Still Mine

Craig Morrison:
Age is an abstraction, not a straitjacket.

[first lines]

Craig Morrison:
Mr. Morrison, you are here because you are in contempt of court.

Irene Morrison:
When I was young, I looked at old people and thought, if you live long enough you've probably had time to figure out dying. But I'm no closer now to the great mystery than when I was 10.

Craig Morrison:
You see that as a problem, do ya?

Irene Morrison:
We'll find out, soon enough.

Ruth:
How did the checkup go?

Craig Morrison:
Clean bill of health for both of us.

Ruth:
Really? The doctor didn't say anything about her memory?

Craig Morrison:
I forgot to ask him.

Craig Morrison:
Say, how's that chest cold of yours? Sure you don't need me to work the backhoe?

John:
It's walking pneumonia, dad.

Craig Morrison:
Where I come from, if you can walk, it's not pneumonia.

John:
I the rest of us could rely on strength and character instead of Universal Health Care, the world would be a better place.

Craig Morrison:
I could use a good man with a tape measure, if you think you're up to it.

Gavin:
It depends.

Craig Morrison:
On what?

Gavin:
Is this a paying job?

Craig Morrison:
Depends.

Gavin:
On what?

Craig Morrison:
If you're any good or not.

Craig Morrison:
Remember when we met?

Irene Morrison:
Yes, of course. You were drunk.

Craig Morrison:
No, I wasn't drunk. Tipsy.

Irene Morrison:
You threw up on my sister, Jeret.

Craig Morrison:
I ate something that didn't agree with me.

Irene Morrison:
A glass of whiskey is what you ate.

Craig Morrison:
You know, I would have been way ahead of the game if I'd just gone ahead and built the house without ever asking for a permit.

John:
Yeah, and I have been much happier if I'd just stuck you in an old folks home.

Craig Morrison:
That's funny, I was just about to propose the same thing to you. I could check into some options if you don't mind.

John:
Yeah, let's go in together. Get a group rate.

[last lines]

Irene Morrison:
Look at this hair. How long since your last haircut?

Craig Morrison:
It's been a while. It's been a while.

Ttitle Card:
Craig celebrated his ninety-first Christmas in his new house.

Ttitle Card:
Irene was by his side.