Audrey: Now, Georgie, if the police come for you, what should we tell them?
Mandy: Mom.
Audrey: I'm sorry. I've never harbored a fugitive before.
Mandy: Mom!

Mandy: Hey, would you be upset if we didn't get married by Father Donovan?
Audrey: Did that woman convince you to get married Baptist? She says it's not a cult, but I'm not so sure.

Georgie: I can't thank y'all enough.
Jim: Oh, don't be silly. Stay as long as you need.
Mandy: It's only temporary.
Audrey: Whatever. We're just thrilled to have you and the baby here.
Georgie: And me, too, right?
Audrey: Yes, you'll be here, too.

Audrey: I know this wonderful bakery that makes a cake that looks just like a fairy-tale castle.
Mary: I was gonna make my German chocolate cake.
Audrey: She's having a girl, not starting World War II.
Mary: Castle cake it is.
Audrey: Yay.

George: Studying for a test?
Sheldon: Studying to take the bar exam. Meemaw's going to need a smart lawyer. By the time we find one, I could just learn how to do it.
George: Seriously?
Sheldon: Common law was invented by a bunch of English farmers in the Middle Ages. I think I can hack it.

Sheldon: [knocks three times] Meemaw. [knocks three times] Meemaw. [knocks three times] Meemaw.
Meemaw: [opens door] What?
Sheldon: Oh, my, you look terrible. [covers his nose and mouth with his inner elbow] Are you sick?
Meemaw: Of life, yes.
Sheldon: Oh, good. [lowers elbow] That's not contagious.
Meemaw: Get in here. The light's killing me.
Sheldon: You smell like alcohol. Yucky.

Mandy: Do they know about Georgie?
Meemaw: No, of course not.
Dale: Your grandma's not a snitch. Which, by the way, will serve you well if you end up in the slammer.
Meemaw: The pokey, the slammer. What is it with you?
Dale: I like cop shows. You learn things.