"We've got a wonderful thing here," he said. "A tremendous method of psychiatric diagnoses. We can project every desire, every frustration, every concealed emotion, directly on a screen, and see with our own eyes exactly what is bothering the subconscious of the patient. We can see exactly what they really want. What they really feel. Like...."
"... like what?" she asked again.
He bent and kissed her. "How would you like to raise a flock of our kids, while I make a lot of money plowing up the subconscious corn in other people?"
"I'd have agreed long ago, if you'd asked me," she said.
"I'd have asked long ago, if you hadn't kept on going out with Brannan," he retorted.
"What do you think I went out with him for!"
He stood nonplussed for a moment, then he grinned. "Maybe we better strap on the electrodes again," he said. "There's a lot of corn left in both of us!"