"No," said Director Finch.
"You haven't even heard what I'm going to say!" said Dave.
"You're going to say the same thing you've said the last five times you were in here, and then I'm going to have to tell you, once again, that we are not going to hire an undead teenager. No matter how many space shuttles he's landed."
"Okay, but–" despite having no permission to do so, Dave pulled up a chair, "-have you considered that he really wants to join NASA?"
Finch pinched the bridge of his nose. "No."
"But the science."
"Get out, Dave."