“I think you’ve posted this picture before.”
I think so, too, but it’s your birthday and you look so handsome.
You could totally play the patriarch of the family on one of those teevee shows about diverse, multi-generational clans.
“And my daughter’s a drug addict, so me and Jill are raising the baby?”
Yeah, they do that bit on all those shows.
“Eh. You know how much work shooting a television show is?”
True. So: happy birthday, buddy.
“We’re not buddies, but thank you.”
“Holy shit, right?”
It’s not a small number. Can I ask you a question?
“If it’s not stupid.”
How long does a Grateful Dead version of Happy Birthday run for?
“I told you not to be stupid.”
Ever been a How Old Are You Now jam in the middle?
Happy birthday, Phil.