Cheryl: I'm sorry I'm late. I had no idea there was really a bomb shelter here.
Dick: Yes, sweetheart. It was build during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Now, who the hell are you?
Cheryl: Oh. I'm Sheryl from the market. Harry invited me.
Dick: Oh, how nice of him, considering he'll have to give you half his rations.
Harry: She will have the kibble. I will have the bits.