Ursula: "Hey, James...I had this dream, I was having dinner with these people, and FDR was there!"

James: "Did he talk about the New Deal?"

Ursula: "...no...he was funny, though."

James: "Churchhill must have been there."

Ursula (losing the narrative thread completely): "Uh...uh...so there was this room...it was cold, and the windows were broken out, and there were giant robots outside in the streets!"

James: "Like performance art?"

Ursula: "No, like subjugating humanity. Good try, though."

James: "Well, you know, performance art, humanity, whatever..."