Adult Dean: Any guilt I was feeling about what I was doing was gone by the time I got home. Hey, I was dealing with grief in my own way. So was my sister.
Lillian: You're not going anywhere tonight, young lady.
Adult Dean: And Mama.
Lillian: I made dinner. And we're going to eat tonight together as a family.
Adult Dean: Her five stages of grief came with five pounds of bacon grease.
Lillian: [timer dings] Oh! The other chicken is ready.
Bill: [to the kids] Be cool.