What're you supposed to do with a manically-depressed robot? –You think you've got problems? What're supposed to do if you are a manically-depressed robot? No, don't try to answer that. I'm 50,000 times more-intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.
So, uh, are we going anywhere special tonight? –I-I-I just got us into a little place called, um, Harryhausen's. –(gasp) Harryhausen's?! But it's impossible to get a reservation there. –Not for Googlybear. I will see you at quitting time, and not a minute later! –OK, sweetheart. –Think romantical thoughts.