Bill: You really think I should go solo?
Lillian: I don't see why not. Your band's always fighting you about the type of music you want to play. Now you have a chance to explore doing your own thing.
Bill: I am more talented than those cats. Got better taste in music, too.
Lillian: Mm-hmm. And easy on the eyes. [chuckles]
Bill: I heard that the Wonderland Club is looking for a new act to play twice a week. Audition's tomorrow.
Lillian: Oh. Sounds like somebody needs to check and see if his lucky tan suit still fits.
Bill: If it doesn't, my new lucky color's gonna be blue.

Adult Dean: Yeah, let me just dust this for the fifth time.
Bill: [plays piano and sings] ♪ You could stumble, you could fall ♪ ♪ Just keep smiling through it all ♪ [talks] What do you think?
Lillian: So you do want my help?
Bill: I'm just trying to write a Saturday night song. You keep trying to make it all Sunday morning.
Lillian: Working with you stresses me out. I can see why your bandmates are always stoned.
Dean: Ooh! [chuckles] [exits]

Dean: Based off what I saw, things might still be a little tense between them.
Lillian: [laughs] That song is really gonna put you over the top.
Bill: Well, it never would have worked without your idea for the bridge.
Lillian: Oh!
Bill: Mwah!
Lillian: I'm just glad I was able to help. [chuckles]
Adult Dean: I didn't understand marriage then. Uh, actually, I still don't.

Dean: W-What are we doing here? The ice cream place is next door.
Lillian: I know, I know, but since we were in the neighborhood, I thought we'd catch a little bit of your father's audition. You know I wrote most of the bridge.

Dean: What about my ice cream?
Lillian: Right before dinner? It'll spoil your appetite. What's with men always wanting ice cream when there's perfectly fine dinner at home?

Bill: We're disappointed in you, son.
Lillian: Especially since you've been acting so grown up around here.
Bruce: I'm not acting. I am grown up.
Lillian: I'm sure you feel that way, but you're not even 21 yet.
Bruce: [sighs] I've been on my own for two years now. Nobody was checking up for me in Vietnam. Golly.
Bill: That's true, but you're back in our house now and you've got to follow our rules.
Lillian: Not to mention, you have a younger brother and sister who look up to you. How would you feel if Kim were up all hours of the night, creeping in and out the house?
Adult Dean: Actually, she was. They just didn't know it... yet.
Bruce: Well, this isn't working for me.
Lillian: Excuse me? You're working on getting grounded.
Bruce: You can't ground me. You got to stop treating me like a kid.
Bill: You realize you're saying that while eating cereal that turns the milk purple.
[As Dean chuckles, Bruce jumps at him, causing Dean to fall from his chair]

Adult Dean: That's what should've happened. But my mother was too much of a lady. She would never do anything to embarrass the family. I, however, was kind of a pro at it.
Dean: Booooo! [crowd murmurs] Boo!

Bill: Well, that was a career milestone. First time I ever got booed by my own son.
Lillian: Believe me, we were just discussing his punishment.
Dean: I'm sorry, Daddy. I wasn't booing you. I was booing her. She... She was making Mama mad.
Lillian: I wasn't mad. I was just surprised the song sounded so different.
Bill: That wasn't how we rehearsed it. Lil, I promise you...
Lillian: Bill, I'm not jealous, if that's what you were thinking. She's not your type. Now, if it was Gladys Knight, we'd have a problem. [Bill chuckles]

Bill: I can't keep getting in situations where I'm letting other people control my ideas. I should be doing my own thing.
Lillian: Then do it.
Bill: But [sighs] what if I can't? I don't have that big personality like Janice or that guy who replaced me in the old band.
Lillian: What? You have your own style. And if that doesn't work, I'll straighten your hair and get you a cape like James Brown.
Bill: [chuckles] So my dad can disown me? No thanks.
Lillian: Bill Williams, you are the coolest man I know.
Bill: I mean, I was... but how many cats actually know what's cool after their 20s?
Lillian: How many cats can write a song like this? [plays piano and sings] ♪ Every good day comes with sunshine ♪ ♪ But some days come with hard times ♪
Bill: [sings] ♪ You could stumble, you could fall ♪ ♪ Just keep smiling through it all ♪ ♪

Lillian: How'd this basement get so clean?
Bill: Guess I keep getting distracted.
Lillian: Oh. Well, you'll get there. You're just not used to working alone.
Bill: Exactly. Usually, I have people to bounce ideas off of.
Lillian: Well, I'm here.
Bill: I meant professional people. No offense, baby.
Dean: Well, if that's the case, then you want some help from me? No offense, Mama. [Bill chuckles]
Lillian: Hey, I know a thing or two about music. I sing in the church choir, I'm pretty good on the piano, and when we were dating, who did you play your songs to first?
Bill: That's 'cause I was trying to woo you, and it worked. You sure you can handle it without getting all hot to trot?
Lillian: That was then. Now, you'd have a better chance if you finished cleaning up this basement. No offense, baby. [Bill chuckles] Meet you by the piano upstairs.