Adult Dean: I couldn't believe it. My parents were actually gonna let this happen. Clearly, it was up to me now to keep my brother from going back to Vietnam.
[cut to Dean seated on the floor of the recruitment office holding up a sign reading "STOP THE WAR"]
Adult Dean: That's right... the sit-in, a classic act of civil disobedience. Occupy, disrupt, let them know you mean business. [telephone rings] Yeah, it wasn't really working.
Linda: Merry Christmas, little fella.
Adult Dean: Malcolm X was right. This nonviolence thing was not very effective. Uh-oh, here comes one of the imperialist warmonger pigs now.
Owen Sunhill: Hey, any idea how long your sit-in's gonna last?
Adult Dean: Time to hold my ground.
Owen Sunhill: We're supposed to close early for Christmas Eve, and I've still got some shopping to do. Gonna buy my nephew a G.I. Joe.
Dean: Don't waste your money buying the Black one. It's just the White one painted brown. But I'm not leaving until I end this war. I don't want my brother going back to Vietnam.
Owen Sunhill: Okay. What was your brother's name?
Dean: Bruce.
Owen Sunhill: Right. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Adult Dean: I couldn't believe how all these people could just blindly go about their lives while my family was being torn apart. I also couldn't believe how stupid I was not to pee before I started my sit-in.
Dean: I gotta use the bathroom. Can you hold this sign for me? I'll be right back.