Bill: Dean, look, your cousins are coming.
Adult Dean: Well, some were cousins, some were second cousins, some were cousins of my play cousins... I-I never knew for sure. Like I said, country.
Big Jim: They're gonna help me shuck corn. You wanna come?
Bill: Go. It'll do you good to reconnect with them. And I pay a dime a bushel.
Adult Dean: A day with my country cousins? I'd rather drink a gallon of transmission fluid. But it didn't seem like I had much of a choice.