Exactly

MacPhisto:

I wonder if you'd allow me to drive you home. Candy Christian:
That would be nice. MacPhisto:
Where do you live? Candy Christian:
Eighty three Fifty seven and a half Schweitzer Terrace. MacPhisto:
Uhh. Zero, can you find Eighty three... Candy Christian:
Fifty seven and a half. MacPhisto:
Fifty seven and a half Schweitzer Terrace. Zero:
Got ya, man. MacPhisto:
That was Zero. Candy Christian:
Your driver? MacPhisto:
No, my friend. Several years ago, I was on a lectured tour of the Congo. One day after having delivered some of my works to Earl, an audience of not less than seven hundred "gonorite" warriors, a uh, uh, a fierce but poet loving tribe. I stumbled out into a clearing and saw an unfortunate native being attacked by a giant bush python. The man was already half digested when I ran to him, took him by the shoulders and tore him from the jaws of the slavering beast, and destroyed the animal with one slash of my ball-point pen. After sixteen delicate operations on his feet and mind, Zero was able to walk again. We Have been together ever since. Candy Christian:
I saw that story Tuesday night on the TV movie of the week. MacPhisto:
In that case, I saved Zero from a lynch mob three years ago in Shreveport, Louisiana. The rope was already about his neck and then I started speaking my epic, The Brotherhood of Man in English, and then, and then in Welsh. It changed their minds and their lives. There is now a fully integrated school system in Shreveport, Louisiana. And Zero and I... Candy Christian:
Have been together ever since? MacPhisto:
Exactly