So you're sayin' there's a good chance we can't get out of here unless we do some sort of back and forth.

[Yeah. Yeah, that tracks for some kind of capricious deity. He hates how sensible it is, actually, especially because it's similar to things Ford has told him and he hates whenever Ford is anything approaching correct. And again to a man who is deeply and desperately in need of other people it seems like so much trouble for something he could do better if he wasn't stuck in a hole.]

How're you meant to tell what it is you're supposed to talk about? Just guess until somethin' seems to stick?