One Thousand Sixty Nine Days

me1:	She's watching World According to Garp.
me2:	Didn't we agree to wait until we were 40 for Irving?
me1:	No shit, right?
me 2:	Do movies count?
me1:	Garp fucking counts.
me2:	But we watched Garp at least a hundred times when we were a kid.
me1:	And we never got it, right? Right?
me2:	We got some parts.
me1:	Fuck you.
me1:	It's a rule: Respect our youth.
me 2:	I hear Irving's pretty good. We might get it?
me1:	Fuck you, ass. We won't get it. Remember how we refused to drink red wine until we were 29? That worked out just fine for us, right? Right?
me2:	Boone's is red.
me1:	fuck. you.
me2:	I'm just saying and, all due respect to the rule, you're getting close to your determined threshold of understanding Irving. And, she's closer.
me1:	I do like 'em older and smarter.
me2:	And more successful, and better looking...
me1:	Do you ever shut up? Really?