[The man likes what the man likes. Thank God that it's Larry Dimick. It's his turn to pull back and tilt his head to one side.]

Well sure, what kind of a movie would you wanna see?

[A date. Dressing up a little, maybe holding hands in the dark.]

An action flick? Maybe we could find a picture show that plays grindhouse shit.

[Even if the old man walks out with gum on his shoe it'd be the best ever. Thinking on that is a beacon.]

I'd love to go to the movies with you.