Norman: Dean, where you been, man? We ran into these Pixie Scouts, and they were really nice.
Hampton: Yeah.
Cory: One of them didn't have nobody to talk to, so I told her about you. She wanted to meet you. She was wearing a two-piece. [chuckles]
Coach Long: All right, it's getting late, men. Let's go ahead and head back to the campsite.
Dean: But I didn't get a chance to swim!
Adult Dean: I don't think I've ever been so angry at my dad. I knew I shouldn't let it out, but I couldn't help myself, so I turned to him and summoned up all the 12-year-old eloquence I could muster.
Dean: This stinks! You stink! You ruined this trip for me because you don't know what you're doing! You shoulda just let Coach Long be the leader!
Adult Dean: I stood there, waiting for my dad to whoop me for being so fresh or drown me in the lake... Wait a minute. Nobody brought that hatchet, did they? There's no telling what this man might do. [Bill is silent] But he did nothing.
Bill: Coach Long is right. It'll be dark soon. We should head on back. You lead the way, Cliff.