"I watched you try that unfair-trade-practice suit against Lesquallan Ltd. two years ago. It was snowing outside. I was broke and the courtroom was warm. You should have won the case. Some of their evidence looked phony to me. Anyway, you did a good job."
"Thank you."
"Did you ever stop to think about the advantage of the egg—"
"Mister Cerobie said you wished to speak to me."
"That's right. I want you to draw up a something-or-other—you know what I mean—grounding Moulton Trust's ship on the Moon until this fight hassle is settled."
"You mean you wish me to prepare a restraining order?"
"Restrain, yeah! And restrain them as long as you can. I wish you could restrain them forever. This solar system would be a better place."
"On what grounds am I to base my order?"
"Claim they started the fight and our crew's so bashed up that we haven't enough able men to blast off."
"But I'm afraid we can't prove that."