I'm suddenly reminded of Babylon 5: The Missing Lines.
Catherine: Don't touch me unless you mean it.
Sinclair (stiffly as ever): What do you mean by that?
Catherine (frustrated): Never mind. You speak with a monotone! You're as stiff as a block of wood!
Sinclair (still stiff): That's really ironic. I have sex more often than anyone who ever has or ever will stay on this station.
Catherine (passionately): Maybe that's not so ironic at all (they kiss).
This is my favorite:
M: Must destroy impurities!
S: Are you pure?
M: Pure! (zap)
S: How pure?
M: PURE! (zap)
S: Really pure?
M: REALLY REALLY PURE! (zap)
S: And what did you think of the Puritans of the 1500s?
M: Pure! (zap)
S: And your own people? On a scale of fourteen to thirty two, with
fourteen being absolute metaphysical impuritude, and thirty two
being completely pure, how pure were they?
M (thinks): Twenty nine! Very pure! (ZAP!)
S: WRONG! The correct answer is fourteen. NEXT ISSUE!!!!
