Martin: Here you go. Hey, no offense, but your teeth look like hell. I gotta tell you, the rest of you's not looking that much better either. Do you want me to give you a little rubdown, huh? Ah, that takes me back. Of course, your coat was a lot shinier in those days. Hell, so was mine. We were something, weren't we Agides, huh? Riding crowd control. People'd just step aside to let us pass. Now, they're putting you out to pasture and I'm riding the buses. It's fun getting old, isn't it?