You gotta hear this story. We're on this bus, that's easily 200 years old. 200 years at least. And this guy...

Excuse me? I'm just wondering if you really gave it the old college try. Or in your case, the old community college try.

Oh, I think our firm donated one of our old fax machines to you guys.

Those are all really old.

It tastes like jammy-yogurt-flavored custard socks.

George, bring me my old tennis racket. A bucket, some soap, a tennis racket. What is Daddy Pig doing?

It's old, it's definitely old. Didn't you hear the double beep?

All right, who keeps leaving old newspapers in the trash?

It tastes like custard and old socks.

Well, what do you think the loss of your room represents?

That's an old message. Nobody needs to hear that. Yes.

You've already done so much for us, but there's an old folks home a couple of blocks from here.

Honey, you did call him back. 'Cause, it's really old.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

Hey, isn't that the guy who used to wear your hat? And look where they're sitting.

The ancient models give the entire endeavor a bad name.

I can't leave it! You gouged a hole in my dingy floor.

Part of the fascination of this business is the dichotomy of the old and the new. You have these old buildings, some old facilities and you're doing some of the finest machining in the world.

One hopes that no more of Lord Voldemort's old school-things should find their way into innocent hands.

You'd have to scan everyone in San Fransokyo and that might take, I don't know, forever?