[Lt. Farman offers the brilliant but innocent Altaira some sugar for her coffee]
Altaira: But you keep helping me. After all, you're not Robby.
Lt. Farman: [chuckles] I wouldn't mind being Robby in certain ways. Uh, that's only in *certain* ways, of course.
Altaira: I can see that was probably very clever, but I don't seem to understand it.
Lt. Farman: There's no rush.