[A snort.] There isn't anything like knowing we're a couple of old grandpappies, you mean.

[Manolo grows quiet as he intently focuses on getting the alcohol into Joaquin's glass without spilling even a single precious drop. Then, after handing it back over with a proud look, he adds in a more serious tone:]

But, no, you're right. I never would have dreamed this, not in a million years.