I think it's safe to say that this party is about to become a historical fact.
Must be take a worm for a walk week!
Mommy's going to the beauty parlor, darling, but I'm leaving you with your favorite friend, Roger. He's going to take very, very good care of you, because if he doesn't, HE'S GOING BACK TO THE SCIENCE LAB!
Oh yes! A bolt of lightning into a huge copper conductor. I thought you lived at a school.
Are you sure it isn't time for another colorful metaphor?
It's bad to kill. Guns kill. And you don't have to be a gun. You are what you choose to be.
My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work.
Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.
ALAAAAARRRMM!!
You complete me.
Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
This isn't life...it's just stuff.
The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.