"A skeleton then."
"Not like a skeleton, either. She is Miss Venus of 2190."
"What? You mean, this gawky Lucy Hollowell is the same as that gorgeous bundle of curves and pulchritude?"
"Exactly. And now you're interested, huh?"
"No. She doesn't meet the specifications."
"But you'll let her come over to the laboratory and watch you work, won't you? After all, you meet her requirements."
"No! I don't want any walking bean-poles around the laboratory."
"But maybe she wouldn't appear just that."
"She's underweight."
"According to your requirements—only. Thousands of men think she is perfect. And she's going to be mighty disappointed if her dream man—"