Sally: So, what are we supposed to do? Just come down here and live while the rest of Rutherford perishes?
Dick: No, no, no. We'll invite people. We just have to convince them to spend a night in an abandoned bomb shelter without getting them all suspicious.
Harry: Well, I mean, there's plenty of room. We can probably pack in, like, 20 people.
Sally: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not want a sweat-fest.
Dick: Yeah, that's a no-can-do, Harry. I tell you what. Let's all just choose one person.
Sally: Yeah, yeah. Somebody with practical skills that we'll need to survive.
Harry: Oh! How about the plumber?
Sally: I don't know. We owe him money.