Georgie: You sure I can't just lift weights?
Mr. Lundy: Aerobics is the way to go. It's got music. It's got energy. [snaps fingers] It's got what?
Georgie: Pizazz?
Mr. Lundy: Bingo! Now, hear me out. We surround you with a bunch of dancing girls. No, even better. The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders.
Georgie: If that's what "pizazz" means, I like it.
Mr. Lundy: [chuckles] Of course, to do this right, we are gonna need some financing. What does your father do for a living?
Georgie: He's a coach here at the school.
Mr. Lundy: Oof.
Georgie: I know somebody who's got money.

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: What is this?
Meemaw: That's the exercise guy Meemaw likes.
Georgie: I can't believe anyone pays money to watch old people sweat.
Missy: 40 bucks?
Georgie: They sold over a million of those? At 40 bucks a pop? Do you know how much money that must be?
Missy: I'm not a calculator.
[later:]
Georgie: 40 times... one million. That's 40 million!
Missy: Whoa.

Adult Sheldon: Behind every great scientist, there were often unsung helpers toiling away in the background. Presenting... "Great Lab Assistants in Scientific History" When Alexander Graham Bell needed an assistant, it was Thomas Augustus Watson who answered the call. [laughs] Get it? "The call". [snickers] Madame Curie's daughter Irène was also her lab assistant. Irène was so dedicated, she died of radiation poisoning. Unlike her sister Ève, who selfishly lived to 102. Lastly, Émile Roux was assistant to Louis Pasteur. When they worked on the rabies vaccine, Roux kept a loaded gun in the lab to shoot Pasteur in the head if he got infected. He never had to, but it's fun to know he would have.
Dr. Linkletter: No, Sheldon. You can't be my lab assistant.
Sheldon: Maybe you weren't paying attention. I'll start over. Behind every great scientist, there was a dedicated as...

Adult Sheldon: While not the lab work I hoped to be doing, it did feel good to be part of an actual experiment. A tedious, menial part that could be performed by a monkey. Or worse, an engineer.