"Yeah, and I'd make you watch-" Old movies, the real classics, a gray lady sweeping across a black and white ballroom in her poofy gray dress toward a guy all decked out in a suit made up mostly of ruffles, both of 'em singing at each other with their arms all stretched out. Yeah, Stan remembers. He clears his throat. "Uh, other stuff. So, some of your old nerd movies were more like nerd manuals after all, huh? Color me surprised. What kinda' space alien does that make Bill? One of those ones with jiggly eyestalks maybe, or rubber teeth?"

Stan holds a hand in front of his mouth and wiggles his fingers like they're those rubber teeth he was talking about, grinning all hopeful. He's got good memories of those movies. Ford does too, don't he? Ford used to laugh back then, when they would sit together and Stan would joke about all this shit.