Dirk: I’ve let you down before, Professor. If there was a God, which we as men of science surely cannot accept, I would swear to him that I will not fail you again.
Dirk: You haven’t seen a robot, have you?
Susan: A robot?
Dirk: Yeah, she’s white, black eyes, about 5’5”, strangely erotic. Answers to the name of Elaine.
Professor Jericho: You’ve found her?
Dirk: Not exactly.
Professor Jericho: Either you have or you haven’t.
Dirk: I would have thought a scientific mind such as your own would accept there is often a gray area in-between...
Dirk: I feel I may have us look extremely guilty.
Richard: Well, we should go back and explain, tell her it wasn’t us.
Dirk: The problem is not that we fled the crime scene. It’s just that we haven’t fled it fast enough. There’s been a deficit of fleeing, which we must rectify immediately.
Richard: You believe him?
Dirk: That the center is haunted, or that the real David Cho has gone to live with a homosexual homunculus in Humberside?
Dirk: When is a filing cabinet not a filing cabinet?
Susan: This is bollocks.
Dirk: Umm, I actually prefer the term, “applied quantum mechanics.”
Jane: Oh, I don’t have any money.
Fish & Chip Shop Proprietor: What?
Jane: I could write you an IOU.
Fish & Chip Shop Proprietor: You taking the piss?
Jane: What do you do in these situations?
Dirk: I’m a firm believer that a proprietor of a chips shop has eaten far too many chips, thus hindering his athletic prowess.
Fish & Chip Shop Proprietor: What you saying?
Dirk: In layman’s terms, what I’m saying is...
Fish & Chip Shop Proprietor: Hey!
Dirk: Coincidence can be a brutal thing.
Dirk: I met a young woman who I believe... rather likes me.
Susan: She likes you? Is she mentally incapacitated in some way?
Jane: You think I’m a computer?
Dirk: Our brains are made up of synapses. They’re either open or close. Thoughts are merely ones and zeros. Consciousness itself is just a stream of binary code. You’re not a computer. You’re something new... and very special.
Susan: It’s impossible. Elaine was brain-dead.
Jane: You declare someone brain-dead when all they need is a little rewiring.