After all those hopes and all that dreaming, he sits there, with those flags behind his chair, and tells me we can't afford a screw-up. You have my every good wish.' His every good wish! I got his sanctimonious Vice-President! That's what I got! So, there we are. They're looking for a reason to cancel the program. He sat there two months ago and put his feet up on Woodrow Wilson's desk, and he said, 'Jim. Was it really worth 20 billion to go to another planet? What about cancer? What about the slums? How much does it cost? How much does any dream cost, for Christ's sake? Since when is there an accountant for ideas? You know who was at the launch today? Not the President. After all, what's a walk on the Moon? But reruns! Oh, geez! And then suddenly everybody started talking about how much everything cost. Reruns, for Christ's sake! I could understand if it was the new Lucy show. You know when Apollo 17 landed on the Moon, people were calling up the networks and bitching because reruns of I Love Lucy were cancelled. I remember when Glenn made his first orbit in Mercury, they put up television sets in Grand Central Station, and tens of thousands of people missed their trains to watch. Both bright and talented wise-asses, looked at me in my wash-and-wear shirt carrying on this hot love affair with my slide-rule, and even you were caught up in what we'd done. Willis, you and Walker, you came in about then. And then Armstrong stepped out on the Moon, and we cried. Captain Terrific and the Mad Doctor, talking about reaching the stars, and the bartender telling us maybe we'd had enough. You looked at me and said, 'yes.' I remember when you told me Kay was pregnant. I told everybody about this dream I had of conquering the new frontier, and they all looked at me like I was nuts. And me, all sweaty palm and deadly serious.

You looked like you just walked out of a Wheaties box.

Bru, how long have we known each other? Sixteen years. I have to start by saying that if there was any other way, if there was even a slight chance of another alternative, I would give anything not to be here with you now. Here we are millions of miles from earth, and we can still send out for pizza.

Anybody hungry? Oh, the marvels of American science.

But if we don't want to take part in some giant rip-off of yours then somehow or other we're managing to ruin the country. If we go along with you and lie our asses off, the world of truth and ideals is, er, protected.

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