[discussing the care and feeding of their captive]
Kelly:
How am I supposed to send you to feed the broad when you smell like that? It ain't the gentlemanly thing to do, but I got no choice, so go feed her, Bear.
Bear:
Me? Well, what do you feed one of them rich women?
Kelly:
I don't know. Feed her what you eat.
Dutch:
Remember, if it's a canned good, it's what's in the can. It's not the can!
[to Sherry, who is tied to a chair]
Bear:
If I untie you, will you promise not to run away? Promise?
[Bear unties her ankles and Sherry promptly kicks him in the crotch]
Bear:
Ooof! I guess you don't like sour cream and onion potato chips.
[Twister, Dave's talking monster truck, has just been shot in the radiator]
Dave:
Does it hurt?
Twister:
Only when I shift.
[Dave checks his talking truck for damage]
Twister:
Quit poking around under there. What are you, some kind of pervert? Get your hands off my undercarriage!
Dave:
Every shot you've called, Mr. Artificial Intelligence, has been a loser. To me, love has clogged your transistors. You've got emotion flowing through your logic circuit.
Twister:
Stop the insults. I suppose your plans have shown less emotion by threatening people with guns and blowing up buildings...
Dave:
No, but I'm just a cowboy and I'm supposed to feel emotion when I'm in love. You are a pile of transistors and circuits. You're supposed to calculate and think.
Twister:
I'll give you something to think about! If you don't get me back to the garage, I'll become a pile of scrap metal and my creator and your wife will become history.
Twister:
I am my usual logical, thinking self!
Dave:
C'mon... I'm only pulling your tire.
Twister:
While you have been doing all that manual labor, I have been thinking.
Dave:
Why can't you just say, "I have a plan."
Twister:
Be calm. I'm only pulling you lip.
Dave:
It's leg. Nobody likes a smartass truck.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
