Why do you think that she is a witch? Well, she turned me into a newt. Why do you think that she is a witch? Be quiet!
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Burn her anyway! Now, look here, my good man. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
She looks like one. The nose? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed! Burn her!
I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. You lived before you met me?! I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. No! Don’t jump! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
Telefon: 000 00 000
I just told you! You’ve killed me! Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! We’re also Santa Claus!
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? No, I’m Santa Claus!
Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! Your best is an idiot! Actually, that’s still true. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. I’ll get my kit!