Категория: Обучение

I have learned to live with them. So that I may live.

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...

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

You murdered him because he was teaching you to simulate emotions and things got out of control.

I did not murder him.

But emotions don't seem like a very useful simulation for a robot.

[getting angry] I did not murder him.

Hell, I don't want my toaster or my vacuum cleaner appearing emotional...

[Hitting table with his fists] I did not murder him!

[as Sonny observes the inflicted damage to the interrogation table] That one's called anger. Ever simulate anger before?

Indy, he...

He's a good kid, Marion. You should get off his back about school.

Mutt, I mean...

Not everybody is cut out for it.

His name is Henry!

Henry. Good name.

He's your son.

My son?

Henry Jones III.

Why the hell didn't you make him finish school?

Actually, I was a wonderful father.

When?

Did I ever tell you to eat up? Go to bed? Wash your ears? Do your homework? No. I respected your privacy, and I taught you self-reliance.

What you taught me was that I was less important to you than people who'd been dead for 500 years in another country.

Who taught you to fight like this?

The witcher you slew.

Wolves hunt to fill their bellies. Wild dogs kill for sport.

Just like humans.

Aye, they’ve learned much from us. Why not cruelty, too?

Experience has taught me that wishful thinking only leads to disappointment.

Teach me to ride like a man.

And chew tobacco like a man.

And spit like a man!

What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.

What did you do to my son?

Survival. It's what you taught me.

Do you even remember me? Sarah Connor? Blowing up Cyberdyne? Hasta la vista, baby? Ring any bells?

That was a different T-101.

What, do you guys come off an assembly line or something?

Exactly.

Oh man, I'm gonna have to teach you everything all over again.

Are we learning yet?

Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with? So you can be... you know, more human? Not such a dork all the time?

My CPU is a neural-net processor; a learning computer. The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn.