Hamilton Bell: And finally, physics professor and raconteur and master of close-up magic, Dick Solomon. [Dick removes a bouquet of flowers from his jacket] Tell me, Dr. Strudwick. Did you have any idea when you set out to write your book that it would get this kind of reception?
Strudwick: Honestly? Yes.
Dick: Well, it- It is, a, uh, tremendous work, but it has come at quite a cost, hasn't it, Vincent?
Strudwick: What?
Dick: I think you know what I mean.
Hamilton Bell: Well, I'm sure we all have questions for you, Dr. Strudwick, so why don't we begin-
Dick: Yes, I have one.
Hamilton Bell: Okay, then. Dr Solomon.
Dick: Yes. I was discussing the book last night with my son Tommy. Hi, Tommy. Love you. And, uh, it made me wonder. You seem to have a reasonable grasp of spectral analysis, and yet you have no idea where your teenage daughter was last night at midnight - my house, where kids are allowed to flourish. [applause]
Strudwick: Why don't you shut your mouth, Solomon?!
Dick: Why don't you make me?