Yeah, I’m pretty sure if Peggy calls the number on the photograph she’ll just reach West Dormitory, Stragely School.

Lance’s true romantic nature is also drawn from me: I’ve been known to imagine side-by-side graves in anticipation of a first date. My rationale is, things could go badly, and if I don’t imagine a together-forever ending for us now, it’ll never get imagined!

PEGGY: Hey, you’re lucky I’m giving back your photo.
LANCE: Would you rather keep it?
PEGGY: Hmm… no girlfriend, you say…
LANCE: Nope.
PEGGY: Maybe I’ll call the number on it someday.
Lance watches her walk away, blushing hopelessly. He quickly imagines an escalating series of scenes: his and the girl’s first date; their wedding; their child; their joint gravestone; himself happily shoveling coal in hell, dreaming of her in heaven.
WAIT A MINUTE…
(Lance realizes)
LANCE (dramatically): That’s my OLD number!