George Jr.: Georgie. [shakes Connor's hand] Oh, you got some paint on you. Been doing some work around the house?
Jim: [stifled chuckle] No.
Connor: I'm a painter.
Jim: Yeah, yeah, he's always in his room painting stuff, until you ask him to paint the garage. [Jim and George laugh]
Connor: You're hilarious.

Mary: Hi, Jim.
Jim: Hey, Mary. Good to see you. You looking for some tires?
Mary: Actually, I'm looking for your wife.
Jim: Oh. You're not gonna yell at her again, are you?
Mary: No, no.
Jim: Okay, you sure about that? 'Cause I wouldn't mind seeing it.

Mary: I just wanted to drop off an invitation to Mandy's baby shower.
Jim: Oh. Well, that's- that's real kind of you.
Mary: And George is hoping that you'll come over and watch the game with him and Georgie.
Jim: Huh. Well, that sounds like fun.
Mary: And your son is welcome, too.
Jim: All right, well, you know, Connor ain't all that much into football or baseball. [chuckles] Or, shoot, anything with a ball, really.
Mary: Well, if you do come, I know that George is making brisket.
Jim: Brisket and football? [chuckles] Well, you drive a hard bargain.

Mary: [enters] Hey. Oh, how we doing?
Mandy: I'm all right. [Mary sighs] Are you all right?
Mary: I'm fine. Just fine.
Audrey: Fine? Looked like your husband was gonna punch out that guy in the waiting room.
Meemaw: What happened?
Mary: When did you get here?
Meemaw: Earlier. So, who did George almost punch?
Jim: Some little fella with a mustache. [Mary flashes an ashamed look to her mother]

Mandy: [sighs] Hey. I didn't know you were here.
George Jr.: Just checking out the loot. This is amazing. Why don't all bras do this?
Mandy: Take that off.
George Jr.: Well, that's what's great: you don't have to. Look at this.
Mandy: The father of my child.
George Jr.: Ooh, nipple cream. Maybe I should've went to this party. Sounds fun.

Dr. Linkletter: It's open.
Sheldon: Hello. [Dr. Linkletter groans] I was wondering if I could have access to the lab on Sunday.
Dr. Linkletter: I'm not here on Sunday.
Sheldon: Where will you be?
Dr. Linkletter: If I tell you that, you might go there.
Sheldon: Well, I told you where I'll be: the lab.

Mary: All right, please, uh, say goodbye to your husband.
Audrey: Well, you can tell him yourself. He's hiding behind that stack of tires.
[Jim emerges from behind the tires and gives Mary a little wave]
Mary: Bye.