Major Winship grunted. He said nothing.
"I'll get there as fast as I can."
After about ten minutes jarring across the lunar surface, Major Winship said, "I'm not appreciably cooler; but then I'm not appreciably hotter, either."
"Shut up, Charlie. You're a thirty-year man," Lt. Chandler said.
"Old soldiers never die, they just become desiccated."
"I'd like a beer," Major Winship said. "A cold, frosty, foamy beer. Big collar. Gimme a beer, a little shaker of salt—"
"Finogenov's probably got eight or ten cases."
"For once, I hope you're right. Try to bounce a little easier, Larry."
"Russians don't drink beer," Lt. Chandler said.