Missy: This is the best day of my life.
Paige: First time running away?
Missy: Pretty much.
Paige: Think your parents know you're gone?
Missy: They barely know when I'm there.
[cuts back-and-forth between George knocking on Missy's bedroom door, and Missy and Paige in a roadside diner:]
George: [knocks] Missy, there's breakfast. We saved you a little.
Missy: What about somewhere with a beach, like California?
Paige: We've already driven five hours east, so we might want to keep heading that way.
Missy: East. You really are smart.
George: I get there was a lot of yelling last night. Just want you to know I'm here when you're ready to talk.
Paige: I mean, if you want a beach, then Florida's in the right direction. Oh, and it's almost spring break.
Missy: Like MTV Spring Break?
Paige: Mm-hmm.
George: If you expect me to apologize, you can sit in there forever.
Paige: Great. Then we're going to Florida.
Missy: Let's pay and get out of here.
Paige: Or... let's not pay and get out of here.
George: Fine, ignore me. I'm eating your bacon.

Mary: Missy, if you want a minute with Dad before they close the casket, now's the time. [Missy looks unsure] It's okay if you don't.
Mary: I have to. [Missy stands up and walks up to her father's casket]
[flashback:]
George: Here, let me help you with that. Okay.
Missy: [eats] Holy moly.
George: It's good, huh?
Missy: Unbelievable.
George: I'll leave you to it.
Missy: No, sit with me.
George: Okay.
[present:]
Missy: [crying] Thank you for that. Thank you for everything. [sniffles] I love you.

Sheldon: Is Mom okay?
George: How the heck should I know?
Missy: She left. You can say "hell."

Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Have you always been that way?
Missy: I guess so. I think when you're on your own a lot, you get good at seeing that kind of stuff.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: Really?
Missy: My dad does football with my older brother, so they're like a team. And my mom and meemaw spend all their time fussing over Sheldon, so they're like a team, too.
Dr. Sandra Thorpe: So no one's on your team?
Missy: Nope. It's just me.

Paige: Hey, can I drive?
Missy: Better not. My dad'll be pretty mad if something happens to his truck.
Paige: Like what, if somebody stole it?
Missy: Oh, my God, I'm a criminal.
Paige: Yeah. It's pretty cool, right?
Missy: I'm gonna be in so much trouble.
Paige: Only if you go back.
Missy: I guess you're right.

Paige: [answers phone] Hello?
Missy: Hey, it's Missy. I stole my dad's truck, I'm running away. Want to come?
Paige: You're running away? Sounds dangerous.
Missy: Oh, um... well, my dad taught me how to drive and...
Paige: I'm messing with you. Come and get me.

Paige: Think your parents are freaking out?
Missy: Probably having a party. And then Sheldon will complain about them having a party, and they'll stop because he gets everything he wants.
Paige: I know. Try being the golden child. Everybody's always expecting big things from you 'cause you're a genius.
Missy: What do you want to do?
Paige: I don't know. Something simple, easy. You know, I heard there's a place in Florida where you can get a job as a mermaid.
Missy: Really?
Paige: Really.
Missy: Don't get mad at me, but you are a genius.
Paige: Just don't tell the other mermaids.