(Gretchen and Clark get dropped off and the car drives away.)
Gretchen: I guess this is it.
Clark: You guess? (he sneezes) Oh, great. My allergies. (He gets a tissue out of his pocket and wipes his nose.) Weren't your grandparents supposed to pick us up at the airport?
Gretchen: Well, they're getting kind of old, ya know? My dad said sometimes they forget things.
Clark: Yeah, like us.