Happy Birthday

-Happy Birthday.
-Thank you.
-Which one is it?
-It's 3O.
-Uh, the big 3-0. That's the worst one, isn't it? I know what you're thinking... "My youth is over".
-Ha.
-When I was 3O, like you, I was going, ''I'm in a rubbish job. Nothing good ever happens to me. When will it change?" But, you know...
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-Things do change.
-Hmm.
-And it could be worse. There's a neighbour of mine, Kevin... He's 32 and still lives with his parents.
-I live with my parents.
-Cherish them, really. You'll miss them when they're not around anymore. Both of mine are, uhm, dead.
-Oh.
-Dad's not dead. He's in a home. He was, oh God. Called out te other night, 3am, by nurses. He was convinced there was a japanese sniper on the roof. And I had to go up to the roof with him, and go, ''Look, Dad, there's no Japanese sniper.''
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-Anyway, he's a vegetable now. And that's something we've all got to look forward to. Happy birthday.