"But we're on 1—and you can't even divide one by two—"
"I know. One's positive anyway, Enid. Look, kiddo, leave things like screwdrivers and volt-meters and calipers to me and you continue with the can opener as your only tool. What are we going to do to Drake?"
"You stop on your way back and pick her up. I'll take care of Drake. What did you say her first name was?"
"I didn't, but it's Sandra."
"Oh! You mean Sandra Drake, the novelist-adventuress?"
"I mean Sandra Drake, the she space-barnacle on the hull of progress."
"Oh, I've heard of her. And, John, I'll take care of her!"
"O.K., Enid. I'll see you when I get there."
"'By."