Mitchell: I've never told anyone this, but, uh, a fortune teller once predicted that I would not live to see my 46th winter.
Jay: Was that that kook that used to live next door to us? She's nuts. She told your mother she was gonna win a Tony one day.
Mitchell: But she was right about a lot of other things. She said that I'd become a lawyer. She said that I would marry a clown one day. Laughed a long time about that one.
Cameron: Why?
Mitchell: Anyway, I-I guess my "bear" is the fear of dying young. Uh, I mean, if that fortune teller's right, I only have three more years to live.
Cameron: Well, y-you know what? The way I see it, this little curse is actually a gift... a reason to live life to the fullest.
Jay: And have no regrets.
Mitchell: Okay, so we're all just accepting this 46-year thing as true?
Phil: We've made our peace with it. And so should you.