BILL
Cheer up, Jim. There's plenty of hope there, isn't there? (Points to the Gate of Heaven)
JIM
Yes, and that's why they keep it locked up so. They won't let us have any. No. I begin to remember Earth again now since you've been speaking. It was just the same there. The more they'd got the more they wanted to keep you from having a bit.
BILL
You'll cheer up a bit when I tell you what I've got. I say, Jim, have you got some beer? Why, so you have. Why, you ought to cheer up, Jim.
JIM
All the beer you're ever likely to see again. They're empty.
BILL (half rising from the rock on which he has seated himself, and pointing his finger at Jim as he rises; very cheerfully)
Why, you're the chap that said there was no hope here, and you're hoping to find beer in every bottle you open.