Meemaw: So, how's it going? My little great-granddaughter saying "meemaw" yet?
Mandy: No, just "dada." Pisses me off.
Dale Ballard: Uh, enjoy it. My kid doesn't even talk to me anymore.
Meemaw: Why bring it up?
Dale Ballard: It's called making conversation.

Meemaw: [to CeeCee] Forget the turkey, I'm gonna gobble you up.
Dale Ballard: I won't be eating any children.
Georgie: Thank y'all so much for coming.
Meemaw: You bet.
Dale Ballard: I had no choice.

Jim: So, Dale... when are you two kids gonna make it official?
Dale Ballard: I've asked repeatedly.
Meemaw: We don't need to get married. We're fine just as we are.
Dale Ballard: No, she's hoping somebody better comes along.
Meemaw: Don't you want the best for me?
Mandy: Okay, CeeCee's napping. What'd I miss?
Dale Ballard: She don't want to marry me.

Dale Ballard: [plays guitar and sings, with Connor playing along on accordion] ♪ I fell into a burning ring of fire ♪ ♪ I went down, down, down ♪ And the flames went higher ♪ And it burns, burns, burns - Ouch! ♪ That ring of fire ♪ That ring of fire ♪
Meemaw: [to Mandy] Still better than camping.
Connor: Everybody.
All: ♪ I fell into a burning ring of fire ♪
Jim: [Audrey kicks Jim awake] Huh?
All: ♪ Went down, down, down ♪ And the flames get higher ♪
Dale Ballard: Come on, Jim!
Jim: [half-asleep] ♪ Burns, burns ♪
All: ♪ That ring of fire ♪ That ring of fire ♪

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.

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: Ooh, what's this?
Audrey: Well, that's cranberry sauce.
Georgie: Why ain't it shaped like the can?
Audrey: It's homemade.
Georgie: Huh. Maybe next year we should spring for the good stuff.