Dick: Oh, are you getting the feeling back in your hands?
Mary: No.
Dick: Well, the walk wasn't too bad.
Mary: Oh, yeah, the last four miles just flew by. You plowed my car into a snow bank.
Dick: I know. And we thought it was going to fight back. Aren't we silly?
Mary: If anything is wrong with that car, I am holding you responsible.
Dick: Mary, we've got to stick together. The roads are closed. And look around. We're surrounded by Neanderthals. That's a fair assessment, isn't it, fellas?