Twenty one sixty five?! [Richie gives a whistle, pushing the flop of hair off his forehead as he works out the math.] Shit, that's too damn far! I'd be...god, two hundred and some? Dust, basically. Old bones you could dig up for a museum. Not that I'm far off as it is.

[She looks younger than she really is, and so does he in turn. Not that either is privy to the knowledge. He laughs as he sets his hands on his hips.] I'm a nineteen-eighty-fiver. You got questions, I got answers, but I'm damn curious to know what's happened to you that all the history's gone.

[Though the Greeks survived. How about that?]