Veronica: I don't wanna get old.
Argyle: It's gonna happen sooner or later, baby.
Veronica: Yeah, but will you still love me when I'm old and wrinkly?
Argyle: Of course I will... How wrinkly we talkin'?
Veronica: Like a raisin. And I might start to sag. And if I fall and need a hip replacement, then you'll have to wheel me around in a wheelchair. So how 'bout it? If I became an old, wrinkly, sagging raisin, with a plastic hip that needed to be pushed around in a wheelchair, would you still love me?
Argyle: Of course I will, baby. I'd love you just like my granny.
