“All right, so we’re off.”

“We’re off? Just like that?”

“Yep. Aboard the mighty S.S. Nancy!”

“Okay, grandpa. First of all, it’s a dinky raft barely big enough for one person, and second, Nancy?!”

“Sure, why not?”

“It’s a dumb name! If we’re gonna be rescued from this idiot chunk o’ wood, we can’t go down in the history books as Nancy!“

“I think Nancy’s a fine name.”

“Says the old man who can’t even build a stupid raft to get us off that desert island…”

“Oh, it’s a beautiful craft!”

“Grandpa, we’re sinking already.”

“No, we aren’t.”

“Yes, we are. See that? We’re already up to our ankles.”

“Not so bad….”

“Yes, it is! Oh, great, sharks!”

“Those aren’t sharks! Those are, um….they’re sharks, aren’t they? Bugger.”

“Yeah, bugger.”