Mary: Hey, I'm gonna need you to drop the bulletin off at the printers. And while you're out, could you also swing by the bank and make a deposit?
Peg: Sure, and there's one thing you could do for me.
Mary: What's that?
Peg: Quit riding my hump.
Mary: Excuse me?
Peg: You're not the boss around here.
Mary: [exhales] No, but Pastor Jeff's away, and I'm the church secretary.
Peg: Okay. Take a memo. "You're not in charge. Peg".

Pastor Jeff: I never thought I could love anything this much. [voice breaking] I used to think I loved my dog Waffles, but it doesn't even compare.
Mary: You okay?
Pastor Jeff: Sorry. I'm fine. Just haven't been sleeping lately.
Mary: Why don't you go home? We can handle things here.
Pastor Jeff: No. No, I'm good. I got work to do. [voice breaking] Away from my son, who's probably wondering where his daddy went and if he's ever coming home.
Mary: Maybe go.

Mary: And don't worry about a thing here.
Pastor Jeff: Thank you.
Peg: Oh, sure, we can handle the food drive, the bulletins...
Mary: And if you're not feeling up to it, I could even give the sermon on Sunday.
Pastor Jeff: I'm sure I'll be fine by Sunday.
Mary: You don't have to decide right now.
Pastor Jeff: I'll do the sermon.
Mary: We'll play it by ear.
Peg: Take a hint, sister.

George: What's going on?
Meemaw: Mary's working late, Sheldon's in the garage, and Missy's in her room hating the world.
George: What's wrong with Missy?
Meemaw: My guess is a boy. And I hope you like this song, because it's in heavy rotation.
George: I'll go talk to her.
Meemaw: That's not a good idea.
George: Mm, Missy and I kind of have a father-daughter thing.
Meemaw: Maybe you and cute, little Missy. This is pre-teen, angry Missy. You haven't met her yet.
George: I got this.
Meemaw: Hmm. [chuckles softly] Dumb and confident... my favorite combination.

Missy: I was listening to that.
George: Thought you might want to talk.
Missy: That's why the door was shut and the music was loud... 'cause I want to talk.
George: Okay. Okay. [clears throat] If this is about a boy, I know it feels like the end of the world, but I promise you're gonna have other boyfriends.
Missy: I don't want other boyfriends. I want Marcus.
George: Well, you feel that way now, but you're only 11.
Missy: So my feelings don't matter?
George: Uh... Hey, how about we go get some ice cream?
Missy: I'm not a child.
George: Just trying to help.
Missy: Leave me alone!
[As Missy turns over and puts her head under a pillow, George stands up and turns Missy's boombox back on]

Meemaw: How'd that Daddy-daughter thing work out?
George: I'm not in the mood, Connie.
Meemaw: I told you not to go in there, but you knew better, didn't you?
George: I don't need your parenting advice.
Meemaw: Seems like you do.
George: I'm sorry. How many of your children still talk to you? Oh, that's right. Just Mary.

Mary: [enters] What's going on?
Sheldon: Missy tore my Professor Proton picture, and now Dad's yelling at me.
George: You yelled first. He yelled first.
Mary: [sighs] I'll take care of this.
George: You don't even know what happened.
Mary: Did she tear up his picture?
George: Well, yeah, she did.
Mary: Honestly, I can't leave this house for five minutes without everything falling apart.
George: I was handling it.
Mary: Obviously.
George: [sighs] You yelled first.

Meemaw: Hey, Moon Pie. Is everything okay?
Sheldon: No, everything is terrible.
Meemaw: Oh. That sounds like a job for cookies.

Meemaw: Okay, here you go.
Sheldon: You're not baking them fresh?
Meemaw: Do you want me to bake or you want me to listen?
[Sheldon shrugs]
[cut to Meemaw mixing cookie dough]

Sheldon: You like boys, and you're half an inch taller than me now.
Missy: It's called growing up.
Sheldon: Well, I don't like it.
Missy: Trust me, 20 years from now you're not gonna be sitting around, talking about Star Trek and reading comic books.
Sheldon: Would you like to bet on that?
Missy: A dollar.
Sheldon: Hmm. [they pinky swear]
Adult Sheldon: [v.o.] She still hasn't paid me. And guess who's wearing Star Trek underpants right now.

Adult Sheldon: That's the thing with pool balls and people. They are both... unpredictable.
Brenda Sparks: Hi, George.
George: Oh, hey, Brenda. What brings you out tonight?
Brenda Sparks: Just needed to get out of the house.
George: [sighs heavily] I hear that.
Brenda Sparks: You want some company?
George: Sure.