[Something about her standing there waiting with the hose in hand makes him chuckle, and he comes to retrieve it so he can fill up the tank.]

Yeah? Like tomorrow night, you mean? Sounds nice.

[She's doing her best to help cheer him up, and it's working. She's too damn cute for him to stay mad for long. They left his Papa in the dust where he fucking belongs and there's no point dwelling on their meeting when it's just going to make him feel pissed off again. He'd much rather look forward to a night of dancing.]

Y'know, something we oughta try sometime is keepin' some stuff from this time, or even earlier, an' sellin' it in the future to an antiques place. Find the right dealer, I bet they'll pay top dollar for somethin' they think is real old but somehow in perfect condition.