Benji turns himself to face the lady, who he has since found out is named Margaret. He takes both of her hands in his and he looks at her in the eyes
Benji:Listen, Margaret. Just tell Marty how you feel. You're not getting any younge-uhh you can't concentrate on the what-ifs. You know that you like him, and you know that he is a single man, so go get him girl! You're only what, 75? 80?
The woman smiles
Margaret:Actually, I am 97..
Benji lets go of her hands and he scoots back. He mutters to himself
Benji:Oh shit...
He shakes it off and he smiles again
Benji:Exactly! The longer you wait, the harder it might be. I mean, you could die any day--you could grow apart. I am sure he's a nervous nelly whenever he's around her. I mean look at you!