“Yeah, I like this. You get that girl there, the one you been drooling over, to convince me that I was wrong about her.” “What do you mean? How?” “I don’t know, you’re the genius.” He lightly punched my shoulder. “Find a way to show that she’s where she is based on prejudice or whatever bull you were spitting and I’ll fund your research.”
Bam! My fair lady is set up! Love it!
