George Jr.: Don't shoot! I'm not a robber!
Henry: Turn around real slow.
George Jr.: How's this? 'Cause I can go slower.
Henry: You picked the wrong apartment, little man.
George Jr.: Ain't this 208?
Henry: It's 207.
George Jr.: I'm in the wrong apartment.
Henry: I just said that.
George Jr.: I can explain. My girlfriend... well, she's not really my girlfriend, but she's having my baby. She got evicted, and I came to get her stuff.
Henry: Are you talking about Mandy?
George Jr.: Yes.
Henry: You're the dumb bastard that knocked her up?
George Jr.: Yes, that's me! Not a robber, dumb bastard!

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

George Jr.: I think the saddest part about it is just how sad it is.

George Jr.: So, Vietnam, like in Rambo.
Tam: Yes.
George Jr.: That's a cool movie.
Tam: Yes.
George Jr.: Are you in it?
Tam: No.

Meemaw: You looking for a new church?
Mary: Not yet.
Meemaw: 'Cause I can see you going Catholic. You got a "get thee to a nunnery" vibe.

Sheldon: Can you two help me with my homework?
George Sr.: Did I hear him right?
Missy: Yeah, he asked for help.
George Sr.: With his schoolwork?
Missy: Yep.
George Sr.: How long have you known him?
Missy: All my life.
George Sr.: Has he ever asked for help?
Missy: No.
Sheldon: Hello.

Sheldon: Good morning, everyone. Niblingo.
Mandy: I'm sorry, what?
Sheldon: It's an honorific I came up with to describe a woman who's carrying my future niece or nephew but is not related to me by law.
Missy: You remember Sheldon.
Mandy: I do.
Missy: [nods] Yeah.