— Three more ticks and Mr. Goldfinger would have hit the jackpot. Did you get him?
— Not yet, but he won't get far.
— And Pussy?
— She helped us switch the gas in the canisters. By the way, what made her call Washington.
— I must have appealed to her maternal instincts.
— Come on, James. Get aboard. You can't keep the President waiting.
— Special plane, lunch at the White House. How come?
— The President wants to thank you personally.