"Most of them don't even last a week out here, Barton. Six months is the maximum. You've been here almost a year and you're liable to start cracking any minute. I don't like the way things look."
"I feel fine, sir."
Several months later, Von Ulrich dropped by again. "How are things going, Barton?"
"Great, sir. Just swell."
"You feel comfortable, no anxiety?"
"I feel fine."
"You've done a fine job, Barton—so far."
"Thank you, sir."
"You manage to keep occupied?"
"I just take it easy, sir."