Georgie: [sniffing] Smell this.
Mandy: I will not.
Georgie: I just want to know if I can wear it again.
Mandy: Well, I think if you have to ask, you have your answer.
Georgie: Great. [puts the shirt on]

Mandy: [on TV] Thank you, Kimberly. I've got your weekend weather report. Let's get right into it.
Georgie: Look, CeeCee, there's Mama.
Jim: Well, I like what she's wearing.
Audrey: You're welcome.
Mandy: But there's a cold weather front moving in from Nacogdoches, so expect some precipitation tomorrow.
Connor: "Nacogdoches" and "precipitation." [short chuckle] Tough combo.
Audrey: You know, that map isn't really there. It's just green.
Mandy: Overnight, into the morning, we'll be seeing some wind gusts which should clear out those clouds.
Georgie: Dang, she's really good.
Mandy: ...for all you churchgoers. I'm Mandy McAllister. Heather will be back with the weather on Monday, unless she needs a few extra days with her family, which would be very understandable, given the tragedy that's befallen her. Now back to Chip, with sports.

[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: Morning.
Georgie: Yeah, good morning.
George Sr.: Something wrong?
Georgie: Yeah. I'm worried if I work myself into the ground, I won't be around for my daughter.
George Sr.: I get that.
Georgie: 'Cause I want to be there when she has kids.
George Sr.: Well, hopefully it's a lot later than when you had kids.
Georgie: From your mouth to God's ears.
George Sr.: I did a good job raising you.
Georgie: You did.
George Sr.: Wasn't easy, 'cause you were a pain in the ass.
Georgie: I thought we were having a moment.
George Sr.: We are, son.

Audrey: I can't sleep.
Jim: Well, lucky for you, I'm awake.
Audrey: I'm nervous about Mandy.
Jim: Oh, she's gonna be great.
Audrey: That's the problem. What if this leads to something bigger? What if she gets a job offer in Houston or Dallas? What if they move and take CeeCee? I can't lose my granddaughter, Jim.
Jim: Look, nothing's happened yet.
Audrey: I know. But if they're moving, we're moving.
Jim: Wait, what about the store?
Audrey: Oh, you'll figure it out. Good night. [turns out the light]

Georgie: You shouldn't be in here. I don't want to get you sick.
Mandy: Oh, I'll be fine.
Georgie: No, you need to stay healthy for your weather thing.
Mandy: Right, my weather thing. Listen, if this doesn't go well, will you be disappointed in me?
Georgie: Of course not. I could never be disappointed in you.
Mandy: Thank you. And if it does go well, will you move to Houston with me?
Georgie: Houston?
Mandy: Never mind. [throws Vicks] Here, rub this on your chest.
Georgie: Houston?!

Audrey: You're taking care of him?
Connor: Trying to. He is not an easy patient.
Audrey: Did you threaten him with the thermometer?
Connor: I had to.
Audrey: Always worked with you.

Mandy: Hey. What are you doing?
Connor: Taking care of Georgie.
Mandy: Georgie's here?
Connor: Yes. He's very sick.
Mandy: Oh, my God.
Connor: Oh, wait. Here's some Vicks. He would not let me rub it on his chest.

Mandy: Thanks again for the new outfit.
Audrey: You're welcome.
Mandy: And for the Cinnabon. It really helped.
Audrey: That was for both of us, but it's fine.

Connor: Would you make CeeCee go to school if she was sick?
Georgie: Of course not. But she's a little girl. I'm a grown man. People depend on me.
Connor: And if you don't show up, you're letting them down?
Georgie: Obviously.
Connor: How old was your father when he passed?
Georgie: What's your point?
Connor: Maybe if he'd taken better care of himself, he'd still be here.
Georgie: You don't know what you're talking about.
Connor: Okay.
Georgie: I'm serious.
Connor: Okay.
Georgie: Okay.
Connor: Okay.

Georgie: I had a dream about my dad.
Connor: Oh. Was that nice?
Georgie: Not really. He was disappointed in me.
Connor: Why?
Georgie: I think 'cause I went home sick.
Connor: So?
Georgie: Well, he was in the Army, he was a football coach. Ever since I was a little kid, he's always taught me to play through the pain. Rub some dirt on it, walk it off.
Connor: What's the dirt do?
Georgie: Stops the bleeding. I don't know.

