Fabry. (Handing candy) Please, Miss Glory.
Domin. Will you have a cigarette, Miss Glory?
Helena. No, thank you.
Domin. Do you mind if I do?
Helena. Certainly not.
Busman. Well, now, Miss Glory, it is certainly nice to have you with us.
Helena. (Seriously) But you know I’ve come to disturb your Robots for you. (Busman pulls chair closer.)
Domin. (Mocking her serious tone) My dear Miss Glory— (Chuckle) —we’ve had close upon a hundred saviors and prophets here. Every ship brings us some. Missionaries, Anarchists, Salvation Army, all sorts! It’s astonishing what a number of churches and idiots there are in the world.
Helena. And yet you let them speak to the Robots.
Domin. So far we’ve let them all. Why not? The Robot remembers everything but that’s all. They don’t even laugh at what the people say. Really it’s quite incredible.