Rumfoord: Delighted, delighted delighted Mr. Constant. How nice of you to commmme.
Constant: My pleasure
Rumfoord: They tell me you are possibly the luckiest man how ever lived.
Constant: That might be putting it a little too strong
Rumfoord: You won't deny you've have fantastically good luck financially
Constant: No, that would be hard to deny
Rumfoord: And to what do you attribute this wonderful luck of yours
Constant: Who knows? I guess somebody up there likes you
Rumfoord looked up at the ceiling
Rumfoord: What a charming concept - someone liking you up there
