Chris: Gayle, I hope you're not in any way uncomfortable that I'm here, since I dated your daughter.
Gayle: Oh, not at all. You're welcome here any time. Oops, there's a little hair on your shoulder. Oh. Well, look who's a silver fox.
Chris: [laughs] Will you look at that?
Ben: I'm sorry, you're okay? You don't feel like your body is in decay or death is inevitable?
Gayle: My, my. Somebody's being a gloomy goose.
Chris: Yeah. Relax, gloomy goose.