N: Christ we’re old.
K: You maybe. Not me.
N: Old people send Christmas cards.
K: They’re ‘holiday’ cards.
N: Oh bullshit.
K: What do you want? We can’t send everyone presents.
N: Well, no...
K: ‘Cuz we’re poor.
N: And old.
K: That’s not--
N: Old!
K: I'll just sign your name for you...
N: I'll be in my recliner, bitching about social security.
K: Maybe i'll just sign my name.
N: But. But... no.
K: "Love, Katie."
N: But, they're from me too.
K: Not if you don't sign ‘em. Now hand me a stamp.
N: (pause, thinks) I love you?
K: I love you.
N: Yay!
K: (laughs) Just sign this.
N: Can I sign it “The Old farts”?
K: No you cannot. Sign “The Grays”—
N: Oh my god, we are so old.
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