I found you.
Monica: Out! Out! Out! Get out of here! And close the goddamn door!
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When you become a real boy, remember me to the ladies when you grow up.
I can't accept this! There is no substitute for your own child!
Teddy: Be careful David. This is not a toy!
Robot Repairman: Spinach is for rabbits, people, and Popeye, not robo-boys.
Is this the place they make you real? David 2: This is the place they make you read.
It's okay, Mommy. It doesn't hurt.
Gigolo Joe: They hate us, you know... The humans. They'll stop at nothing.
I found you. Monica: Out! Out! Out! Get out of here! And close the goddamn door!
Gigolo Joe: They love how you make them feel.
Gigolo Joe: No two are ever alike. And after me, no two are ever the same.
Teddy: Be careful David. This is not a toy!
Gigolo Joe: When you become a real boy, remember me to the ladies when you grow up.
Monica: I can't accept this! There is no substitute for your own child!
Teddy: Be careful David. This is not a toy!
Robot Repairman: Spinach is for rabbits, people, and Popeye, not robo-boys.
Monica: David, listen. Now... you won't understand the reasons, but... I have - I have to leave you here. David: Is it a game? Monica: No. David: When will you come back for me? Monica: I'm not, David. You'll have to be here by yourself. David: Alone? Monica: With Teddy. David: No. No, no, no, no, no, no! No, Mommy, please! No, no! Please, Mommy, no! Monica: Shh. Shh. Shh. They will destroy you, David. Please, David. David: No! No, Mommy! I'm sorry I broke myself. I'm so sorry I cut your hair off... And I'm sorry I hurt you and I hurt Martin. Monica: I have to go! I have to go! Stop it! Stop it! I have to go now. David: Mommy, no! Mommy! Mommy, if Pinocchio became a real... and I become a real boy, can I come home? Monica: That's just a story. David: But a story tells what happens. Monica: Stories are not real! You're not real! Now, listen to me. Look. Look! Take this, all right? Take this. Don't let anyone see how much it is, okay? Now, look, don't go that way. Look! Look at me! Look! Don't go that way. Go anywhere but that way or they'll catch you. Don't ever let them catch you! Listen, stay away from Flesh Fairs, away from where there are lots of people. Stay away from all people. Only others like you. Only Mecha are safe! David: Why do you wanna leave me? Why do you wanna leave me? I'm sorry I'm not real. If you let me, I'll be so real for you. Monica: Let go. Let go, David. Let go! Monica: I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the world.
Specialist (evolved mecha): David, I often felt a sort of envy of human beings... of that thing they call 'spirit.' Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life... in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly, human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence. But human beings no longer existed. So, we began a project... that would make it possible to recreate the living body of a person long dead... from the DNA in a fragment of bone or mummified skin. We also wondered, would it be possible... to retrieve a memory trace in resonance with a recreated body? And you know what we found? We found the very fabric of space-time itself appeared to store information... about every event which had ever occured in the past. But the experiment was a failure, for those who were resurrected only lived through a single day of renewed life. When the resurectees fell asleep on the night of their first new day they died again. As soon as they became unconcious, their very existence faded away into darkness. So you see, David. The equations have shown that once an individual space-time part had been used, it could not be reused. If we bring your mother back now it will only be for one day, and then you will never be able to see her again. David: Maybe - Maybe she will be special. Maybe she will stay. Specialist (evolved mecha): I thought this would be hard for you to understand. You were created to be so young. David: Maybe the one day will be like that one day inside the amphibicopter. Maybe it will last forever. Specialist (evolved mecha): David, you are the enduring memory of the human race. The most lasting proof of their genius. We only want for your happiness. David, you've had so little of that. David: If you want for my happiness, then you know what you have to do. Specialist (evolved mecha): Listen. Can you hear that? The new morning has come. Go to her, David. She's just waking up this instant.
Female Colleague: You know, it occurs to me... with all this animus existing against Mecha's today, it isn't simply a question of creating a robot who can love. But isn't the real conundrum, can you get a human to love them back? Professor Hobby: Ours will be a perfect child caught in a freeze-frame... always loving, never ill, never changing. With all the childless couples yearning in vain for a license, our Mecha will not only open up a completely new market but will fill a great human need. Female Colleague: But you haven't answered my question. If a robot could genuinely love a person, what responsibility does that person hold toward that Mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it? Professor Hobby: The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?
Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid. Gigolo Joe: Of me? Patricia in mirrored room: Yes. Gigolo Joe: That I will hurt you? Patricia in mirrored room: Yes. Gigolo Joe: I think... you're afraid of letting go. I think you're afraid of happiness. And this is starting to excite me. Are you afraid of seeing the stars, Patricia? I can show you how to reach them. Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid of what you've got under there. May I see what it looks like first? Gigolo Joe: Is this your first time... with something like me? Patricia in mirrored room: I've never been with Mecha. Gigolo Joe: That makes two of us. Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid it will hurt. Gigolo Joe: Patricia, once you've had a lover robot, you'll never want a real man... again.
Gigolo Joe: Miss Bevins, It's Joe. At your service. I've been counting the seconds since last we met. Gigolo Joe: Have you been crying, Samantha? I found a tear.
Blue Mecha: You have been searching for me, haven't you, David? David: For my whole life. Blue Mecha: And what, after all this time, have you come to ask me? David: I have a wish to make. Blue Mecha: And what is your wish? David: Please make me a real boy... so my mommy will love me and let me stay with her. Blue Mecha: David, I will do anything that is possible, but I cannot make you a real boy.
Lord Johnson-Johnson: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls and children of all ages. What will they think of next? See here. A bitty-bot, tinker toy, a living doll. Of course, we all know why they made them. To steal your hearts, to replace your children. This is the latest generation in a series of insults to human dignity... and in their grand scheme to phase out all of God's little children. Meet the next generation of child designed... to do just that. Lord Johnson-Johnson: Do not be fooled... by the artistry of this creation. No doubt there was talent in the crafting of this simulator. Yet with the very first strike... you will see the big lie come apart before your very eyes! David: Don't burn me! Don't burn me! I'm not Pinocchio! Don't make me die! I'm David! I'm David! I'm David! Voice in the Crowd: Mecha don't plead for their lives. Who is that? He looks like a boy. Lord Johnson-Johnson: Built like a boy to disarm us. See how they try to imitate our emotions now. David: I'm David! Lord Johnson-Johnson: Whatever performance this Sim puts on, remember: We are only demolishing artificially! Let he who is without Sim... cast the first stone.
David: Where are we going? Someplace nice? Are those happy tears? What's for dinner tonight? Monica: You know you don't eat. David: Yes. But I like sitting at the table.
Monica: How late do they let you stay up? David: I can never go to sleep. But I can lay quietly and not make a peep.
Gigolo Joe: Are these the wounds of passion? Patricia in Mirrored Room: Do you hear that music? Gigolo Joe: You... are a goddess, Patricia. You wind me up inside. But you deserve so much better in your life. You deserve... me.
David: I thought I was one of a kind. Professor Hobby: My son was one of a kind. You are the first of a kind.
FemMecha Nanny: What's your name? David: My name is David. FemMecha Nanny: Hello, David. How old are you? David: I don't know. FemMecha Nanny: Do you need someone to take care of you? Would you like a nanny? I have many good references. David: Do you know where the Blue Fairy lives?
David: Is this the place they make you real? David 2: This is the place they make you read.
