"Daniel, what do you think of this?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean . . . what do you think of this?" Jack asks, staring at the archaeologist's blank face.
"What do I think of it?" Daniel inquires.
"Yea. What do you think of it?"
"Well, that depends . . . I suppose."
"On . . . what, exactly?"
"Well, suppose I don't think about it."
"You . . . don't think about it? . . . Why?"
"Suppose I don't know what to think about it. Suppose what I think I think about it is not what I think about it at all."
"Dammit, Daniel. This is the last time I take you clothes shopping."