Wouldn’t want to be halfway out to Aldebaran without a spare dime in our pockets, now would we? (Would we?)

What the hell. I thought I put that sucker out to the curb. Is that the same one, or another, identical one? Hey… same to you, Lincoln! Jeezus. Why are you so bad tempered?
Man, I’ll tell you - tempers run short here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in the middle of July. All this [...]

We’re going to that dark pocket of nothingness where all of the demand for Big Green performances floats in a vacuum like a cork in a bathtub.

I saw one of our number drop a few chicklets in the soup cauldron - that should add a little tooth.

I have suggested a collection of aphorisms. Witticisms, as it were. Or as they are. Or as we were. (As you were!)

Marvin says he had to go broke to get that camera…. he had to go broke the department store window, that is.

I believe what offended my friend was my offhand suggestion that his specific gravity is roughly equivalent to that of Yak dung.

One of the robots started rotating at one point, his phony machine guns a-blazing with incandescent rage.

Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has mustered a small army of robots to do his bidding. (And me to help.)

Even an electronic brain can go crazy. Just ask the robot on Lost in Space.