Max: Well, maybe we won't have to put up with long flights much longer. Back of a Fortune magazine Stanley Bing makes a prediction we are headed for oil at $1000 per barrel. None of this wimpy $200 a barrel stuff. Air travel at $25,000 per ticket will only be for seriously wealthy business people. Hybrid vehicles will putter around really slowly but the police will be allowed to go at 16 kilometers per hour to catch criminals. Most of us will be hanging out of windows or onto the roofs of buses and trains to do any distance. Food will be locally grown.
Ray: Is Bing a bit of an alarmist?
Max: Alarmist? Heck, that was normal only a hundred years ago.
Ray: OK, but how does this affect us?
Max: We’ll have to move. Reposition ourselves. Geographically. Cold country with wind and rain but possibility of Vegetable Wars? Warm country with possibility of Water Wars?
Ray: All countries will have their problems. Something will be worked out.
Ray: I thought you liked lasagna better.
Ray has three attempts to ween Max off his dire projections. First he questions whether the original writer was “alarmist.” Second, he has a try at calming Max down with a generalization “All countries…” Finally, he uses a diversion, “lasagna,” but since they disappear out of earshot, we don't know what conversational road they went down after that.