Life? Don't talk to me about life!
Incredible... it's even worse than I thought it would be.
Not that anyone cares what I say, but the restaurant is at the *other* end of the Universe.
I've calculated your chance of survival, but I don't think you'll like it.
Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, 'cause I don't.
I have a million ideas, but, they all point to certain death.
Do you want me to sit in a corner and rust or just fall apart where I'm standing?
You think you've got problems. What are you supposed to do if you are a manically depressed robot? No, don't even bother answering. I'm 50,000 times more intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer.
I ache, therefore I am.
My capacity for happiness you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first.
I'd give you advice, but you wouldn't listen. No one ever does.