I was recently the youngest person at a gathering of older people. I thought I wouldn't have anything to talk to middle aged, middle class people about, seeing that I am neither, but I was wrong. Old people are gross, just like me.
Old man: "Alright we gotta get out of here, you're having another hot flash."
Old lady: "What? No I'm not."
Old man: "Ok fine, what do you want me to say, we gotta go home so I can rub one out?"
Later in a discussion of how many strip clubs there are in Victoria my boyfriend's dad walks by and immediately responds with the correct answer of two. He also sends his regards to Olivia.