[Philip] I don't know what I was thinking. I expected them to be giants, gods. In reality, they were just three little men. Pale-faced, with colds.
[Elizabeth] I have some sympathy. The very qualities that made them perfect for the job.
[Philip] But their lack of flair or imagination.
[Elizabeth] Their sense of duty, and modesty and reliability.
[Philip] Total absence of originality or spontaneity ...
[Elizabeth] But that's what makes them perfect in a crisis.
[Philip] And entirely anticlimactic when you meet them in person. I mean, imagine. They go all that way to the moon and stay healthy but one trip to London nearly kills them.
