"No blondes, no Scotch, no books," you tell them, banging your mug on the table so hard their glasses jump. "Minimum needs ... minimum needs!"
"How about plumbing?" Anna demands. "I won't go without plumbing."
"We're facing the end of the world," says John, "and you worry about plumbing!"
"I'm sorry, but if plumbing isn't going to survive, I'd just as soon not either," Anna says. "I just can't see myself squatting in the bushes."
"What difference does it make?" Ian asks. "Everybody dies anyway. From the moment you're born, you start dying."
"Yes, but—"
"So why bother? Everybody dies. Why prolong it more than you have to? Everybody dies."
"Worlds may or may not blow up," O'Malley says, "but it seems to me it's the little indignities of modern life that hurt the most. The constant repetition of the advertising slogans that insult your intelligence, and the women with the pearly teeth and perfect permanent waves, without body odor or souls."
"I have body odor," Anna says.
"But no soul," Ian says. "No soul at all."