George Jr.: I can't be in the same school as him!
George Sr.: Well, I don't see what choice you have.
George Jr.: Right. Ever since he could talk, I quit having any choices.
George Sr.: I know it's hard. I'm telling you, as your coach, quit your whining, get your uniform on and you get your ass back out there.
George Jr.: But what about as my dad?
George Sr.: Your dad is having a bad day. Listen to your coach.

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.

Adult Sheldon: That was the first time I held my father's hand. I wouldn't touch my brother's hand until seventeen years later, thanks to the invention of Purell.

Mary: You understand that some people are going to be intimidated by you, because of how smart you are?
Sheldon: Or maybe they'll recognize my intellect and make me their leader.

Sheldon: I smell ammonia. They must've done a thorough cleaning recently. I like that.