FRANK
: They’re not cows. They’re replacement heifers.
HAYNES
: Oh—
FRANK
: Those are my babies.
HAYNES
: What are they replacing?
FRANK
: Older cows. Retired cows.
HAYNES
: Oh, I see. Yeah, I remember.
FRANK
: They haven’t had a calf yet. Every year you save some back.
HAYNES
: Unbred?
FRANK
: Exactly. The mama cows are up in the top pasture.
HAYNES
: So you’re going to breed them then, is that it? These replacement heifers?
FRANK
: I plan to. Yes.
HAYNES
: You’ve got the bull?
FRANK
: He’s out back.
HAYNES
: What are you waiting for?
FRANK
: Spring.
(Pause. HAYNES keeps staring out window.)
HAYNES
: Do you know what plutonium is named after, Frank?
FRANK
: What? Plutonium?
HAYNES
: Yes.
FRANK
: No—what?
HAYNES
: Pluto—the god of hell.
FRANK
: Oh—I thought he was a cartoon.
HAYNES
: Do you know how long it remains radioactive and biologically dangerous once it’s released into the atmosphere?
FRANK
: Plutonium?
HAYNES
: Yes.