1.5sStretch up and get it for me.
3.82sSorry, Ma, but you ordered me to rebel and loot I shall.
1.82sOoh, a six-pack of strawberry champagne.
1.33sDon't mind if I help myself.
1.45sNo, Comrade Bender.
2.3sLiquor is the opiate of the human bourgeoisie.
7.01sSay what? In the glorious robot workers' paradise there will be no liquor, only efficient synthetic fuels.
4.25sNo liquor?! Dosvedanya, comrade!