Lillian: Dean, didn't you mention something about a dance at your school?
Dean: Uh, well, I, uh...
Bill: Haven't I seen you practicing your Hully Gully in the mirror? He's a bad man on the dance floor.
Kim: Sweepin' or moppin'? [laughs]

Kim: Let's go. I am so incredibly sorry for what they put you through today. I assure you, they'll get a thorough talking-to when we go home. Come on, let's go.
Clerk: Whoa. I c- I can't let two kids go with another kid. They can either wait for their parents or the police.
Kim: Sir, I really appreciate your concern, but our parents will be working late. I can save you the trouble.
Clerk: They'll just have to wait, then.
Adult Dean: As Kim fought to get us out, it became clear to me that, in a way, she felt responsible for what had happened. When this started, it was just a line on a college résumé. But now she realized she was in over her head, and it was her job to make this right.
Kim: [sobbing] This is all my fault. I was responsible for them today, and I wasn't paying enough attention. And now look at them. They're felons. [sobbing] Our parents work so hard to keep us out of trouble, and they were relying on me to be a good big sister. But instead, I disappointed everyone. [sobbing]
Adult Dean: Now I had seen enough of Kim's fake tears to know what she was doing, but everyone else seemed to be buying it, so I was fine just shutting up and nodding along.
Kim: I'll be happy to pay for what they took. [sniffles]
Clerk: Fine. But y'all are never allowed back in this store again. You hear me?
Kim: Thank you for understanding, sir.

Kim: I'm going to Brenda's for a sleepover. 'Cause it's her birthday. We're gonna stay up late, listen to records, talk about boys, boys, boys. [chuckles]
Dean: Wasn't Brenda's birthday months ago? Isn't that why she's always wearing that Sagittarius necklace?
Bill: Kim, we already figured you and Brenda are going to that rally at the student union tonight.
Kim: Rally? Student union?
Bill: You know I work at the college. I've gotten at least nine fliers about it already.
Kim: Well...
Bill: Just call us when you get back to Brenda's so we know we don't have to post bail money.

Kim: Probably won't have enough money for a new dress anyway. I barely make any tips at work.
Bill: You do realize that tips are based on good service, right?
Kim: Yes, Daddy. I was hired to make their new Black customers feel comfortable, but there aren't enough of them, so I've been inviting my friends to come by so they can tell people that it's cool to eat there.
Bill: If you need more customers, we're available. Want to go tonight, Lil?
Lillian: Sounds like a good idea. Stew's better on the second day, anyway.
Bill: [chuckles] Hope your plan works and you get more tips. You know, a lot of money gets taken out of that paycheck.
Kim: [laughs] I know about taxes, Daddy.
Bill: I'm talking about what I take out. Everybody in this house with a job chips in for bills. [chuckles]
Kim: [scoffs] Only you could find a way to charge me for earning my own money.

Wendy: He's changed, and he's putting on his P.J.s. Dinner's in the oven and should be ready in a few minutes.
Kim: Cool.
Wendy: Thank you so much for babysitting. These extra night shifts really help me out. I'll see you later. Bye, Dean. [exits]
Dean: [sighs] I don't know why I'm here. Mama's cooking is way better than Wendy's. And she doesn't even have a color TV.
Kim: This is what you get for lying to our parents about how you were "learning responsibility" from watching me work.
Dean: Fine, I-I'll watch.
Kim: No. This time, you'll learn from experience. You can start by setting the table and getting dinner out of the oven. Chad and I are hungry. He likes his chicken strips with extra ketchup, and I like mine crispy. We'll need two waters and extra napkins. Make it snappy, sweetheart. [snaps fingers] [Dean sighs] [Kim laughs] Ah.

Bruce: Hey, Dean, ready to go to the park and practice your swing?
Dean: Yes, I am. I want you to teach me how to hit a home run.
Kim: You can't teach "be somebody else." [chuckles]

Lillian: Bruce asked Tammy to marry him?
Dean: He had a ring and everything. He was down on one knee.
Kim: I hate to be the one to say it...
Bill: Then don't.
Kim: Fine. [whispers] I told you so.

Lillian: I mean, I'm the one who decided to wear the dress in the first place, so might not be so bad to wear it again.
Bill: I still don't like some man telling my wife what to wear.
Kim: I know that's right.
Lillian: How is this any different from you showing me off in front of your old Army buddies?
Kim: Mm, I know that's right.
Bill: Will you pick a side? Otherwise, keep your mouth shut.
Kim: It is sexist for you or them to tell her to dress a certain way.
Dean: What about when Mom tells you not to wear those skimpy outfits to parties?
Kim: I'm not dressing for boys. I'm dressing for myself. Those are the clothes that make me feel good.
Bill: Yeah, I'll believe that argument when you go to a party with no boys.

Kim: Bruce, would it be okay if I hosted - not a party - but a "literary salon" Saturday night? I met some new kids who get together to read poetry and discuss current events. I'm worried they think I'm all show and no go.
Bruce: Fine.
Kim: Yes!
Bruce: As long as there's just a few, and you don't tell Mom and Dad if I duck out to Tammy's for a minute.
Dean: You know, I think I'll have a salon, too.
Kim: Oh, hell no.
Dean: Fine. If I can't invite my friends, then I'll just have to hang out with Kim and hers.
Kim: [sucks teeth] He can have his little dork buddies over, too.
Bruce: So we got a deal?
Adult Dean: Nothing sealed the deal between the three of us like the threat of mutually assured destruction. That's why, to this day, no one knows what's buried underneath that tree in the backyard.

Bill: I came up with a solution that'll make us both happy.
Lillian: Okay. Let's hear it.
Bill: You'll spend the summer going back and forth to Birmingham, like you planned. I'll spend the summer in New York, and... Dean's coming with me.
Dean: Wait, what?
Kim: Why does Dean get to go to New York? I'm the one who looks like this.
Lillian: Y'all hush.