Adult Dean: Washboard was right. It was time for me to talk to my father, man to man. After all, musicians understand these things.
Bill: I do not understand. That has never happened to anyone I've ever known. Fourth chair? You might as well play from the parking lot!
Dean: I wasn't expecting so many challenges. I choked.
Bill: I'm disappointed in you, Dean.
Adult Dean: Those were the words I dreaded the most. I'd rather he just spank me.
Bill: If you're choking at school, how ever are you gonna play in front of all those people at the Fair? I do not want to hear any more excuses. Tomorrow, after school, you come straight to my office so we can go through this piece, note by note.
Dean: But tomorrow's Fair Day. I'm supposed to meet my friends.
Bill: Well, you can forget about that. The concert's the next day. Is riding a bunch of dumb rides gonna help you play a packed house?
Lillian: Bill.
Bill: All right, just have your narrow behind in my office by 4:00.