Do you have a map? I just keep getting lost in your eyes–even though I am programmed with a fully functioning GPS.

My lips are registered weapons. They shoot deadly laser beams.

Have you ever seen hardware like this before?

Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Wait, that is me. Please remain while I change my coolant.

Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I roll by again?

Pardon me, I think I may have dropped something. Oh, it was my jaw! Please reconnect it with these bolts.

You make me want to become a better automaton.

At the sound of the beep, I can pleasure you continuously for another 10.4 hours.

You are so beautiful you give the sun reason to shine. Of course, the sun shines by burning hydrogen into helium in its core.

You must be a magnet, because you are attracting me. Perhaps it is because I am made entirely of metal.