“Are we lost again?” Illya asked, with obvious exasperation.
“We are not lost,” Solo replied, “I’ve just momentarily lost my bearings. I’ll have us back on track very shortly.”
After a couple of minutes of studying the map, turning it every which way, Napoleon finally worked out there location and told Illya which way to go.
“We need some sort of computer built into the car which has maps programmed into it, and which gives directions,” said Solo.
“I doubt anything like that will ever become a reality,” Illya replied. “All I need a partner who can read a map.”