Bill: Guess what. Your mother caught us dinner. Since you took Dean with you, I decided to take your mother fishing with me.
Lillian: You know, I had never gone fishing with your father in all these years. It felt so peaceful. Like everything was normal. [laughs]
Adult Dean: It was good to see them laughing again. I guess Mama needed Daddy's fishing trip as much as I did. Hope you're hungry.
[Bill, Kim and Dean laugh when Lillian lifts the pan lid to reveal a tiny fish cooking on top of the rice]
Lillian: What? I am very proud of this catch.
Dean: Aren't you supposed to use that to catch bigger fish?
Kim: It ain't nothing but eyes and a tail.
Bill: Stop it, you two. Mind your manners.
Lillian: Hmm!
Bill: Now, Kim, go get the tiny plates from your dollhouse so we can eat this thing. [laughter]

Adult Dean: Mama and Daddy thought Kim's boyfriend was a bad influence. I think that's why she liked him.
Lillian: Our house, our rules. If there were ever a time for us to be eating dinner together, it's now.
Kim: [sighs] That's your solution for everything... let's eat together. Ugh. I just lost my appetite.
Adult Dean: The way I saw it, we should have just been happy somebody liked her back.
Dean: [picks up phone] Hey, Kwame? You might want to call back. No, I'm thinking next year. You're very welcome.

Adult Dean: After a weekend full of heartache over Keisa and marches and riots on the news, I actually looked forward to the mundane normalcy of school. [all the White kids are staring at Dean] Yep, it'd been like this ever since I stepped off the bus.
Mrs. Anderson: Okay, class, pay attention. Here are last Friday's quiz scores.
Adult Dean: A "C"? My GPA was being assassinated! And before you say anything, that's a great metaphor. And the quiz was on metaphors, so how'd I get a "C"?
[flashback to Dean sobbing at his desk and ripping up his home work set to "The Tracks of My Tears"]
Adult Dean: Oh, right. It was the night I saw my former friends, Cory and Keisa, kiss.

Adult Dean: Any guilt I was feeling about what I was doing was gone by the time I got home. Hey, I was dealing with grief in my own way. So was my sister.
Lillian: You're not going anywhere tonight, young lady.
Adult Dean: And Mama.
Lillian: I made dinner. And we're going to eat tonight together as a family.
Adult Dean: Her five stages of grief came with five pounds of bacon grease.
Lillian: [timer dings] Oh! The other chicken is ready.
Bill: [to the kids] Be cool.

Adult Dean: Seeing Cory and Keisa kissing was still eating me up inside, and now, because of my own big mouth, they'd be working on a project together... alone.
Bill: Still upset, huh?
Dean: What?
Bill: You know, like you were at church.
Dean: Yeah, uh, Dr. King's dead, and I'm really sad. Uh, see you at dinner.
Bill: Hold up. Uh... you want to talk about anything?
Dean: No.
Bill: Hop in. Let's go fishing.
Adult Dean: It was an unwritten rule that my dad's weekday fishing trips were a solo activity. Hell, Mama covered up being in labor so as not to interrupt one of them. I had no choice but to go with him.
Dean: [sighs] Okay. Let's go.

Mrs. Hodges: Cory, Keisa?
Keisa: [reads from card] Dr. King was very young, a-a very young minister, when he heard about this man in India. The man was named G-Gandhi.
Cory: [reads from card] G-Gandhi used nonviolence to bring about change in his country... [looks at card] of India, which Reverend King... [looks at card again] used in the Civil Rights Movement in America. [looks at card again] Gandhi was from India.
Adult Dean: They were bombing. The world was starting to make sense again. [applause]
Mrs. Hodges: A's all around.
Adult Dean: What?! Are you kidding me?!
Mrs. Hodges: [school bell rings] Class dismissed.
Adult Dean: But my report was better. Oh, now we get equality?

Dean: Why are we here?
Kim: I wanted you to see that some brothers and sisters are actually doing something to honor Dr. King.
Dean: Do I need money? I have 50 cents in my sock.
Kwame: Ah, there she is. Yeah, come here real quick. [kisses Kim]
Dean: Hi!
Kwame: You sure he can hang?
Kim: He's hipper than you think.
Adult Dean: Sure was. I lied before. I actually had 75 cents in my sock. [laughing] I ain't no sucker.

Dean: Thanks for taking me to get ice cream.
Kim: Thanks for paying.
Adult Dean: Never tell people you got sock money if you want to keep it.

Dean: Didn't mean to make you guys fight.
Kim: That fight was a long time coming. He's more into making noise, and I'm more into making change.
Dean: Oh. You gonna be okay?
Kim: Nothing a Smokey Robinson 45 can't fix. [both laugh]
Dean: But you really liked him. You fought with Mom about him all the time.
Kim: I thought he was worth fighting for. Some boys are. But not ones who say "liberry" instead of "library." Don't you dare tell Mama I admitted to that.
Dean: I won't.

Adult Dean: Yep, just two guys fishing, content not to have all the answers.
Cory: Dean, this is boring.
Dean: I know. For some reason, it just seems to work when my dad does it.
Adult Dean: Daddy didn't tell me that you can't force moments like the one we had earlier. Unfortunately, he also didn't tell me that he didn't technically have permission to fish on Old Man Seagram's lake.
Old Man Seagram: [o.s.] Hey! What are you kids doing here?!
Dean: Run!
Old Man Seagram: [o.s.] I'll skin your teeth! Gladys! It's those Williamses again! First the pappy, then the mama. Now the egg-head son's trespassing... ...with some other boy that looks high! Get my rock salt!