Schmidt: So, when he said, "It's just going to be a bunch of young people," well, he must have meant, "You," meaning me, fellow young person, "You'll feel right at home. And you two walking corpses, stay away."
Nick: You're six months younger than me, Schmidt.
Winston: You're a corpse for sure.
Schmidt: Behold. This actuarial table stops at age 99. But if you track my current trajectory, I'm clearly gonna live till I'm 123 years old, so... Hello, robot sex.