Mary: How's pizza sound for dinner?
Georgie: You think I'm eating dinner with my mom on a Saturday night? You're adorable.
Mary: Guess I'm eating alone.
Georgie: What about Missy?
Mary: She's not talking to me.
Georgie: She'd talk to you if you just let her go.
Mary: You know I can't do that.
Georgie: Come on. I went to school dances and I turned out fine.
Mary: I didn't let you go to any dances.
Georgie: I did all kinds of stuff behind your back.
Mary: Like what?
Georgie: I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb.
Mary: So I'm supposed to just let her do whatever she wants? Yeah, I don't think so.
Georgie: I'm just saying she's a good kid. Be glad she's still asking.

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: Mornin'.
Mary: Mornin'.
Georgie: I slept in the nude last night. Felt every little breeze.
[Sheldon slides his food away]
Mary: Thank you for sharing that.
Georgie: You're welcome.

Georgie: See? They ain't allowed to dance, either.
Missy: It's like I'm watching my life.
Georgie: That's how I feel when I'm watching Top Gun.

George: Come on, Sheldon, think of it as a free dinner.
Sheldon: I'm a kid. All my dinners are free.

Dale: Now, what do you think young people talk about on their dates?
Meemaw: I don't know. But my knee's telling me it's gonna rain this weekend.