Crow, Mike and others in “Alien from L.A.”

Hello, maggots! Welcome to boot camp here at Fort Satellite of Love! Today, we are going to do a field strip of one Mr. Tom Servo! I'm drill sergeant Crow T. Robot, or Sir to you toilet-water guzzlin' little mama's boys! You got that, son?

Mike

[weakly] Sir, yes sir.

I didn't hear you, ladybritches!

Mike

I said sir, yes sir!

Servo

[in pieces on the table] Can we just get on with this, Crow? I wanna watch Sisters!

You're not goin' nowhere, you wussy red cupcake! You gonna run home to your mama, huh?

Servo

[sarcastically] Ooh, ooh, I'm scared...

Mike

Hey Crow, c'mon...

I'm the drill sergeant here, you toe-headed, contact lens-wearin' piece of toast! Now gimme the oath!

Mike

Uh, This is my robot, there are many like it but this one is mine.

And what is the name of your robot, boy?

Servo

Servo! Tom Servo!

I don't believe I was addressing you, Mayonnaise! Why don't you just make yourself comfortable down there on the floor and give me twenty, Corporal?

Servo

Uh, 'cause I can't?

Well, now, you just bought yourself two hundred and twenty! Now c'mon, dickweed!

Mike

Uh, we'll be right back.

I heard that, Pyle! You piece of filth!

Servo

Well, several pieces, actually...