Holling: Chris, do you ever think anything about me and, uh, Shelly?
Chris: You’re some of my favorite people, Holling. You know that.
Holling: No, not that. I mean about the difference in our ages.
Chris: You mean, like, uh, you’re old enough to be her grandfather?
Holling: Yeah. You ever think about that?
Chris: No.
Holling: I’m 63 years old, Chris, way more than 40 years older than Shelly, and what with the longevity of the males in my family, I never really gave it much consideration as far as a problem.
Chris: Problem? Unless fate intervenes, you’re gonna be keeping Shelly company a good long time.
Holling: Yeah. It’s just that… lately I’ve been seeing Shelly in a different light. And, uh, to tell you the truth, I’ve started to wonder…if there isn’t something unseemly about our love.
Chris: I don’t think it’s unseemly, Holling.
Holling: No? Really, Chris? You don’t?
Chris: No, I don’t. I mean, personally, I don’t believe in chronological age for one thing, Holling, and for another, Shelly could have an old soul, and you could have a young soul. In fact, she could be much older than you. You know, history’s crawling with May-December romances. Strom Thurmond. Guy’s a U.S. senator. Uh, Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas. Charlie Chaplin, Fred Astaire, uh, Jerry Lee Lewis.
Holling: The Nutty Professor.
Chris: No, Jerry Lee Lewis. “Great Balls of Fire”?
Holling: Oh, yeah. You mean- (mimics playing piano)
Chris: Right.
Holling: - Yeah.