Milo: Wait a minute, wait a minute! Whoa, back up! What're you telling me, that you remember because you were there? That-that's impossible, that would make you, you know, eighty-five, eighty-eight... hundred years old!
Kida: Yes?
Milo: Oh... Well... Uh, hey, pshh... Lookin' good.

Anya: Gimme a beer.
Bartender: I.D.
Anya: I'm 1,120 years old! Just gimme a frickin' beer!
Bartender: I.D.
Anya: (sighs) Gimme a Coke.

Ozzy: Hi. You can just call me "Ozzy". *She nods, waving hello*

GG: ...like the musician? Sweet.

Ozzy: Sort of, 'though I've used this name longer than he has.

GG: ...considering your age, I highly doubt that.

Ozzy: *Ozzy grins a bit* How old do you think I am, anyway?

GG: (thinking) Don't say anything wrong don't say anything wrong don't say anything wrong...

GG: ...uh...forty-nine.

GG: (thinking) Oh GG, you sly devil you.

Ozzy: Actually I'll be six hundred this year, and...I don't look forty-nine! Do I?

GG: Well, you certainly look like a forty-nine year old who de-aged by twenty-five years recently. And six hundred? That's neat.

Ozzy: Yeah, that's eternal youth for you.

Asagi: (Lucky bitch...) You always had that "eternal youth" thing?

GG:...doesn't that get incredibly boring after the first few hundred years?

Ozzy: Since my early twenties, so... 1430-something. And yeah, it does get boring, hence the whole traveling thing.

Astrid: You look good for nine-hundred-and-three.

The Tenth Doctor: You should see me in the mornings.

Astrid (without missing a beat): Okay.

Shepard: Just how old are you, exactly?

Liara: I hate to admit it, but I am only a hundred and six.

Ashley: Damn! I hope I look that good when I'm your age.

Reverend Theo: The margin of error in your guess at your own age is bigger than the age of my whole species.

corporal vog: Like I said, I am having trouble understanding your perspective.

Wait, go back! You mean to tell me it's Really 700 Years Old? I thought it was only twenty!