Mandy: I'm doing the weather on Channel 7.
Beth: Really? Mm-hmm. They just let anybody do that?
Mandy: Of course not. I'm a trained weather girl. It's my real job.
Beth: So, what, this is your pretend job?
Mandy: No, this was just supposed to be temporary.
Beth: Good for you.
Mandy: No, no, no. Don't be like that. We can still hang out.
Beth: Sure, if you're not busy with all your fancy TV friends.
Mandy: [scoffs] We are not fancy, we are just plain, simple folk like you. [off Beth's look] Ooh, frigid temperatures coming down from the north. Ha-ha? No? Okay.

Mandy: Okay, how do I look?
Jim: Beautiful as always.
Audrey: A little too much cleavage.
Mandy: Well, when I'm not working for tips, I'll cover up.
Audrey: Is that the lesson you want to teach your daughter?
Mandy: Are you kidding? These are all I am to her.

Mandy: You look nice.
Georgie: Thanks. Last chance to come to church with me.
Mandy: Sorry, today's a strict no-bra day.

Jim: You're workin' for Fagenbacher?
Georgie: What can I say? He knows talent when he sees it.
Audrey: Freddy gave you a job?
Mandy: Please don't say "Freddy" and "job" in the same sentence.

Georgie: I'm fine. Besides, Cooper men don't take sick days. My dad once had his appendix out, he was at work later that afternoon.
Jim: Really?
Georgie: Yeah. I mean, he passed out in the teachers' lounge, but he passed out at work.
Jim: Son, I'm not sure you're taking the right lesson from that story.
Georgie: Sure I am. Tough it out.
Jim: No, I don't think so.

Jim: Ruben, you seen my son-in-law?
Ruben: You mean Typhoid Georgie? No.

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.