Jim: Any chance I can talk you into moving back into the house?
Georgie: I ain't the one that needs convincing.
Jim: Yeah, well, we got time on the clock. We'll figure something out.
[As Jim pats Georgie on the back, Georgie goes in for a hug]
Jim: Whoa. What's this about?
Georgie: Sorry. Sometimes you remind me of my dad.
Jim: Well, that's... that's quite the compliment.
Georgie: I didn't really hug him when I had the chance.
Jim: Then come here. [they hug again]
Ruben: [enters] Aw, damn it.

Jim: But that's my problem. So, how's the new place?
Georgie: It ain't much, but it's ours and it's temporary.
Jim: Well, look at you, always putting a positive spin on things.
Georgie: May be a side effect of being "dumb."
Jim: Yeah, she didn't mean that.
Georgie: It don't hurt my feelings. With a brother like Sheldon, I've been the dumb one my whole life.
Jim: That's gotta be hard.
Georgie: I like it when people underestimate me. Gives me an edge.
Jim: You are really something.
Georgie: Yes, sir, I am.

Georgie: Morning.
Jim: Wasn't sure I'd see you today.
Georgie: Wasn't sure if I was fired.
Jim: Course not.
Georgie: Is Mrs. McAllister okay with that?
Jim: Course not.

Georgie: I know it's not exactly what we had in mind...
Mandy: We're taking it.
Georgie: Really?
Mandy: Yeah. I mean, it sucks, but it's still better than living with my mother. [train horn blares; everything shakes; rumbling stops] Still better.

Bev: Got a full kitchen, fridge and there's a laundromat about half mile down the road.
Georgie: Handy.
Bev: Bedroom, bathroom, the end. You want it?
Mandy: Can you give us a minute?
Bev: Okay, but we got a lot of people circling on this unit.
Mandy: Do you?
Bev: I'll wait out on the veranda.

Bev: Comes with your own patio furniture, barbecue, awning.
Georgie: Nice. For entertaining.
Bev: And this is your living room/den/rumpus room.
Mandy: It's a little cramped.
Bev: Only a problem if you don't like each other.
Georgie: Well, then that is not a problem for us.
Bev: He's a chipper one, ain't he?
Mandy: Yeah.

Jim: [sighs]
Audrey: You got something to say?
Jim: I do.
Audrey: Well?
Jim: I'm not saying it.

Georgie: If I may, you do have a habit of slipping in little comments that can be real hurtful.
Audrey: Name one.
Jim: Oh, let's not go naming things.
Mandy: How about saying that CeeCee might be dumb like her dad?
Georgie: She said that?
Mandy: She said that.
Audrey: I never said that!
Georgie: Hey, you can call me whatever you want but you do not insult my daughter or accuse my wife of having hormones. Start packing, we're out of here.

Jim: Whoa, whoa, let's all calm down. Audrey, what happened?
Audrey: No idea. Amanda came to me and apologized for being rude. I accepted. Then, before I knew it, she was being rude again. I'm guessing hormones.
Jim: I'm walking away.

Georgie: All right, listen up, whatever you said to my wife, it's got to stop and it's got to stop right now.
Audrey: I don't know what you're talking about.
Georgie: I don't know what I'm talking about either. But she's back there crying and she's wanting to leave.

Mandy: Georgie is very smart in more of a... workaday manner.
Audrey: He turns his underwear inside out so he can wear 'em an extra day.
Mandy: He's frugal. There's nothing wrong with being frugal.
Audrey: Hmm. Workaday and frugal, quite a catch.
Mandy: You are a horrible, horrible person! [storms out]
Audrey: What time we leaving for the doctor?

Audrey: And while we're there, we can ask the doctor if we should be concerned that she's not talking yet.
Mandy: She's not even a year, Mom, she's fine.
Audrey: [sighs] Of course. It's just, you were an early talker and so was your brother. I don't know about Georgie.
Mandy: What are you saying? My daughter's got some kind of stupid gene from her father?
Audrey: I didn't say that. But it is interesting that you jumped to it.

Audrey: I'm doing the best I can, Amanda.
Mandy: I know, and I-I really appreciate you and Dad taking us in.
Audrey: Thank you. And I am so glad that you and CeeCee are here.
Mandy: And...?
Audrey: Georgie.

Mandy: I just wanted to apologize for some of the things I said.
Audrey: Like how living here is killing you?
Mandy: That is one of the things.

Mandy: Busy?
Audrey: Just sending the U.S. government more of our hard-earned money to piss away.

Jim: How's it going out here?
Georgie: It's fine, all good.
Jim: Ruben?
Ruben: I hate this kid.
Jim: Okay, then, carry on.

Georgie: Come on, Ruben. I'm a good guy, give me a chance.
Ruben: [chuckles] I've been here nine years. How long you been here?
Georgie: Couple months?
Ruben: I'm going to night school to get my bachelor's. What's your education?
Georgie: 11th grade.
Ruben: And who has the clipboard, and who has this thing? [whirring]
Georgie: Okay, when you put it that way, it seems a little unfair.
Ruben: How old are you?
Georgie: If I answer that, it's only gonna seem more unfair.

Georgie: I told you, you don't have to call me "sir." Plain ol' Georgie's fine.
Ruben: Look at me, taking orders from "plain ol' Georgie."
Georgie: Hey, I'm not giving orders. I'm just a lowly Smurf working for his lordship.
Ruben: Lowly serf.
Georgie: No, I'm pretty sure it's Smurf.
Ruben: Except one of us is sleeping with the boss's daughter.
Georgie: Whoa. Hold on, partner. I slept with her, got her pregnant, and then married her. The order's a little wonky, but I checked all the boxes.

Jim: Run this work order back to Ruben.
Georgie: You sure that's a good idea?
Jim: Just give him time, he'll warm up to you.
Georgie: That's what you said about Mrs. McAllister.
Jim: Yeah, I was wrong on that one. Go on.

Jim: I don't know what to do with that boy.
Audrey: There's nothing "to do" with him. He's just a creative soul.
Georgie: If it helps, I've got some experience with quirky family members.
Mandy: Oh, that is true.
Georgie: Sheldon turned out pretty good, considering majority of the folks can't stand him.
Audrey: Well, what did your parents do?
Georgie: Well, my mom always babied him, and my dad was always mad about it.
Mandy: Yeah, that's exactly what they've been doing.
Georgie: Right. Keep up the good work.