Bill Nye and Frank Sinatra are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

Bill Nye: Well, Frank, the evaporative cooling here is minimal, proving the desert's low humidity firsthand! Science, baby!

Frank Sinatra: (Lighting a cigarette) Science is swell, kid, but can it croon a tune that makes a dame swoon? I doubt it.

Bill Nye: But Frank, understanding the principles of thermodynamics *is* beautiful! It's the universe's rhythm section!

Frank Sinatra: Rhythm? I make my own rhythm. The universe can wait. Besides, this gas station's a real drag.

Bill Nye: Drag? Think of the geological history embedded in these rocks! Millions of years of formation!

Frank Sinatra: Millions? I'm more concerned with the next five minutes, pal, and getting a stiff drink.

Bill Nye: But the interconnectedness! We're all star stuff, Frank! We’re part of something bigger than ourselves!

Frank Sinatra: (Blows smoke) Bigger than Ol' Blue Eyes? I find that highly unlikely, kid. Highly unlikely.

Bill Nye: It's about understanding, Frank! Not ego! Understanding the universe, and our place within it!

Frank Sinatra: (Smiling faintly) Alright, alright, Professor. Teach me something that'll help me charm a dame in Vegas. Then you'll have my attention.