The Four Seasons1981

Danny:
Let me tell you something, Jack: I'm ten years older than you, right?

Jack:
Yeah.

Danny:
Alright, I just hope that when you get to be my age, you don't smell the foul breath of death and disintegration hanging over your shoulder the way I find it hanging over mine. I mean, I go to sleep at night on an ache so bad that it simply will not go away. I wake up in the middle of the night sweating, hearing my own bones decay. I have shifted into a state of entropy that's progressing geometrically.

Jack:
Entropy. Geometrically. Danny, you talk like a bad textbook.

Danny:
You think that because I'm quirky I don't hurt? You've got it backwards. I'm quirky because I hurt.