Transcript:
Arlo: Uh...and who are you?
Old Year: I'm the old year, on my way out!
Arlo: What about the beard? And the rags?
Old Year: Hollywood! This is pretty much the reality!
Arlo: You know, you don't look so bad for an old guy!
New Year: I'm Baby New Year!
Met himself coming and going. I always wondered how that was possible.