"Donny!"
"The boots, they're in my locker in the attic. I want them."
"What on earth!"
"Bring me my goddam space boots and put them on my feet. I'm going to wear them."
"You can't; the priest's coming."
"Well, get them anyway. What time is it? You didn't let me sleep through the moon-run blast, did you?"
She shook her head. "It's half an hour yet ... I'll get the boots if you promise not to make me put them on you."
"I want them on."
"You can't, until Father Paul's finished."
"Do I have to get my feet buttered?"