George Jr.: You can hang your dresses and whatnot on the barbell.
Mandy: Fancy. So we're clear, uh, just 'cause we're sleeping together doesn't mean we're... "sleeping" together.
George Jr.: I understand. If you want, you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor.
Mandy: Oh, I can't ask you to do that.
George Jr.: It's okay. I got a sleeping bag, and I'm young.
Mandy: We'll share the bed, just, uh, keep your hands to yourself.
George Jr.: Works both ways. You keep your hands to yourself.
Mandy: I'll manage.
George Jr.: Well, if you find you can't, that's okay, too.

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.