Adult Dean: Yep, just two guys fishing, content not to have all the answers.
Cory: Dean, this is boring.
Dean: I know. For some reason, it just seems to work when my dad does it.
Adult Dean: Daddy didn't tell me that you can't force moments like the one we had earlier. Unfortunately, he also didn't tell me that he didn't technically have permission to fish on Old Man Seagram's lake.
Old Man Seagram: [o.s.] Hey! What are you kids doing here?!
Dean: Run!
Old Man Seagram: [o.s.] I'll skin your teeth! Gladys! It's those Williamses again! First the pappy, then the mama. Now the egg-head son's trespassing... ...with some other boy that looks high! Get my rock salt!