Washboard: You coming, little man? Wouldn't be the same down there without you watching us jam.
Dean: I-I can't. My dad's making me practice more. I, um, lost first chair in band.
Washboard: Well, he's kinda right. You won't get good without practice, practice, and more practice.
Dean: Is that how you got so good at the piano?
Washboard: Nah. Music always came real easy to me. Just took to it. Sorry. But, hey, don't feel bad. Nothing wrong with second chair.
Dean: Fourth.
Washboard: What?!
Dean: Yeah, uh, today, I got bumped to fourth chair, and I haven't told my dad yet.
Washboard: [sighs] Damn! I'm going to miss you, Dean. Sorry, again. But you know something? Your old man might just surprise you. I bet he'll actually respect you for being honest about what happened. And trust me on this... Your dad ain't all that scary.
Bill: [o.s.] Washboard, get down here!
Dean: Mm. [groans] Coming!