Ruben: Hey, the Oldsmobile... [Georgie sneezes right in Ruben's face] Are you kidding me?
Georgie: Sorry.
Ruben: I don't forgive you!

Ruben: Hold this.
Georgie: What is it?
Ruben: Transmission fluid recirculator.
Georgie: Hmm. Got it.
Ruben: Do not let go.
Georgie: Why? What'll happen?
Ruben: Bad things. Very bad things. [walks off]
Georgie: Where you going?
Ruben: Be right back.
Georgie: Okeydoke.

Ruben: [whistling a tune] Lincoln's done.
Jim: Great. Get started on the Caddy.
Ruben: Yeah. Before that, how about we talk about my raise?
Jim: What makes you think you're getting a raise?
Ruben: [chuckles] I mean, look around. I'm all you got.
Jim: Really? You're gonna use this whole Georgie situation to squeeze me?
Ruben: I thought that was clear, yes.
Jim: I'll take it under consideration.
Ruben: Don't take too long. I hear Fagenbacher's hiring. [short chuckle] [whistling a tune]
Jim: Quit whistling.
Ruben: No.

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

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.