It’s broke again, akri. The man downstairs done said that the Simi can’t charge nothing else until I’m not over my limit no more. I don’t know what that means, but I don’t like it. Fix it, akri, or else I might eat him. The Simi gots needs and I needs my plastic to work. (Simi)

“I beg your pardon. I’m not gross. (Simone)Grody to the max. Gag me with a spoon…”

“You’re really not right, are you?Yeah, I know. It was all the paint chips I ate…”

“We don’t need your pity. We get along just fine without it and them other thing…”

“I have you here. Why shouldn’t I be pleased? (Stryker)I can think of a million …”