[The greaser's got a weird expression. His hair is drooping.] Hey, buck up. There's still plenty of sock hops an' motorcycles an' shit in the world.

[Yeah, Blake's getting old, all right. He'd been busy and forgotten all about that. Maybe it only happened when you weren't looking.]

No, like a mailman. Of course like a horse.

You can only pull a plow for so long, you know? You get tired.