Jill: I'm sorry this evening didn't work out the way you expected.
Tim: Well, I don't know what I expected. You know, I'm not 21 years old anymore.
Jill: I bet it was fun to pretend you were for a couple weeks. Did you ever envision yourself in the future, married in the suburbs with three kids?
Tim: No. I figured I'd spend the rest of my life driving around in my van, listening to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida on an 8-track.
Jill: I guess it's not so bad to be 40 instead of 20. It feels good to be settled down, have some roots, even though they're getting gray.
Tim: To have a job, some money in the bank. That's good. We don't have to worry about getting lucky on New Year's Eve.
Jill: We just have to worry about staying awake on New Year's Eve.