[Ahem. He clears his throat to elaborate.]

I tried a patch in the back the first week and waited then fixed up some last week. ...so three weeks.

[Don't look too close. Oh fuck. While Larry is a grown man the clearly inspecting candy apple eyes make him feel like he's growing smaller.]

I'm forty three years old, Freddy. I didn't plan on living this long.

[He cracks a sheepish smile trying to take away the dead serious subject matter.]