"Wow, really?" I said.
She nodded. "And he's a member of the Church of Scientology."
She turned the page, never looking at me. "How quickly your opinions can change."
I shrugged. "It's the R6 implant Xenu placed in my mind 75,000,000 years ago. The engrams are whacking me out."
"If there's a Scientology hell, you're going straight there when you die."
"Gosh, maybe there's still time for me to get rich enough to pay for all the audits it'll take to get myself cleansed."
"Unbeliever," she said.
"On my planet, we like to call ourselves 'sane.' "