If Casey's bound to stay in the desert--well, I'm his wife--and Casey does kind of like to have me around.

You can't tell ME.
"So I've got the twin-six packed with the niftiest camp outfit you ever saw, Jack.

I've got a yellow and red beach umbrella, and two reclining chairs, and--well-sir, I'm going to rough it de luxe.

I don't expect to keep Casey in hand--I happen to know him.

But it's just possible, Jack, that I can keep him in sight!" Of course I told her--as I've told her often enough before--that she was a brick.