Lillian: Put those in the trunk, son. We'll be right out.
Big Jim: Look like next time, we'll have some body work to do on the car, thanks to Dean.
Bill: Goes to show how good a job we did on that transmission... A 12-year-old could drive it. [both laugh]

Lillian: [on the phone] Yes, Mama, I just wanted to let you know we got home safe. I know. I miss you already, too.
Adult Dean: I never understood how Mama and Grandma would be so mean to each other, then cry about how they'd miss each other so much.
Lillian: And, no, I'm not trying to waste up all your electricity. I'mma hang up now. Love you. [hangs up] [sighs] Kim, that is not how you slice a tomato! Cut against the core... [off Kim's look] You know what? Nothing wrong with your way. You just keep on being you. [hugs Kim]
Kim: Um... okay.

Dean: Those don't look like chickens we buy from the store.
Lillian: It isn't. They're from the farm.
Dean: Wh... Lucy and Peggy?! They were my friends.
[Dean grabs the wrapped chickens and walks out of the kitchen]
Lillian: Better not tell him he gon' be eating Melvin in two years. [Kim laughs]