Saturday August 12, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Doctor: You are very lucky to be alive, Lieutenant. But I'm afraid you are going to be stuck in there for a while.
Der Trihs: My HMO will pay for regeneration this time, right?
Doctor: Actually, all they paid for was the jar. By the way, you have a visitor.
Der Trihs: I don't want any pity, I want ... arms and legs.
Ennesby: Don't worry. No pity here.
Ennesby: I just came by to apologize .... and to return your hat.