"You should find somebody younger."
"Younger? I like you, and I'm happy. Why would I want to find somebody younger?"
"Gods, where do I start? They wouldn't have wrinkles, they wouldn't be covered in scars, bits wouldn't be heading south, they wouldn't find a new grey hair on their head every few months, their joints wouldn't creak when they got out of bed in the morning-"
"My joints do that too sometimes, and I'm covered in scars. And I don't happen to like anyone younger. I don't want anyone younger."
"You could find someone if you actually looked. There are young people everywhere."
"Yes, but none of them are you."
"Exactly."
"Exactly."