“What difference does it make to anyone if I’m in the plane or not?” “No difference.” “Sure, that’s what I mean,” Doc Daneeka said. “A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” Yossarian knew what he meant. “That’s not what I meant,” Doc Daneeka said, as Yossarian began scratching his back. “I’m talking about co-operation. Favors. You do a favor for me, I’ll do one for you. Get it?” “Do one for me,” Yossarian requested. “Not a chance,” Doc Daneeka answered.
