be used as a phone or even a camera.
Georgie: Right. [mocking] A phone, camera, music machine. Get out of here.

Sheldon: Are you still interested in getting rich quick?
Georgie: No, I want to do it slow like a chump.
Sheldon: Oh. Never mind.

Georgie: Hey, what you doing?
Sheldon: Playing a historically accurate game called The Oregon Trail.
Georgie: That sounds boring.
Sheldon: Hardly. My wagon broke an axle, and my wife died of dysentery.
Georgie: Well, can you pause it for a sec?
Sheldon: It does seems rude to push on to Oregon while my daughter Mabel is mourning the loss of her mother.