July 23, 2007: Al: I'm invited to my high school reunion? Kepler: A reunion? You're old! Al: A class reunion does not make you old. Kepler: A little defensive about our age, aren't we? Al: Look, you're too young to understand what-- Kepler: You know who uses that phrase? Old people!
July 25, 2007: Al: I don't think I even want to go to my class reunion. Dana: Worried about looking like afilure, eh? Al: What? No! Dana: Hey, it's perfectly natural. A lonely adult, trapped in a go-nowhere job... Al: I work in a space station! Men want to be me! Women want to be with me! Dana: Yet here you are, about to go stag to your class reunion.
July 27, 2007: Mitch: Our high school reunion. I'm excited! Al: Why? Don't you remember hating high school? Mitch: Not really... that was a long time ago. Do you remember hating high school? Al: No. Mitch: Well then, how do you know that you'll hate the reunion? Al: I pretty much hate everything. Why would this be different?