Kim: Dad, can you please tell Dean to stop breathing on my neck? That hot breath is gonna mess up my hair.
Bill: Dean, sit back. Kim, go around this car in front of you. Driving like a maniac. [tires screech] Be careful, now. [honks horn]
[As Kim drives past the erratic driver, the man gives them the finger out of the window]
Bill: Dad?
Dean: Granddaddy Clisby?
Adult Dean: The only person I knew who my dad had to answer to. Back then, I thought Granddaddy Clisby was mean just to be mean. I was wrong. That was him being nice.