Justin: What the hell s going on with your face?
Bobi: What?
Justin: Are those...oh Jesus...are those frown lines?!
Bobi: Justin, I'm 32, it's bound to happen.
Justin: You son of a bitch! don't you get it? The older you look the older I look.
Bobi: What are you talking about?
Justin: Look at those kids over there, they are over there saying there's old lady Royston, and I as your brother being associated with your wrinkled up face will in turn be thought of as old. Don't you understand, you just keep getting older and your dragging me along with you and I really don't like it.
Bobi: I just love coming home for Christmas.
Justin: This isn't really the time to talk about what you love, It's time to think about how your face is effecting other people.
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