Adult Dean: Whenever I saw my dad's shadow outside my bedroom door, I knew I needed to play perfectly. If I made a mistake, he'd come inside, and that meant another hour of practice without a break. It was like Black Groundhog's Day.
Bill: Now, I know you can play better than that.
Dean: What do you mean? I hit every note.
Bill: You sounded like you were sitting wrong.
Adult Dean: Sitting wrong?
Bill: Here, let me see. [sighs] [plays saxophone]
Adult Dean: It's as if Jesus came back as a saxophone.