"Lenore, please. Norman, friend, really. A universe-view is one thing. No one can grow to infinite size."
"Has anyone ever tried?"
"Not to my knowledge, no, but ..."
"Then do me a kindness not to shrilly monger finite failure until I've tried. No one had ever been able to give butter life, either, but ..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. To be ignored. A slip of the tongue."
". . . ."
"Yes and tonight Project Total Yang beings. I am going to grow and grow and grow. There will of course eventually cease to be room for anyone else in the universe at all, which I'm afraid will also mean the two of you, for which I apologize, but say also tough titty."