Tired of waiting, he told the ground crew: "Why don't you fellows solve your little problems and light this candle."
VOA: special.2009.06.17
Deft and purring, she seems to pounce in from another land entirely, a Hitchcockian pleasure ground of light fingers and matching repartee, and her expression is that of a grown woman who surveys all these sombre boys, plus their whizzing toys, and sees only Bat-crap.