Sheldon: Why are we being sneaky? I thought you said we have permission.
Georgie: We do. I just don't want anybody knowing about our platinum.
Sheldon: Smart. Last week, I bragged about having a Nutter Butter, and some rat stole it right out of my lunch bag.
Georgie: Well, it sure wasn't me.

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

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: Okay, in my defense...
Meemaw: You have no defense. You're an idiot.
Georgie: That was a big part of my defense.

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: 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.