[fantasy:]
Old Carlton: [grunts]
Old Will: Damn, still alive.
Old Carlton: You know what keeps me going? The thought of dancing on your grave.
Old Will: Dance on my grave, will you? Damn.
Nurse: Come, Mr. Smith. It's time for your sponge bath.
Old Will: Oh, hey, good thing too, because I'm feeling dirty. Ha-ha-ha. Tootsie roll.
Old Carlton: Oh. Oh, my leg. My leg.
Old Will: Aw. Come on, girl, you gonna fall for that? What about my sponge bath? I'll let you shave me. Ha-ha-ha.
Nurse: Let me take care of Mr. Banks first.
Old Will: Oh. I get it. First you steal my girl and now you're gonna steal my nurse. You old prune. I ought to knock your teeth out.
Old Carlton: Go ahead, they're in the glass next to my bed.