- Metal Mickey: Come on Fido, walkies. Oh dear, I sound like Barbara Woodhouse. Except, she's got a funny voice.
- Metal Mickey: So where's the oil, Stevie-baby?
- Annabelle: What on Earth is that?
- Steve: Oh, it's a robot.
- Annabelle: Still playing with toys, are we, darling?
- Metal Mickey: Steve is not a toy. He just walks like that.
- Metal Mickey: I have come to tell you that you have a secret admirer.
- Annabelle: [lifting weights] Aha.
- Metal Mickey: Someone who wishes to offer you all he's got.
- Annabelle: Hm.
- Metal Mickey: Spots, dandruff. All he's got.