Bill: Well, come on, now. I'm a little rusty.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, if the pox don't kill us, this chili sure will.

[As Lillian delivers a casserole to the house, she has scarf tied around her face covering her nose and mouth]
Lillian: Now, preheat the oven to and put it in for minutes.
Adult Dean: This was before N95s, people.

Dean: Hey, Cory!
Bill: [chuckles] Good to see you, Cliff.
Cory: Sorry, Dean. Mrs. Fry made me bring you your homework. I tried telling her you were on death's door and that you wouldn't need any algebra in heaven, but she wasn't buying it.
Dean: It's okay. At least you tried.
Adult Dean: I pretended to be mad, but secretly, I was missing that sweet, sweet arithmetic.

Coach Long: I get to sit on the good couch? You must really be desperate.
Bill: [chuckles] You hungry? Thirsty? Can I pour you a scotch?
Coach Long: It's 4:00 in the afternoon, Bill.
Granddaddy Clisby: Boy, boy, you're a sight for sore eyes.
Coach Long: Uh, I see being all cooped up in here hasn't, uh, affected you guys at all.
Granddaddy Clisby: So, what'd I miss at the barbershop, huh? Did Hal patch up with Ida?
Coach Long: Oh, you ain't gonna believe this.
Granddaddy Clisby: Okay.

Bill: So, what's Lester gonna do with his settlement check?
Coach Long: What you think he gonna do with it?
Granddaddy Clisby: Not make Jesus proud, that's for damn sure. [laughter]
Bill: Right there!
Coach Long: And then he gonna try to tell me that he got Eartha Kitt's phone number.

Dean: Want to know what'd be a good idea? If the three of us play cards together. You could even teach me poker.
Granddaddy Clisby: You don't know how to play poker? Well, you ought to know by now. [stammers] How old are you? 7?
Dean: I'm 12.
Bill: You're not gonna teach my son how to gamble. Besides, he doesn't have any money.
Granddaddy Clisby: Yeah, he does.
Dean: Yeah, I do.
Bill: You know what? If it'll help us pass the time, let's do it. Just don't tell your mother.

Bill: Well, maybe we should just call it a night, then.
Dean: No, we have to keep playing!
Bill: Why is this so important to you, Dean?
Dean: Because you, Granddaddy, and Bruce have all these things in common. You go hunting and fishing and do all these manly things, and I don't get to do any of it. I-I just want to be a part of the Williams men... for once.
Bill: Dean, that's crazy talk. You'll always be a Williams man. [looks at his father] For better or worse.

Bill: Dean! Can you hear me?
Dean: All right, you doughboys, it's time to go over the top and lick those Germans.
Bill: He's delirious and talking crazy. We need to go now.

Lillian: Oh, God, my baby.
Dean: I-I'm okay, Mom.
Kim: You're gonna live, right?
Adult Dean: Kim was being nice to me? Dang. I must've been sicker than I thought.

Adult Dean: I had set out to create a bonding experience with the men of my family, and it quickly became a disastrous week of chicken pox, goose grease, and bloodletting. But what I didn't realize was that you can't force these kinds of things... You just got to let them happen on their own. Turns out the moments you don't plan for are the ones that make the best memories.