Ennesby: Hey, where's everybody going?
Schlock: Sorry, we're going out to eat.
Ennesby: Sorry? What do you mean by sorry?
Schlock: You're a robot. You can't eat. Ergo, you can't come along.
Ennesby: What, you guys are gonna stop me?
Schlock: No. but the Maitre'd might.
Ennesby: And I suppose he does a quick orifice count as he seats people?
Schlock: I hope not. I've only got one, and that puts some folks off.
Brad: