Tim: Harry and I go way back. He's an ex-Marine. He's in great shape. I played high school football with this guy.
Jill: I thought you were the team towel boy.
Tim: I'm trying to make a point here. I gotta eat better. The doctor said 40-year-old men should take better care of themselves. He called me middle-aged.
Jill: Tim, you are not middle-aged. You're barely 40, and, as I recall this morning, you were 20.
Tim: And look how time flies. I wake up 20, by noon I'm 40. At dinner I'm dead.
Jill: By tomorrow morning I'll be remarried.