Dean: I'm a genius.
Cory: You haven't said that in three days. I was starting to worry.
Dean: I got Broderick's yearbook first, so now I'm just gonna sign "Love, Dean" in it. Then it'll feel the same as how I wrote in Keisa's. Problem solved.
Cory: You know what? In that ridiculous little third-wheel relationship you got going on, that actually makes sense.
Adult Dean: Not only was I solving my problem, I also found myself putting in words how much my friendship with Broderick actually meant to me. I mean, it wasn't at "Me and Cory" level, but he'd definitely jumped to the top of my "If Anything Happens to Cory" list.
Dean: "Love, Dean." My best work yet.