[fantasy:]
Old Vy: Baby, why ain't you got on that leisure suit I laid out for you?
Old Will: Because I'm a 72-year-old man still living with his mother. And I'm tired of it, Mom. I mean, I want to get married. And I want to have some kids. And I don't want nobody telling me what to wear.
Old Vy: I'm sorry. You the man, you the man. About time I start treating you like one.
Old Will: You've got that right. Can I have $10 to go to the movies?
Old Vy: Sure, baby. Here you go.
Old Will: Another dollar for some Gummy Bears.
Old Vy: You taking anybody special?
Old Will: Harriet Jenkins.
Old Vy: Mmm. You're spending my social security on Harriet Jenkins.
Old Will: Look, Mama, I'm going to tell you, if you mess this date up for me, I'm moving out of here.