Mary: Wait, Georgie. Where's your bag?
Georgie: Don't need one. Got my toothbrush right here.
Mary: What about clothes? A change of underwear?
Georgie: Got it.
Mary: Georgie, you're gonna be gone for two days.
Georgie: I'll turn them inside out.

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.

Adult Sheldon: I didn't realize until years later that my father was only asking questions about lightning and thunder to cheer me up. In fact, he would often pretend to be dumb just to make me feel better.

Adult Sheldon: I never did get to see a launch in person, but that was the best trip I ever had. I wish I had told my father while he was alive.

Sheldon: Schrodinger's cat is a thought experiment. A cat in a box is exposed to poison, and is both alive and dead until it is observed.
Georgie: So the cat's name is Schrodinger?
Sheldon: No.
Georgie: Well, what's its name?
Sheldon: Its name doesn't matter.
Georgie: It does if the cat was dead. Otherwise, what are you gonna put on his tombstone?
George: Not likely the cat's getting a tombstone.
Georgie: It would in a pet cemetery.