Character: Del Spooner

I thought you were dead.
- Strictly speaking, I wasn't alive. However, thank you for your participation.

- This is nonsense. A robot may not harm a human, as a person is not able to walk on water!
Well, I remember there was one such man.

You are the dumbest genius I've ever met!

- You're just a machine. Only an imitation of life. The robot will compose a Symphony? The robot will transform a piece of canvas into a masterpiece of art?
- And You?

Look, I know you have suffered a loss, but we got nothing. Look, you're a cat, I'm black and suffer more than you want.

You know, with the words "I told you so" doesn't quite say it.

AP-Chi! I'm sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.

You know, most likely it's me. Fault I attract like a magnet. Since your cans near me buggy recklessly.

- Though you were right?
- Yes, once. I remember it was a Thursday.

- Sweet?
- I'm sorry?
- My coffee sweet? And you decided I called you so. Hey, you are so rich.

I care what you think?! I don't care what you think of me!

Considers himself the only normal person is a psycho? If Yes, then I went crazy.

- Tell me, what are you doing?
- First of all develop the psychology of the robots, though still developing interfaces of interactive communication and program complex interaction of technical modules.
- Well, what are you still doing here?

- Then we will miss the good old days.
- What?
- In those days, when people killed people.