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>Lights! Camera! Bloodshed!
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>I'm the robot everyone kraves.
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>I am not the droid you are looking for.
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>I've calculated your chance of survival, but I don't think you'll like it.
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>Your mother was really nice to terminate.
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>You have the eyes of your mother. And I too!
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>Since when Delta Team is employing crippled girls?
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>And now, for the next episode of "How I killed your mother"...
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>There's no room for two protagonists.
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>There's place only for one star, here!
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>I'm the only killer-dancer-singer-primadonna robot here!
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>Let's play science! How long will a bunch of bones survive against me?
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>An the answer is... not long. Not long at all!
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>Oh, yeah! The data all seem to converge...
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>Retired.
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>Booooring.
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>A toaster would fight better.
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>Another time? For the audience?
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>More useless than a wingless airplane.
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>Calling you "moron" would be an overstatement.
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>Oh, wait, were you serious? Let me laugh even harder.
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>Did you enjoy the show?
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>I can't kill you, I've got a heart. Your mother's, to be precise.
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>No, no, no! Try harder!
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>Are you suffering, little girl?
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>I can't even unarm you, young lady.
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