The flatterer you are. [She balks. Don't take it personally, Keith. She's only teasing.] I could have sworn I had spotted another wrinkle this morning.

[Stupid old age. Old... wrinkles... Walter. Nope, totally not thinking about her asshole turncoat confidant right now.]

I'm afraid the invention of the plane and car have rendered our need for a trusty steed obsolete. Though it is not as if I am unable to ride a horse.

[The horse is ceremonial at best.]