Adult Dean: Before texts and e-mails, writing letters was the primary way for a 12-year-old to stay in contact with someone... that and a rotary phone with a cord that hopefully stretched into your bedroom. But I couldn't call my older brother Bruce, who was in Vietnam. I was good at writing, though, and letters were our special thing. He'd tell me about the people he'd met and the foods he was trying, and I'd tell him all about the exciting things in my life.
Dean: [writing] "And then I spit, and it went further than Cory's spit, so I won the bet!"
Adult Dean: Okay, so, my life wasn't as exciting as his, but that was always the case, because Bruce was great at everything: school, sports, spitting. My biggest wish was to one day be great at something.
Lillian: [o.s.] Dean! Hurry up!
Dean: Uh, be down in a second.
Lillian: [o.s.] Don't make me tell you twice.