"Well, all right," says this particular stray cat, whose tail is still a little puffed. "So what exactly are you driving at? Say I have been walking around all this time like the- the one person in a room who doesn't get a joke. Which I-I'm still not convinced of, mind you."

That sentence never finishes, though. In Arthur's mind he loops this back to the original topic, but out loud he just skips three steps to get there. It's sort of delivered like a joke, but his tone is frustrated. "God, I almost hope Crichton isn't interested, I'm not worth this much work."