Vibrating chair store owner [speaking in a shaky voice]: Would you like to try a vibrating chair?
Dogbert
Get out of my way, you pervert.
[Dogbert causes all the chairs in the store to vibrate wildly]
Vibrating chair store owner [shaky voice]: Will you be sitting down in any of these?
Dogbert
No, I'm gonna run for it and you might wanna do the same.
I thought you were gonna wake me at 6:30?
Dogbert
I also said women like men who are shaped like potatoes. Can you find a pattern here?
I had the egg dream again.
Dogbert
"I,I,I."
What do you think an egg dream means?
Dogbert
Mmm, probably an omen.
Dogbert
How many good omens involve things that come out of a chicken's butt?
There only has to be one.
ASAutomated Shower Machine
Good morning, Dilbert!
Dogbert
Hmm, don't you do enough engineering at work?
Work is just meetings, this is engineering. If this works, someday all showers will be voice activated.
Dogbert [sitting on a stool]: Is it that hard to turn the knobs?
It's not that it's hard, it's unnecessary. [To ASM] 99, please.
AASM
99. [shower turns on at 99 degrees; Dilbert steps inside]
Dogbert [aside]: 400.
[The ASM does nothing]
Heh-heh, nice try. But the shower is calibrated to respond to my voice only.
Dogbert
Why, you think of everything!
Dogbert
That's why you had training wheels on your bike until you were 17.
AASM
14. [makes the shower temperature 14 degrees]
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! [is frozen in a block of ice] 99! 99! 99! [shower goes back to 99 degrees, as the ice melts] Don't do that!
Dogbert
Where'd you get the voice for that thing? It sounds like the voice for that stupid movie; what was it called, "something, something, a Space Odyssey"?
It wasn't "Something, something, a Space Odyssey", it was "2001: A Spa-" [cut to the exterior of the house, as the ASM evidently makes the shower temperature 2001 degrees] AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
[back inside, a red-skinned Dilbert wraps a towel around himself, which then catches on fire as he walks off-screen]
Dogbert
On the plus-side, you look very clean.
To save time, I've hired a consultant to help us find a name for our next product.
[The "consultant" turns around in his swivel chair and reveals himself to be Dogbert]
He doesn't look like any consultant I've ever seen!
Dogbert [writing on a piece of paper]: Recommendation: Downsize the Loud Guy.
Dogbert
Anyone else want a piece of me?
Dogbert
As you probably know, all the good product names have been trademarked by companies who are competent.
Competent? How are we going to compete with that?
Dogbert
Well, that was a dryhole. Do we have anyone here from marketing?
[A couple from marketing are making out]
MMan
Our next upgrade will solve the problem!
WWoman
Ohhhh! [the two keep making out]
Dogbert
I like the sound of it, but how do you spell "uh-hoo-ah-ahhhh"?
AAccountant
Walter's a name for the product.
WWalter
How about... Ford?
Dogbert
Hmm. That seems to be taken - [slams his paper on the table angrily] - by the Ford Motor Company!!
[Walter runs out crying]
MMan
Maybe Ford will sell the name. Everybody has a price!
Dogbert
You're not allowed to talk anymore.
You're living in the past, my furry friend. Capitalism has transformed Elbonia. The economy is burgeoning.
Dogbert
Nothing like slave labor to perk up the economy.
They're making many advances. For instance, did you realise the leading cause of death in Elbonia is no longer Black Plague?
Dogbert
Oh really? What is?
Here we go, it's.. self-inflicted gunshot wounds? Must be a typo.
Dogbert
I'll bet you 20 dollars it doesn't feel good to give. [extends hand]
You are on, my cynical friend! [shakes Dogbert's hand]
Dogbert
Okay, to settle the question, give me 40 dollars and then tell me if it feels good.
Dogbert
Okay, then give me 20 dollars because you lost the bet.
Dilbert [puzzled look]: Did I just make a bet that would cost me 20 dollars whether I won or not? [hands Dogbert a $20 bill]
Dogbert [taking the money]: Yes. But you also got to help someone more fortunate than yourself.