SMITH. I made them up.
DOCTOR J. You mean you wrote them?
SMITH. I ... made them up.
DOCTOR J. How?
SMITH. (Mustache bristling truculently) I made them up.
DOCTOR J. (Lips pursed) So there you were out in the cosmos with a handful of books.
SMITH. That's correct.
DOCTOR J. What if you had dropped them?
SMITH. (Chooses not to answer this patent absurdity)
DOCTOR J. Mister Smith.