Категория: Вопрос

Tuna on white, no crust, right?

I don't know. How is it?

Every day, for the last three weeks, you've come here, asking how the tuna is. Now, it was crappy yesterday. It was crappy the day before. And guess what? It hasn't changed.

I'll have the tuna.

No crust?

No crust.

[to Kate] You okay?

She's fine.

I didn't ask you.

And yet I answered.

Hey, how about we all head to Italy this summer? We've always talked about going back.

Oh, I'd love that. But, um, can we afford it?

I guess the real question is: Can we afford not to?

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

You don't listen, do you? I don't think you ever really hear me. You just ask the same questions every week. 'How's your job? Are you having any negative thoughts?' All I have are negative thoughts.

Not answering questions is a pillar of your brooding charm?

One thing that was drilled into us from med school on, is stick to science. In the end, that's what's gonna give you answers. But what's going on here is...

Is this... a test?

I prefer to consult with people who have some vague understanding of the subject matter.

If we do this, how do we know it's going to end any differently than it did before?

Because before, you didn't have me.

Hey, new girl? Everybody in this room is about that superhero life. And, if you don't mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?

There are a lot of other planets in the universe, and, unfortunately, they didn't have you guys.

There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote of a soul?

I have some news. There's no subtle way to put this, Mark Watney's still alive.

Oh my god.

I know that's a surprise and I know you will have a lot of questions. But here are the basics. He's alive and he's healthy.

What do you play?

Wow, Zelda... Tetris... that's kind of a big question.

You shouldn't ask questions you know the answer to, it's not polite.

Do you love him?

Pardon me?

Do you love him?

Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.

Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?

This is not a suitable conversation.

Why can't you just answer the question?

This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now. Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.

And even insulted me.

Well, you deserved it.

Right.

Right.

I thought you were leaving.

I am. You are so annoying.

Ha, ha.

Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.

Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

Commander, do you think that we have any chance of survivng?

If I were you Councilor, I wouldn't ask me that question.

[looks to Morpheus]

I would ask him.

Why?

He's the one that believes in miracles.