DOROTHY: Will it be all right if I reach over this daughter
of mine and kiss you?
SLADE: They did brief us, back on Earth, that we must
respect local customs--
MIJOK: And perhaps even another drink could do him no harm.
PAKRIAA: He's pied.
ELIS: I would not say that. Speaking as Governor, I say that
the local wine industry deserves every encouragement it can
get--and has, ever since Samis' favorite kink had kittens in
the bottom of the vest bat.
SAMIS: Correction.
MIJOK: Best vat. Speaking as Lieutenant Governor. Just
elected--did it myself.
MUSON: The toastmistress has been quiet lately.
NISANA: Who, me?
PAUL: By acclamation, yes.
NISANA: Le'me think. We did drink to the children--those in
bed and those who ought to be--
HELEN: 'Ception.
DOROTHY: Great big woman. You weigh a ton, sweet stuff, 'n'
so do your eyelids, they do.
NISANA: And we drank to the olifants. No no--I am too
happy--my mind is a lake without a breeze. You propose the
toast, Pakriaa.
SALLY: Matter of fact I'm already sort of whooliollicky--I
think--
DOROTHY: Hey--maybe it's not just the wine. Paul--Doc--it
must be almost thirteen hours--