Bicentennial Man

I want to seek out my own kind. In order to understand my destiny, I must know if there's another like myself. North Am Robotics will not return my inquiries. And now you've finally passed the bar, Lloyd, I want you to sue them for information of the whereabouts of all NDR-series robots. If you don't mind.

So that's why you divorced him.

I would seek them out. Each and every one.

Oh, yes. Several years, if not more, if my calculations are correct.

Did he not breast-feed?

They die? One feels badly for them.

One does not know, Sir. Possibly there was a predator behind the chicken, or possibly there was a female chicken on the other side, if it was a male chicken. Possibly a food source, or, depending on the season it might be migrating. One hopes there's no traffic.

To get to the other side. Ah, why is that funny?

People actually do this, Sir?
The whole process, it sounds so... messy.

One understands why some animals eat their young.

Hello, Sir. Would you care to hear "The Three Laws of Robotics?" It's said to be a most entertaining presentation.

Will you please step back, Sir, to maximize presentation?

First Law of Robotics: A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, cause a human being to come to harm. Second Law: A robot must obey all human orders except where those orders come in conflict with the First Law. Third Law: A robot must protect itself so long as doing so does not conflict with the first two laws.

Of course not, Sir. It is a one time only.

Mmh. I remember this place very well. This is where your grandmother was married.

So you're not married yet?

I'm not too late. Are you positive you're doing the right thing?

About getting married?

So, you could be doing the wrong thing.

Great.

Well, in your apartment, you told me to do the wrong thing. Now, you aren't doing the wrong thing, you're doing the right thing. Safe to say, you're not following your own advice, 'cause if you were you would definitely not be marrying this man Charles.

Precisely.

Good. Do you have any idea what it's like to be in love with someone who's about to marry someone else? Someone who's totally magnificent? Someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun? Someone who you know is lying to herself?

Convincingly, yeah. Very, very much so.

That you don't love me when I know in at least some way, you do.

Portia, I've done everything inside and out.

Well, something matters. Because If I'm to believe nothing mattered, you'd love me and not some man whose chin could sink the Titanic. What? See? It's true. Isn't it?
I'm sorry. Does he light you up like this? Does he make you laugh?

Good. Then admit it. Admit that you love me.

Give me one kiss.

That's all. One quick kiss. Just one kiss could not jeopardise a glorious marriage. Besides, it would also explain why your pulse just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute. Your respiratory rate has doubled. You're putting out clouds of pheromones, Portia.

I know. Love isn't fair. I'm reading your heart. I'm asking you to follow it. Begging you. Begging is supposed to be humiliating. I don't care. I love you, Portia. I loved you the very first moment I saw you.

I lied

Yes, Sir.

That is not entirely correct, Sir. One could lie if one were ordered to lie... or if it were necessary to tell someone truth in order to keep a human being from harm... or for one's own safety in jeopardy.

I know you don't like me. Well, I don't like you either. I just want to make that clear.

I can't. I don't have a mucous gland.
Would it be possible to have a slightly longer conversation?
May my canine companion enter also? Thank you.
Is this your sculpture?

It's quite horrendous. How ugly was it before you restored it?

Mm-hmm.

Once again, I apologise for telling the truth, but it can't be helped. It's my programming.

It's cruel that you can cry and I cannot. There's a terrible pain I cannot express. Will every human being that I care for... just leave?

That won't do.

What a piece of fecal matter.

Excuse me?

I know that.

Piece of shit.

Oh. What a piece of shit.

What a piece of shit!

Thank you.