Mandy: You better not have blown this up for me. I'm making, like, 200 bucks a day for answering the phone.
Georgie: Mandy, I've been down this road. There's no such thing as easy money.
Mandy: [scoffs] Really? [removes a wad of cash from her bra] What do you call this?
Georgie: Dang.
Mandy: Yeah.
Georgie: Why you keeping 'em in your bosom? You got, like, 12 purses in the closet.

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.

Mandy: Okay, how we doing over here?
Roy: My fries are a little cold.
Mandy: You mean, the fries I brought you 30 minutes ago?
Roy: Well, excuse me for savoring my meal.
Mandy: No, no, I'm just- I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Roy: I'd enjoy it more if my fries weren't cold.
Mandy: Do you want me to heat those up for you?
Roy: You gonna use a microwave?
Mandy: Yeah.
Roy: They're gonna get soggy.
Mandy: Okay, how about a fresh plate of fries?
Roy: For free?
Mandy: No.
Roy: Cold is fine.

Meemaw: [on the payphone] All right, I got you down for 50 on Medford to cover the spread.
Mandy: Hey, Connie.
Meemaw: [hangs up] Hey.
Mandy: Uh, what you doing?
Meemaw: Oh, nothing, just making a little phone call.
Mandy: Oh. Everything okay?
Meemaw: Yeah, yeah, it's just, you know, I remembered to call in a... prescription.
Mandy: Okay. Well, uh, do you want to come in and grab some coffee? We can catch up.
Meemaw: Sure. That would be nice. [phone ringing]
Mandy: Who calls a pay phone? [reaches for the phone]
Meemaw: I got it. [answers phone] Hello? Oh. It's my pharmacy. Could I have a minute?

Mandy: What's going on?
Meemaw: Nothing.
Mandy: Seems like something.
Meemaw: Well, it's not. [pager chiming] Can I call you back?
Mandy: Are you selling drugs?
Meemaw: Don't be crazy. I'm not a drug dealer.
Mandy: Okay, well, then, what?
Meemaw: I'm a bookie.