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.

Connor: At least take some ibuprofen, bring your temperature down.
Georgie: Okay.
Connor: We also need to run the shower, get some steam going, break up the congestion, and while it's a little outside the medical mainstream, two fingers of Kentucky bourbon to help you sleep.
Georgie: Your mom teach you all that?
Connor: No, I watched an episode of The Golden Girls where Rose caught a doozy of a cold. Really messed with Blanche's date that night.
Georgie: That's a good show.
Connor: [chuckles] They're old, but full of life. [Georgie coughs] You go to bed, Rose. Sophia's on the case.

Audrey: Amanda, the job is look pretty, smile and point.
Mandy: There's a little more to it than that.
Audrey: Like what?
Mandy: Well, what you're pointing at is actually behind you, and it's not really there, it's a special effect called a green screen. And you can't smile if you're talking about a tornado ripping a trailer park to shreds. You look like a psychopath.
Audrey: All right.
Mandy: And you have to have easy banter with the sports guy, even though off camera, he's a little handsy.
Audrey: Sure.
Mandy: And if it looks easy, the only reason is because people like me make it look easy.
Audrey: Got it.
Mandy: [scoffs] "Smile and point." I'm not Vanna White.

[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: So, how's my granddaughter doing?
Georgie: Amazing. Walking, talking. [chuckles] She tried to eat a pickle the other day. You should have seen the faces she was making.
George Sr.: You ate a tub of Vaseline once.
Georgie: Why'd I do that?
George Sr.: Hungry? Dumb? Who could say? Why aren't you at work?
Georgie: I'm sick.
George Sr.: Well, la-dee-da. Aren't you the delicate flower? When I was 19, I didn't take sick days. 'Course, I was in Vietnam.
Georgie: Really? You didn't get sick days in the Army?
George Sr.: Nah, that's for them mama's boys in the Navy.

[dream sequence:]
Georgie: Did you ever miss a day of work?
George Sr.: Yeah, when I had my first heart attack. Did you have a heart attack?
Georgie: No, sir, just runny nose, scratchy throat.
George Sr.: Oh, serious.
Georgie: And a fever. 102.
George Sr.: Poor baby. Should I sing you "Soft Kitty?"
Georgie: I'm going back.
George Sr.: Good man. [Georgie stands up and hugs his father] What you doing?
Georgie: Hugging you.
[When Georgie pulls back and looks up at his father, George Sr. looks like a rotting zombie]
George Sr.: Get to work!
[reality: Georgie gasps as he wakes up, sweaty in bed]

Audrey: It's gonna go great.
Mandy: Yeah, I think so, too.
Audrey: So, are you feeling more confident about all this?
Mandy: Yeah. Yeah, I can do this. You know, I bet it goes so well that they ask me to fill in again next week. And then they'll probably recommend me to the affiliate in Houston, and... and then they'll offer me the job and I'll have to tell Georgie we need to move and he's not gonna want to and it's gonna be a huge fight and I don't want to move CeeCee away from her grandparents but this is my dream job! [goes back into the dressing room]
Audrey: Look at the bright side: maybe you'll stink.

Audrey: You're taking care of him?
Connor: Trying to. He is not an easy patient.
Audrey: Did you threaten him with the thermometer?
Connor: I had to.
Audrey: Always worked with you.

[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: Morning.
Georgie: Yeah, good morning.
George Sr.: Something wrong?
Georgie: Yeah. I'm worried if I work myself into the ground, I won't be around for my daughter.
George Sr.: I get that.
Georgie: 'Cause I want to be there when she has kids.
George Sr.: Well, hopefully it's a lot later than when you had kids.
Georgie: From your mouth to God's ears.
George Sr.: I did a good job raising you.
Georgie: You did.
George Sr.: Wasn't easy, 'cause you were a pain in the ass.
Georgie: I thought we were having a moment.
George Sr.: We are, son.

Georgie: [blows nose] Oh. What are y'all doing?
Connor: I'm learning how to knit.
Audrey: Are you okay? You don't sound so good.
Georgie: Oh, just allergies. I always thought knitting was kind of a little old lady thing.
Audrey: Why would you think that?
Georgie: 'Cause I've only ever seen little old ladies do it. Like my meemaw and... Mostly my meemaw.

Audrey: Why don't you pick that one up from the basket. Okay. Hold your needles up like this. Now, watch me and Connor. Okay? In through the front door...
Connor: Round the back...
Audrey: Out through the window...
Connor: And off jumps Jack.
Georgie: Okay, hold on, slow down. In through the front door. Dang. In through the... [groans] Dang it. That front door's hard to get through.

Jim: What's all this?
Audrey: I'm teaching the boys how to knit.
Jim: You're kidding.
Georgie: I got through the front door!
Connor: Nice!
Audrey: Nice.
Jim: They should bring back the draft.

Mandy: I can't wait to quit the diner and tell Earl what I think of him.
Georgie: I thought you liked Earl.
Mandy: I do, but what's the point of being famous if you can't tell somebody off?

Mandy: Are you sure that's allergies?
Georgie: Yeah. [goes to hug Mandy]
Mandy: Okay, well, I'm not.
Georgie: Oh, come on. I thought we could celebrate, if you catch my drift.
Mandy: Yeah, I... I don't want to catch your drift or anything else.
Georgie: I ain't sick.
Mandy: Yeah, sorry, snot boy, I can't take my chances.

Georgie: [blows nose] That don't look like allergies.

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

Mandy: So, it's sounding like with a possibility of pie in the forecast.
Roy: What are you doing?
Mandy: I'm practicing. I'm doing the weather on Channel 7 this Friday.
Roy: Good for you.
Mandy: Yeah, I'm not really a waitress.
Roy: I could have told you that.
Mandy: Thank you.

Mandy: I'm doing the weather on Channel 7.
Beth: Really? Mm-hmm. They just let anybody do that?
Mandy: Of course not. I'm a trained weather girl. It's my real job.
Beth: So, what, this is your pretend job?
Mandy: No, this was just supposed to be temporary.
Beth: Good for you.
Mandy: No, no, no. Don't be like that. We can still hang out.
Beth: Sure, if you're not busy with all your fancy TV friends.
Mandy: [scoffs] We are not fancy, we are just plain, simple folk like you. [off Beth's look] Ooh, frigid temperatures coming down from the north. Ha-ha? No? Okay.

Georgie: [coughing]
Jim: Son, you got to go home.
Georgie: No, no, I'm fine. Just a little catnap.
Jim: Georgie, listen to me. The cat's dead. Go home.