Mandy: It's pecan, his favorite. I was hoping to cheer him up.
Jim: Yeah, he has been a little moody lately. Kind of snapped on a customer.
Mandy: What happened?
Jim: Well, they wished him a happy Thanksgiving, and he said, "Whatever."
Mandy: Ooh, for him, that's bad.

Jim: And of course they're gonna worry about you.
Audrey: I'm not so sure. Amanda's likely to stick me in a home first chance she gets.
Jim: On the bright side, Connor will probably be your roommate.
Audrey: Very funny.
Jim: Hope you like cats.

Jim: Sweet of Georgie to worry so much about his mom.
Audrey: It is. I hope our kids worry about me when I'm a widow.
Jim: What makes you think I'm gonna go first?
Audrey: Jim.
Jim: Fine.

Mandy: Here, let me try.
Georgie: Yeah, sure. Why not?
Mandy: [on the phone] Hey, Missy, it's Mandy. About Thanksgiving... [click, dial tone]
Georgie: Mm-hmm. Hurts, don't it?

Georgie: [on the phone] Oh, come on, Missy. If you come, Mom has to.
Missy Cooper: Why are you making this such a big deal?
Georgie: It's a big deal 'cause we're gonna be together as a family.
Missy Cooper: Is Sheldon coming?
Georgie: We're gonna mostly be together as a family.
Missy Cooper: Well, I've made other plans.
Georgie: [sighs] Please. Mom needs this.
Missy Cooper: Mom needs a lobotomy.
Georgie: All right, I'm done asking. I'm telling you you're coming. [click, dial tone]
Mandy: So, is she coming?
Georgie: That's not funny.

Mandy: She knows she's welcome here, right?
Georgie: She just wants to sit home by herself.
Mandy: What are you gonna do?
Georgie: I don't know. I hate the thought of her being all alone.
Connor: Now?
Jim: Fine.
Connor: You're never alone if you have a cat.

Georgie: She don't want to do Thanksgiving.
Mandy: What do you mean, like she doesn't want to cook?
Georgie: She don't want to do it at all.
Connor: May I interject?
Mandy: What?
Connor: I'm considering getting a cat.
Jim: Connor, not now.
Connor: Let me know when.

Jim: Maybe next year, we can take CeeCee to the Macy's Parade.
Audrey: [gasps] You're not taking my granddaughter to New York City. She'll come back a Democrat.
Mandy: She's a baby.
Audrey: A God-fearing, Republican baby.

Georgie: Fine. Then come have dinner at the McAllisters'.
Mary Cooper: With your mother-in-law? Not for a million dollars.
Georgie: Oh, come on. She's not a monster. [off Mary's look] Come on.
Mary Cooper: No.
Georgie: Fine. I didn't want to do this, but as the man of the house, I'm putting my foot down. You're coming.
Mary Cooper: I have a foot of my own. Would you like to know where I'm gonna put it?
Georgie: No, ma'am.
Mary Cooper: All right, then. [exits]
Georgie: "All right, then."

Georgie: While I'm here, I wanted to let you know we're gonna come to your place for Thanksgiving.
Mary Cooper: Oh. I'm not doing Thanksgiving this year.
Georgie: What are you talking about?
Mary Cooper: Well, Sheldon's in school, and Missy got invited to a friend's.
Georgie: Well, she can't go. It's Thanksgiving.
Mary Cooper: I already told her she could. And to be perfectly honest, I don't feel like celebrating.
Georgie: But this was Dad's favorite holiday.
Mary Cooper: I know, and doing it without him would just be too hard.

Mary Cooper: This is a nice surprise.
Georgie: Just wanted to drop off some of CeeCee's old clothes for the donation room.
Mary Cooper: Oh. Are you sure you don't want to hang on to these in case you have another one?
Georgie: Oh, we ain't planning on another one just yet.
Mary Cooper: You weren't planning on the first one, either.
Georgie: Fair point.

Georgie: Mrs. McAllister, I was hoping to talk to you about Thanksgiving.
Audrey: Well, sure.
Georgie: I really think me, Mandy and CeeCee need to spend it at my mom's.
Audrey: This is the first Thanksgiving since your dad passed. Of course you should.
Georgie: Oh. Thank you. That's a relief.
Audrey: Why?
Georgie: Why what?
Audrey: Why would you think that I would be upset that you want to spend Thanksgiving with your grieving mother?
Georgie: Well...
Audrey: What kind of monster do you think I am? [Jim sneaks out of the kitchen]
Georgie: Um...
Jim: [o.s.] Georgie, let's go. We got to get to work.
Georgie: Got to go. Thanks again. [hushed] You saved my butt.
Jim: Keep moving. Keep moving.

Georgie: Want to rock-paper-scissors for it?
Mandy: Or you tell her and I won't squirt you.
Georgie: You wouldn't dare.
Mandy: You're gonna smell so pretty.
Georgie: Get that away from me.
Mandy: Come here! Come here!
Georgie: No.
Mandy: Baby.

Georgie: I was thinking, maybe we can spend Thanksgiving at my mom's. You know, it's the first one since my dad passed.
Mandy: Of course.
Georgie: You're the best.
Mandy: I know.
Georgie: So, who's gonna tell your mom?
Mandy: I'm sure when we're not there she'll figure it out.

Mandy: Want some hand lotion?
Georgie: How many times I got to say no?
Mandy: Men can take care of their skin, too.
Georgie: Yeah, men in California.
Mandy: We have got to get you on a plane one of these days.

Jim: Okay. We know it's not a tangible object.
Audrey: It can't be bought. It's odorless. And it's in this room right now.
Jim: We only have one question left. We have to guess.
Audrey: What are you thinking? [Jim whispers in Audrey's ear] Agreed. Go for it.
Jim: Are you time?
Connor: Ooh, good guess.
Jim: Did we get it?
Connor: No.
Jim: Son of a bitch!
Audrey: Damn it!
Jim: So, what was it?
Connor: Sorry, you're out of questions.
Jim: You're really not gonna tell us?
Connor: Thanks for playing. [exits]
Audrey: You get back here right now and you tell us!
Jim: I don't know why you like him.

Mandy: Let's go home.
Georgie: Are you sure? We're here. I can buy you a drink. Or if they card me, you can buy me a drink.
Mandy: I think I'd rather go home and watch my daughter sleep.
Georgie: Oh, that's my favorite thing.
Mandy: How was your night?
Georgie: You want the truth?
Mandy: Yeah.
Georgie: Teenagers suck.

Mandy: Thanks for coming.
Georgie: What happened to your buddy?
Mandy: Oh, she's, um... getting a cavity filled.

Georgie: All right, Richie, this is you.
Richie: [sighs] Later.
Georgie: Wait, here's your keys. [Richie grabs the keys] Someday you'll thank me! [Richie slams the door] Little punk. All right, who's next?
Jason: I guess I am, Mr. Cooper.
Georgie: It's Georgie, it's just Georgie.
Jason: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Beth: Check out the cowboy at the bar.
Mandy: Oh, that's not a cowboy, that's my dentist.
Beth: Ooh, Dr. Cowboy.
Mandy: I have a cleaning next week. Can you not ruin it?
Beth: He married?
Mandy: Um, I don't know, he wears gloves.
Beth: I'm gonna find out.
Mandy: Wait, you're just gonna leave me here? I guess you are. [guy turns around] Not a chance. [chuckles] But thank you.