"Now we need to connect the temporal displacement mechanism to the spatial conservation apparatus. Can you hand me one of those turny things with an x on it?"
Sam looked up from where he was digging in Brittany's toolbox. "What kind of thing?"
She crossed to the table and pulled out a screwdriver. "This one."
"You mean a Phillip's head?"
"Who's Phillip?"
"Never mind," he said, going back to organizing. "So what's next?"
"I have to make sure the fridge with all the astronaut food will work."
"What about the flux capacitor?"
Brittany glared at Sam. "Stop making things up."