Adult Dean: While my mom spent the last couple of days working with my archnemesis on a rudimentary potato clock, I was working on splitting oxygen atoms like a real scientist. [laughter] Unfortunately, Michael Simms was clearly intent on disrupting my peaceful lair.
Lillian: [o.s.] That's hilarious, Michael. Dean never told me how funny you were.
Adult Dean: Well, maybe if I got to drink beer and watch Richard Pryor, I'd be funny, too.