"So, tell me again why we've come out to a remote station in full space suits, with helmets and gloves and silly little pointy things on the ears, with absolutely no way to get the helmet open or off without dying in space, to get milkshakes."
"I'll admit, it wasn't the best thought out plan."
"Doctor, we've been floating free in space for three hours. And I have an itch! This is the worst plan. Not just badly thought out. The worst!"
"Sorry."
"...yeah. I know."
"..."
"..."
"Would you like me to help you with the itch?"
"Yeah, that'd be great, actually."