"'You'd be rich.' Well that's rich. I don't know why I hang out with you. You can't even answer a simple question. Listen, If you were 120 and this girl you were about to marry were 20, you would be six times as old as her. Six times! Now maybe you wait a little while because she's so young. Say you wait five years. Now you're 125 and she's 25. That makes you only five times as old as her, see?"
"She's catching up." says Wilbur in surprise.
"Right. So say you wait a little longer, say 75 years"
"75 years! I didn't have a lot of time left at 120." says Wilbur. Then he blushes, becomes coy, and says "I mean I at least want to live long enough for the honeymoon. A little longer, 75 years, he says."
"Will you just shut up, and let me finish the question. You wait 75 years." Chick says angrily.
"That's a lot of cold showers." interjects Wilbur.
"Never mind that." Chick continues. "Now you're 200 and she's 100. Now you're only twice as old as her. Here's the question: How long do you have to wait for you and the girl to be the same age? Take your time. Think hard. It's a simple question."
Wilbur's face slackens as the question sets in. After a long pause he says "The whole thing is ridiculous. If I keep waiting for the girl she's just going to pass me up. She'll end up older than I am. Then she'll have to wait for me."
"Why would she have to wait for you?" rejoins Chick.
"I was nice enough to wait for her." says Wilbur a bit testily.
"Oh, stop." says Chick.