Tommy: What are you writing?
Dick: Oh, I'm entering Harry's breach of conduct into the logbook.
Tommy: What'd he do? Never mind.
Dick: Oh, what's happened here? This morning we were all together, and now look at us. Sally's living in a garage, and Harry's with that Vicki. It's those damn Dubceks. Of all the gin joints in all the world, why did we have to move into this one?
Tommy: Well, it was the first place we looked.
Dick: That's true.