"Oh," he said. "Another casualty?"
"You read the papers, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I heard of the FCC closing the networks up. But it hasn't stopped the show. Tonight, you know, is the Martian version of what they do for entertainment. I suppose we'll be watching that happy young couple going out on the town and doing it up brown, or buff, as you might say...."
"You will be watching," Edith cut in acidly. "I have no doubt at all. As for me...."
"Certainly I'll be watching. That doll is almost as beautiful as you are, and I keep thinking how nice it would be if we were on Mars."
"We're not," she said. "And we won't ever be."
"Alas!" he said glumly. "And alack!"
"You're as funny as a crutch," she said, stuffing the last of her belongings into her bag. "You ought to get yourself a job as a comedian."
"Oh, I've already got a job," he said airily.
"Oh?"