Nate: "The idea of forty more years."
Dead Father: "The next forty years will fly by; it will be over before you know it."
Nate: Time flies when you are having fun, Huh?"
Dad: "No, time flies when you are pretending to have fun. Times flies when you are pretending to know what people mean when they say, "love.". Let's face it, buddy boy. There are two kinds of people in the world. There is you and everybody else. And never the twain shall meet."
Hey, don't pretend to know for sure what this means, but it is intriguing.
AND NOW I WILL DANCE FROM MY CHAIR