Frank: She says you're some big deal professor at the college.
Dick: Hardly. It's quantum astrophysics. A drugged monkey could do it. What about you?
Frank: I work the line at the ball bearing plant.
Dick: No, the Cincor plant?
Frank: Yeah.
Dick: Are you kidding? I love your bearings. What do you make? Thrust bearings or linear?
Frank: Actually, I do journal bearings.
Dick: Wow! Is that plain or rolling contact?
Frank: On a good day, both.
Dick: Man, the stories you must have.
Frank: A few, a few. You know, I thought you'd be more of an egghead.
Dick: No, all meat.