Georgie: That was great. I haven't ridden in years.
Todd: Why'd you stop?
Georgie: Oh, you know, got busy. Wife, baby, job.
Richie: How old are you?
Georgie: Nineteen... and a half, basically 20.
Todd: You should see his wife. She's hot.
Georgie: Hey! I mean, thank you, but hey.

Jason: All right, who's ready for some beer?
Todd: Oh, yeah, count me in.
Richie: Please.
Georgie: Thought we were gonna ride some more?
Todd: We are.
Georgie: After drinking?
Richie: I thought you said he was cool.
Georgie: I'm cool. [they snicker] I drive a tow truck. I've seen stuff. Believe me, safe is cool. [they laugh] At least eat something to coat your stomach.
Todd: I'm sorry, our mommies didn't pack us any snacks.
Georgie: Well, that's all right, I got some string cheese in the truck.

Beth: Check out the cowboy at the bar.
Mandy: Oh, that's not a cowboy, that's my dentist.
Beth: Ooh, Dr. Cowboy.
Mandy: I have a cleaning next week. Can you not ruin it?
Beth: He married?
Mandy: Um, I don't know, he wears gloves.
Beth: I'm gonna find out.
Mandy: Wait, you're just gonna leave me here? I guess you are. [guy turns around] Not a chance. [chuckles] But thank you.

Georgie: All right, Richie, this is you.
Richie: [sighs] Later.
Georgie: Wait, here's your keys. [Richie grabs the keys] Someday you'll thank me! [Richie slams the door] Little punk. All right, who's next?
Jason: I guess I am, Mr. Cooper.
Georgie: It's Georgie, it's just Georgie.
Jason: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Mandy: Let's go home.
Georgie: Are you sure? We're here. I can buy you a drink. Or if they card me, you can buy me a drink.
Mandy: I think I'd rather go home and watch my daughter sleep.
Georgie: Oh, that's my favorite thing.
Mandy: How was your night?
Georgie: You want the truth?
Mandy: Yeah.
Georgie: Teenagers suck.

Georgie: I was thinking, maybe we can spend Thanksgiving at my mom's. You know, it's the first one since my dad passed.
Mandy: Of course.
Georgie: You're the best.
Mandy: I know.
Georgie: So, who's gonna tell your mom?
Mandy: I'm sure when we're not there she'll figure it out.

Georgie: Want to rock-paper-scissors for it?
Mandy: Or you tell her and I won't squirt you.
Georgie: You wouldn't dare.
Mandy: You're gonna smell so pretty.
Georgie: Get that away from me.
Mandy: Come here! Come here!
Georgie: No.
Mandy: Baby.

Georgie: While I'm here, I wanted to let you know we're gonna come to your place for Thanksgiving.
Mary Cooper: Oh. I'm not doing Thanksgiving this year.
Georgie: What are you talking about?
Mary Cooper: Well, Sheldon's in school, and Missy got invited to a friend's.
Georgie: Well, she can't go. It's Thanksgiving.
Mary Cooper: I already told her she could. And to be perfectly honest, I don't feel like celebrating.
Georgie: But this was Dad's favorite holiday.
Mary Cooper: I know, and doing it without him would just be too hard.

Georgie: [on the phone] Oh, come on, Missy. If you come, Mom has to.
Missy Cooper: Why are you making this such a big deal?
Georgie: It's a big deal 'cause we're gonna be together as a family.
Missy Cooper: Is Sheldon coming?
Georgie: We're gonna mostly be together as a family.
Missy Cooper: Well, I've made other plans.
Georgie: [sighs] Please. Mom needs this.
Missy Cooper: Mom needs a lobotomy.
Georgie: All right, I'm done asking. I'm telling you you're coming. [click, dial tone]
Mandy: So, is she coming?
Georgie: That's not funny.

Mandy: Here, let me try.
Georgie: Yeah, sure. Why not?
Mandy: [on the phone] Hey, Missy, it's Mandy. About Thanksgiving... [click, dial tone]
Georgie: Mm-hmm. Hurts, don't it?

Mary Cooper: If this is about Thanksgiving, I'm not changing my mind.
Mandy: Well, your mom and Missy are coming.
Mary Cooper: I don't care.
Mandy: Look, I understand, I really do. I-I just think...
Mary Cooper: You do not understand. You do not know what it's like to lose a husband.
Mandy: I don't, um, but Georgie's struggling, too, and I think it would be great...
Mary Cooper: Well, I'm sorry if I'm disappointing everyone, but this is what I need. And for once, I am putting myself first.
Mandy: Okay. Sorry.

Audrey: Go easy, Jim.
Jim: My second one.
Audrey: It's 10:00 in the morning.
Jim: [Well, I'd put it back, but... [removes bottlecap] it's already open.

Mandy: Good call on the socks.
Missy Cooper: I'm not stupid.

Audrey: That beer for you?
Georgie: No, ma'am, Mr. McAllister.
Audrey: Another one?
Georgie: Uh, I haven't been keeping count.
Audrey: Well, you let him know I am.
Georgie: Or you let him know and I'll stay here and mash them potatoes.
Audrey: [angrily mashes potatoes] Tell him.

Meemaw: I hope it wasn't too much trouble adding a bunch of people at the last minute.
Jim: No problem at all. Audrey loves this.
Meemaw: Does she need any help?
Jim: I have no idea.

Connor: Welcome, everyone. As a special surprise, I have composed a Thanksgiving polka for accordion and turkey call. [plays according slowly] [plays rapidly] [turkey call warbles] [continues playing accordion] [turkey call]
Dale Ballard: You stay right there, I got my guitar in the trunk.
Meemaw: No.

Meemaw: You sure made your son happy today.
Mary Cooper: I'm glad. I thought you were going camping.
Meemaw: So did Dale.
Dale Ballard: What?
Meemaw: Just eat.
Dale Ballard: Okay.

Audrey: Where you going?
Jim: To get another beer. [exits]
Audrey: Excuse me. [exits]
Mandy: Oh, boy.
Connor: Here comes one of our Thanksgiving traditions.

Audrey: Put that back, you've had enough.
Jim: It's a holiday, I'm celebrating.
Audrey: You're embarrassing yourself is what you're doing.
Jim: I'm having a good time! Maybe you need a drink.
Audrey: I have been up since the crack of dawn putting this thing together. You are not gonna ruin it.
Jim: Oh, I'm not "rooning" anything. R-Roonin... Ru-in-ing.
Audrey: Oh, my God, listen to yourself.
Jim: Eh, I'd rather listen to me than you.

Georgie: Where you going?
Mary Cooper: I'm sorry, I can't do this.
Georgie: Don't mind them, they argue all the time.
Mary Cooper: It's not them.
Georgie: Then what?
Mary Cooper: I...
Georgie: Tell me.
Mary Cooper: [sighs] [chuckles softly] Your father and I used to argue about him getting drunk on Thanksgiving, and... I'll never get to do that again.
Georgie: You miss arguing with Dad?
Mary Cooper: Yes. [sobs]
Georgie: Mom...
Mary Cooper: I'm going home. Please tell everybody I'm sorry.
Georgie: No, wait. I got a better idea.