Dave Dryfoos

“ Even an accident is unlikely. Nothing's going to happen in all that time! Jan, I just can't face it."
"Isn't that just like a man?" she scoffed. "You know very well I've got seventy years to go—five still to wait before I can even have my first child! You're just being selfish!"
They glowered at each other. Then Les rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand, and smiled.
"Thanks, kid," he said. "You really had me going for a minute. Now I feel better!"
Pleased with the compliment, Janet concocted an extra-fancy combination of films to spray on herself for the morning's wear. ”

“ Today's applicants total a thousand! We haven't actually got a thousand jobs lined up, but we'll get 'em! And I'm privileged to announce, now that the list of competitors has closed, that we do have the astoundingly large number of ten—repeat, ten—genuinely desirable appointments to make. ”

“ Janet wailed. She was careful, though, not to use the words that would cause the doll to return.
Neither did Les. He said, "Why don't we take a couple of pills and go back to sleep till tomorrow? There isn't a darned thing to do."
"There never is," Janet said. Then noting she'd inadvertently agreed with her husband, she quickly added, "But we can't sleep—we did that yesterday. If we don't move around we'll practically stop eating, and anyway the neighbors will miss us. First thing you know we'll be accused of either a hunger-strike or immobility. ”