Try space tourism.
"I'm on the list."
"What list? People to avoid, people who watch too many movies, people who need to grow up. I could on."
"Please don't. I'm on the waiting list for space."
"Don't you already live in space, Tony?"
"Haha, very funny. I made my deposit yesterday."
"Oh, you are serious."
"Of course, I'm serious Agent Dah-veed. This is a new adventure. The final frontier. To infinity and beyond. You know, all that."
"You're doing this because it sounds fun? When do you go?"
"I don't know. They are still working things out. They'll call me when it's ready to launch. . . I wonder what color space suits will have? I hope I don't get sick. I wonder what floating in space is like."
"So you paid a lot of money for something and you don't know when you're going."
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"They could call early, you know. Maybe an asteroid is heading towards Earth and no deep-sea drillers are available. They may need you, Tony – to save this planet."
"I hope not. Tell me what you got."
"Sure thing. On it, Boss."
"And DiNozzo, just remember to hold onto something. We wouldn't want you floating away."