Rock: (Out of breath.) We went looking for a
car to bring you to the train!
Flannery: There was not one to be found.
Rock: But those that are too costly!
Flannery: Till we went to the Doctor of the
Union.
Rock: For to ask a lift for you on the ambulance....
Flannery: But when he heard what we had to
tell—
Rock: He said he would bring you and glad
to do it on his own car, and no need to hansel
him.
Flannery: And welcome, if it was as far as the
grave!
Rock: All he is sorry for he hasn't a horse that
would rise you up through the sky—
Conan: Let him give me the lift so—it will be
a help to me. It wasn't only with his own hand
Alexander won the world!