Adult Dean: I neglected to mention to Cory that riding with my sister came with one condition.
Granddaddy Clisby: Boy, stop breathing down my neck. You're gonna set my collar on fire. And comb your hair! Both of you look like you got weeds growing out of your head. Our people's hair looked better during slavery.
Dean: I just combed it.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, next time, do it right.
Adult Dean: That's how it was between us and Granddaddy. I guess he loved his grandkids, but he never showed it, just a nonstop stream of insults.
Granddaddy Clisby: [horn honks] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on, Kim! Didn't you see the truck? Maybe if you'd take some of that eye makeup off, you could see a little better.
Adult Dean: And criticisms.
Kim: I saw him coming up fast, so I let him pass.
Granddaddy Clisby: Maybe that's your problem. You're too nice. Didn't even cuss at him or flash a gun.