Adult Dean: Glasses or not, I wasn't the most popular kid in the neighborhood. Thank God I had Cory.
Cory: 'Sup, Dean? Give me some skin.
Adult Dean: My best friend, Coach Long's son. He'd figured out his bag when we hit puberty and he grew six inches of height and six inches of hair where it count. He was macho.
Dean: Hey, you got to tell me about that party at Noddy's last night. Was it really a makeout party?
Cory: Come on now, man. You know it's not cool to kiss and tell.
Dean: Okay, but don't forget, you were supposed to teach me how to French kiss on a pillow.
Cory: Shh! I'll tell you later. [Dean chuckles]