Kim: Okay, Granddaddy. Next stop is the hardware store.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, you're going the wrong way. I'm going to Mercer's down there on Dexter.
Cory: Dean, that's the opposite way of the mall.
Dean: Yeah, Cory's right. We're gonna miss all the fun.
Kim: Why that one? Aren't all wrenches the same?
Granddaddy Clisby: Oh, young lady, all you need to know about tools is which one to pass your husband when he's fixing the sink. [Kim sighs] The stores on this side of town don't like us, so take me to a store where there's Negro clerks that don't follow me around and ask me for my money just so they can be sure I can pay.
Kim: Okay, but we have to stop at the grocery store and the dry cleaner before we get there. [Granddaddy Clisby groans]
Dean: No! Everybody's waiting for us at the mall. If we make all those stops, they'll be gone by the time we get there.
Granddaddy Clisby: If Mercer's sell out of those new soldering irons, I'm going to get mean, and you guys don't want to see that!

Keisa: I'd love to see that.
Dean: Yeah, me too. But my dad doesn't let me see R-rated movies.
Granddaddy Clisby: Your dad said that? Well, I'm in charge, and, uh, I got money. I can get you in.
Dean: Really? All of us?
Granddaddy Clisby: Yeah. [removes wad of cash] [all gasp] You think this is enough?
Dean: Yeah!
Adult Dean: Whenever I looked at the roll of cash he carried, I thought Granddaddy Clisby was rich. I didn't realize back then, it was hard for him to get a bank account. One good gust of wind, and he'd be off to the poorhouse.

Granddaddy Clisby: So, that's who you're courting now?
Dean: What? Oh, no. I have a girlfriend. She just left. [chuckles] The one with the cotton candy.
Granddaddy Clisby: Boy, if The Blind Boys of Alabama were standing here, they'd be singing songs about how you're looking at that girl.
Dean: Keisa's just my friend.
Granddaddy Clisby: Ah, well, whatever you say. But it was a smart thing for you to pick a scary movie. Yeah, she might get frightened and let you put your arm around her. I like that.
Adult Dean: Smart? Wow. That was the nicest thing Granddaddy Clisby had ever said to me. Maybe he was softening up.

Kim: Sorry I'm late. I ran into a boy from school who worked at the shoe store. He invited me to a party, so I'm gonna have to take you to the barbershop tomorrow. Sorry.
Granddaddy Clisby: [to Dean] Listen, if the Devil is looking to pick a bride, I got a suggestion. [both laugh]

Dean: We're stopping again?
Granddaddy Clisby: I'll take a pee break every 15 minutes if I want to. It's one of the perks of getting old, and you can't take that from me.

Bill: Dad, you got to take this seriously. Chicken pox at your age can be really dangerous.
Lillian: Mm-hmm, and I'm not letting you go home to infect Mother Williams. Lord knows she's suffered enough.
Granddaddy Clisby: Fine, fine. But I'm not gonna be happy about it.
Lillian: Dinner's on the stove.
Bill: But it's just boiling water.
Lillian: Oh, you'll have to finish it yourselves. Love you, baby. Take care. Bye.
Adult Dean: Maybe I was gonna get that bonding experience after all.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, I take dinner at 5:00, and, uh, after that, one of you gonna have to run my bath water.
Bill: [to Dean] You're sleeping outside.

Bill: I'm not gonna sugarcoat this. It's gonna be hard, real hard.
Dean: Are you kidding me? This is gonna be so great! We can finally hang out like we planned... Maybe play some cards, swap some stories. Just three generations of us Williams men.
Granddaddy Clisby: It's gonna be two generations if you don't stop yapping.
Bill: How about you don't threaten my son?
Granddaddy Clisby: I was talking about myself.

Bill: Dean, you do your regular chores. And stop scratching. That's how it spreads. So, what chores are you actually gonna do, Dad?
Granddaddy Clisby: Oh, I don't do chores. Never did. See, my mama did them for me until I was 16, and then my wife took over after that.
Bill: Guess what, Dad? It's the '60s. Men have evolved since your generation. We're not helpless around the house anymore.
Adult Dean: Mm-hmm. This is the same man who didn't meet any of his kids until the day after they were born.
Granddaddy Clisby: Well, I'm old and feeble. Ain't that what you're always telling me? This pox just might take me down.
Bill: I see. So now that there's chores on the table, you're taking this seriously.
Granddaddy Clisby: Yeah.
Bill: You're doing the dishes, Dad.

Adult Dean: By day four, we had all fallen into a routine.
Bill: I was reading that.
Granddaddy Clisby: I know.
Adult Dean: But Dad and Granddad were still getting on each other's nerves, which meant there was zero bonding going on.
Bill: And stop scratching, Dad. Just use the cream Lillian brought.
Granddaddy Clisby: I ain't studdin' them quacks down there at the pharmacy. Goose grease works just fine.
Bill: The only thing that goose grease is doing is making my house smell like a barnyard.
Granddaddy Clisby: Listen, if you don't want me here, I'll be happy to leave. In fact, I'm tired of you always trying to tell me what to do, trying to domesticate me. [doorbell rings]
Dean: How many goose guys ya got?

Lillian: You know what? Bill hasn't seen a doctor in years. Maybe you should do it, too.
Bill: Uh, sure, I'll... I'll get my blood drawn... from my body.
Dean: You, too, Daddy?
Doctor: Now, who wants to go first?
Granddaddy Clisby: Now, now, now, if it's... If- If it's about me, um, I want a Black doctor, but no offense.
Kim: Please. Offense intended.
Lillian: Mm-hmm.