Hank: I have to be able to lie down on a beach.

Ceri: I disagree. Because there are some beaches that are like jaggedy rocks.

Sam: Yeah, really sharp rocks.

Ceri: You do not want to lie down on it. Your butt would hurt, your back would hurt...

Hank: I just don’t know that that’s a beach anymore. I think that it's--

Sam: I think you’d look at it and say "that beach sucks". And it’s a beach.

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Hank: Yeah, I think I disagree. I think that the sediment has to-- you have to be able to pick up the sediment. That’s the-- the line. If I can no longer lift a piece of the beach, it's not a beach anymore.

Ceri: What if the strongest person on the planet could lift up a rock on that beach?

Hank: That’d be fine if-- if, like Magnus Magnusson or whatever--

Sam: So there’s more beaches to Magnus Magnusson in the world than there are to you.

Hank: No, no, no, no. He is the person who defines the beach. His current level of strength defines all beaches.

Ceri: I like we all have different things that we can call "beach".

Sam: Different threshold for beach.

Ceri: Uh huh, yeah, like we're not allowed to call it--

Hank: The older and weaker you get, the fewer beaches there are in the world.

Ceri: "That used to be a beach back in my youth, but now... I can't bend over!"