Mandy: I don't know, Georgie, it kind of seems like the frog and the boiling water.
Georgie: What's that?
Mandy: Well, it's a metaphor. The frog is in a pot of water, and the heat gets turned up little by little so it doesn't notice it's boiling.
Georgie: Who's boiling a frog?
Mandy: It doesn't matter.
Georgie: Are they making frog soup?
Mandy: It's not a real thing.
Georgie: Oh, good, 'cause I would not eat frog soup.
Mandy: I-I'm just saying, my mom's gradually starting to like you, so maybe don't turn up the heat too fast.

Audrey: You worried about me and you spending so much time together?
Jim: What? No. Dream team.
Audrey: What about me and Georgie?
Jim: Very worried.
Audrey: Me, too.
Jim: Well... [sighs] ...you could try being nice to him.
Audrey: I know, but sometimes his sunny optimism just makes me want to tear him apart with my words.
Jim: [chuckles] That's a joke, right?
Audrey: Of course.
Jim: I want to believe you.

Mandy: What you doing?
Connor: Uh, a pan in the dishwasher's making a cool rhythm.
Mandy: So, you're not on any drugs at all, this is just you?
Connor: I do take a multivitamin.
Mandy: Are you snorting it? [exits]
Connor: Who needs a drummer? I got a Maytag.

Connor: Can I get your opinion on something?
Mandy: Sure.
Connor: I made a song out of the sounds of our house.
Mandy: Cool.
Connor: It's called "The Sounds of Our House."
Mandy: Clever.
Connor: [song of household appliance noises plays] That's the dishwasher. Vacuum. Front door.
Mandy: Huh. This is actually fun.
Connor: I'm actually fun. [CeeCee crying over recording]
Mandy: [gasps] Is that CeeCee?
Connor: She got the solo. [modulated crying] [toilet flushes over recording]
Mandy: So what's your question?
Connor: How great is this?
Mandy: It's pretty great.
Connor: I know.

Mandy: Okay. Got the baby down. [CeeCee snoring]
Georgie: Listen to her snore. What a beautiful sound.
Audrey: Don't you think it's time she slept in her own room?
Mandy: No. She's fine where she is.
Audrey: I just want her to grow up to be independent.
Jim: Well, now, hang on, when Mandy was a baby, she stayed in our room a good while.
Audrey: Yes, she did. And she's still here, Jim.

Mandy: Hey, if you don't want us, we're happy to leave.
Georgie: Hold on. For the first time in my life, I got my own bathroom. I ain't goin' nowhere.

Mandy: Sooner we get out of here, the better.
Georgie: Well, we're saving money, we got built-in babysitters.
Mandy: I don't care. Every day I'm in this house with her, a little piece of me dies.
Georgie: We just got to make sure it ain't my favorite pieces.
Mandy: Oh, really? And which pieces are those?
Georgie: Oh, don't make me say it. But there's two of 'em.

Mandy: You want to fool around?
Georgie: Really? I thought you were all pissed off.
Mandy: I am.
Georgie: And that turns you on?
Mandy: Maybe.
Georgie: Hmm. This is valuable information. Think we can do it without waking the baby?
Mandy: I can. You're the noisy one. [giggles] [knock at door]
Georgie: Oh, dang it. [opens door]
Jim: Y'all left this on the coffee table.
Georgie: Oh.

Georgie: Okay, hope y'all are hungry.
Jim: Oh. Nice of the kid to make breakfast.
Mandy: Mm-hmm. [to Audrey] This is where you say, "Thank you, Georgie."
Georgie: Aw, that ain't necessary.
Audrey: See? "That ain't necessary."

Georgie: Hey, Connor, how's it going?
Connor: Going well. How are you? [shakes Georgie's hand]
Georgie: We're family. You don't have to shake my hand.
Connor: Understood. [hugs Georgie]
Mandy: Yeah, that's not what he meant.
Georgie: It's okay. I'll take it.

Jim: Run this work order back to Ruben.
Georgie: You sure that's a good idea?
Jim: Just give him time, he'll warm up to you.
Georgie: That's what you said about Mrs. McAllister.
Jim: Yeah, I was wrong on that one. Go on.

Georgie: Come on, Ruben. I'm a good guy, give me a chance.
Ruben: [chuckles] I've been here nine years. How long you been here?
Georgie: Couple months?
Ruben: I'm going to night school to get my bachelor's. What's your education?
Georgie: 11th grade.
Ruben: And who has the clipboard, and who has this thing? [whirring]
Georgie: Okay, when you put it that way, it seems a little unfair.
Ruben: How old are you?
Georgie: If I answer that, it's only gonna seem more unfair.

Jim: How's it going out here?
Georgie: It's fine, all good.
Jim: Ruben?
Ruben: I hate this kid.
Jim: Okay, then, carry on.

Mandy: I just wanted to apologize for some of the things I said.
Audrey: Like how living here is killing you?
Mandy: That is one of the things.

Audrey: I'm doing the best I can, Amanda.
Mandy: I know, and I-I really appreciate you and Dad taking us in.
Audrey: Thank you. And I am so glad that you and CeeCee are here.
Mandy: And...?
Audrey: Georgie.

Audrey: And while we're there, we can ask the doctor if we should be concerned that she's not talking yet.
Mandy: She's not even a year, Mom, she's fine.
Audrey: [sighs] Of course. It's just, you were an early talker and so was your brother. I don't know about Georgie.
Mandy: What are you saying? My daughter's got some kind of stupid gene from her father?
Audrey: I didn't say that. But it is interesting that you jumped to it.

Mandy: Georgie is very smart in more of a... workaday manner.
Audrey: He turns his underwear inside out so he can wear 'em an extra day.
Mandy: He's frugal. There's nothing wrong with being frugal.
Audrey: Hmm. Workaday and frugal, quite a catch.
Mandy: You are a horrible, horrible person! [storms out]
Audrey: What time we leaving for the doctor?

Georgie: All right, listen up, whatever you said to my wife, it's got to stop and it's got to stop right now.
Audrey: I don't know what you're talking about.
Georgie: I don't know what I'm talking about either. But she's back there crying and she's wanting to leave.

Jim: [sighs]
Audrey: You got something to say?
Jim: I do.
Audrey: Well?
Jim: I'm not saying it.

Bev: Got a full kitchen, fridge and there's a laundromat about half mile down the road.
Georgie: Handy.
Bev: Bedroom, bathroom, the end. You want it?
Mandy: Can you give us a minute?
Bev: Okay, but we got a lot of people circling on this unit.
Mandy: Do you?
Bev: I'll wait out on the veranda.