Adult Dean: Seeing Cory and Keisa kissing was still eating me up inside, and now, because of my own big mouth, they'd be working on a project together... alone.
Bill: Still upset, huh?
Dean: What?
Bill: You know, like you were at church.
Dean: Yeah, uh, Dr. King's dead, and I'm really sad. Uh, see you at dinner.
Bill: Hold up. Uh... you want to talk about anything?
Dean: No.
Bill: Hop in. Let's go fishing.
Adult Dean: It was an unwritten rule that my dad's weekday fishing trips were a solo activity. Hell, Mama covered up being in labor so as not to interrupt one of them. I had no choice but to go with him.
Dean: [sighs] Okay. Let's go.