Marcek: They;re taking my torcher;s license away.

Wise Martha: What? You aren;t forty yet!

Marcek: Thirty-five. But my liver's shot.

Wise Martha: [Nods.] Moon'll do that to you... no ride back?

Marcek: Not unless I can scare up passenger fare. Comes to one billion, three hundred and forty-eight million and some, including tax.

Wise Martha: You don't have it?

Marcek: [Shrugs.] Who can save money around here?

Wise Martha: [Caresses him.] Poor thing. Stuck on the moon.

Marcek: I don't know how to handle it.

(from "The Moon and Marcek" by Joe Haldeman)