MOM (holding Betty White on her lap in the car): Do you have any idea how old she really is?
ME: Dixie thinks 20. We thought she was 15 when she came to live with me.
MOM: Well, I hope she doesn’t expire while she’s with me.
ME: She is going to outlive all of us.
MOM: What would I do if she expired?
ME: She won’t. Her little joints a fluid and her heart is strong.