Young Ron Howard:
Hi.
Ron Howard:
Um, hi.
Young Ron Howard:
Do you want my autograph or something?
Ron Howard:
Uh, sure. Uh, here, sign my, uh...
Young Ron Howard:
I can sign your baldness.
Ron Howard:
[sighs] Yeah, why not? Not gonna be using it much longer, anyway.
Young Ron Howard:
What's your name?
Ron Howard:
Ron -- Uh, ee -- Er, ald.
Young Ron Howard:
Ronnyald?
Ron Howard:
Ronald. Ronald.
[Young Ron Howard signs Ronald on Old Ron Howard's bald head]
Young Ron Howard:
Oh, that's kind of like my name, only older and uglier.
Ron Howard:
Yeah, well I gotta live with it.
Young Ron Howard:
Yeah, 'cause it's on your baldness.
Ron Howard:
Thanks.
Albert Einstein:
Do we bash his head in now?
Ron Howard:
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Albert Einstein:
I really wanted to now.
Young Ron Howard:
Hey, what's going on?
Ron Howard:
Nothing. You wouldn't get it. It's, uh, it's grown up junk.
Young Ron Howard:
[raised eyebrow]
Ron Howard:
[sighs] Okay, I'm you from the future, and we were talking about killing you and putting my old brain into your little body.
Young Ron Howard:
NEAT!
Ron Howard:
No, it's not neat. You'd be dead, and that would stink. So I'm getting the teenaged me instead. See you later.
Young Ron Howard:
Can I come along?
Ron Howard:
No, you can't come along. This is none of your business.
Young Ron Howard:
Sure, it's my business. It might be the younger you that you're doing this to, but it's still the older me. That's my future you're toying with, buddy.
Albert Einstein:
[to Adult Ron] He's not so wrong.
