Kim: Get out.
Dean: Why do you get to relax and do whatever you want while I have to sit and practice all night? It's not fair.
Kim: Hold on a second. Why do you think I really play the cello? [Dean scoffs] 'Cause Dad can't play anything with a bow. You're the dummy that wanted to be like him, and now you're paying the price. [back on the phone] Girl, it was nothing. I thought I heard a dog outside. Mm-hmm.