[fantasy:]
Diane: Tea time, dear.
Sam: I've had a great life. My grandson's a 25-game winner with the Red Sox. Got the prettiest wife in town. And I can still fire off the old booster rockets now and again.
Diane: And don't forget your pinochle's coming along quite well.
Sam: Yes, yes. You know, now that I got the hang of it, I kind of like that game. Who called there a minute ago?
Diane: That was your granddaughter, Samantha. She said to tell her gramps that she has a new boyfriend.
Sam: Uh-oh. What's he like?
Diane: Well, he sounds like a fine young man. She said he has his doctorate in laser beam demolecularization.
Sam: There's only one thing that kept me from going into that myself. I don't have the brains of a turnip.