Audrey: It's gonna go great.
Mandy: Yeah, I think so, too.
Audrey: So, are you feeling more confident about all this?
Mandy: Yeah. Yeah, I can do this. You know, I bet it goes so well that they ask me to fill in again next week. And then they'll probably recommend me to the affiliate in Houston, and... and then they'll offer me the job and I'll have to tell Georgie we need to move and he's not gonna want to and it's gonna be a huge fight and I don't want to move CeeCee away from her grandparents but this is my dream job! [goes back into the dressing room]
Audrey: Look at the bright side: maybe you'll stink.

Connor: Where you going?
Georgie: Work.
Connor: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not going anywhere, mister.
Georgie: Connor, get out of my way.
Connor: Don't make me get the special thermometer.
[Georgie shakes his head and turns back]

[dream sequence:]
Georgie: Did you ever miss a day of work?
George Sr.: Yeah, when I had my first heart attack. Did you have a heart attack?
Georgie: No, sir, just runny nose, scratchy throat.
George Sr.: Oh, serious.
Georgie: And a fever. 102.
George Sr.: Poor baby. Should I sing you "Soft Kitty?"
Georgie: I'm going back.
George Sr.: Good man. [Georgie stands up and hugs his father] What you doing?
Georgie: Hugging you.
[When Georgie pulls back and looks up at his father, George Sr. looks like a rotting zombie]
George Sr.: Get to work!
[reality: Georgie gasps as he wakes up, sweaty in bed]

[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: So, how's my granddaughter doing?
Georgie: Amazing. Walking, talking. [chuckles] She tried to eat a pickle the other day. You should have seen the faces she was making.
George Sr.: You ate a tub of Vaseline once.
Georgie: Why'd I do that?
George Sr.: Hungry? Dumb? Who could say? Why aren't you at work?
Georgie: I'm sick.
George Sr.: Well, la-dee-da. Aren't you the delicate flower? When I was 19, I didn't take sick days. 'Course, I was in Vietnam.
Georgie: Really? You didn't get sick days in the Army?
George Sr.: Nah, that's for them mama's boys in the Navy.

[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: Morning, son.
Georgie: Morning. Hold on a minute.
George Sr.: What?
Georgie: Are those chocolate chip pancakes?
George Sr.: Sure are.
Georgie: Well, all right.

Audrey: Amanda, the job is look pretty, smile and point.
Mandy: There's a little more to it than that.
Audrey: Like what?
Mandy: Well, what you're pointing at is actually behind you, and it's not really there, it's a special effect called a green screen. And you can't smile if you're talking about a tornado ripping a trailer park to shreds. You look like a psychopath.
Audrey: All right.
Mandy: And you have to have easy banter with the sports guy, even though off camera, he's a little handsy.
Audrey: Sure.
Mandy: And if it looks easy, the only reason is because people like me make it look easy.
Audrey: Got it.
Mandy: [scoffs] "Smile and point." I'm not Vanna White.

Connor: At least take some ibuprofen, bring your temperature down.
Georgie: Okay.
Connor: We also need to run the shower, get some steam going, break up the congestion, and while it's a little outside the medical mainstream, two fingers of Kentucky bourbon to help you sleep.
Georgie: Your mom teach you all that?
Connor: No, I watched an episode of The Golden Girls where Rose caught a doozy of a cold. Really messed with Blanche's date that night.
Georgie: That's a good show.
Connor: [chuckles] They're old, but full of life. [Georgie coughs] You go to bed, Rose. Sophia's on the case.

Connor: Let's see what we're dealing with. [places the back of his hand on Georgie's forehead] Oh, yeah, that's a fever. I'm gonna say 102.
Georgie: You don't know that.
Connor: A rectal thermometer would be more precise. But I don't think you and I are there yet.

Connor: Hello.
Georgie: Hey.
Connor: You look terrible.
Georgie: Oh, nothing a little orange juice won't cure.
[Georgie grabs the container from the fridge and drinks directly out of it]
Connor: Please don't put that back in the fridge.
Georgie: Fine.

Mandy: Oh. A dress of my choosing?
Audrey: Your choosing, my choo... Let's just call it "our choosing."
Mandy: [sighs] I don't know what to say. Thank you.
Audrey: You don't have to thank me. I just hope this turns into a real career for you.
Mandy: Mm. So you can brag to all your friends that I'm on TV instead of waitressing?
Audrey: [chuckles] I don't tell my friends you're waitressing. Come on, we can drop this off at the Goodwill on the way.