— When the heck did we get old?
— Hell, I've always been old, Ben. You know what, though? I don't mind. I mean, if my muscles ache, it's 'cause I've used them. If it's hard for me
to walk up them steps now, it's 'cause I walked up them every night to lay next to a man who loved me. I got a few wrinkles here and there but I've laid under thousands of skies on sunny days, yeah. I look and feel this way, well, 'cause I drank and I smoked, I lived and I loved,
and danced, sang, sweat and screwed my way through a pretty damned good life, if you ask me. Getting old ain't bad, Ben. Getting old, that's earned.