— She was my wife. Twelve years.
— You have any kids?
— No, we didn't have any kids, thank God. But I always wanted kids. A bunch of them.
— Really? There's still time. What? Come on. How old are you? Well, what do...
— How old do you think I am?
— Hmm. Let me think.
— Guess.
— Forty-five. Forty-eight? Fifty. You fifty? You still look good.
— I still am good.