Bill: Dean, you do your regular chores. And stop scratching. That's how it spreads. So, what chores are you actually gonna do, Dad?
Granddaddy Clisby: Oh, I don't do chores. Never did. See, my mama did them for me until I was 16, and then my wife took over after that.
Bill: Guess what, Dad? It's the '60s. Men have evolved since your generation. We're not helpless around the house anymore.
Adult Dean: Mm-hmm. This is the same man who didn't meet any of his kids until the day after they were born.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, I'm old and feeble. Ain't that what you're always telling me? This pox just might take me down.
Bill: I see. So now that there's chores on the table, you're taking this seriously.
Granddaddy Clisby: Yeah.
Bill: You're doing the dishes, Dad.