It's sad, you know? That one's not true, but a lot of stuff like that is. You get old before you know what's happening, and suddenly there's ladies wearing dresses made out of meat and you're not supposed to call anybody shemales anymore.

[His eyes have drifted off to the middle distance. The clouds are real close. One drags down slowly toward his hand.] And there's somebody better than you coming up.

1992, huh. I remember then. You must be one of those throwbacks.