This is what happens to people when they get too sexually frustrated.
I was having sexual nightmares.
Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?
If I thought that was true I’d ask you to marry me.
Looks like love at first sight to me.
I think I broke my head.
Now if we can just keep it from exploding!
I’m not that bionic!
Reporter: Robo, excuse me, Robo, any special message for all the kids watching at home?
RoboCop: Stay out of trouble.
I think the young people enjoy it when I “get down” verbally, don’t you?
Its time, to quote the vernacular, to Rock and Roll!
Now any scientist worth his salt knows that doggies love chirpy little chew-toys and they love rock and roll! We’ve combined them both.
I’m an engineer. I see what I see when I see it.
JANE! Stop this crazy thing! JANE!
George sent a message, a distress call if you like. Whatever’s inside that cupboard is so terrible, so powerful, that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy across all the barriers of time and space.
She will make you a real boy, for I will make her a real woman and all will be right with the world, because you held my hand and saved my brain. So once again my customers may ask for me by name: ‘Gigolo Joe, wha’d’ya know?’
The little man came back for me.
It’s coming? Ha! It’s not even breathing hard.
Our ability to manufacture fraud now exceeds our ability to detect it.
I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t want you guys to think I was stuffy. You know, no fun. All brain, no penis.