Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?

Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a glaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout seein' your thirtieth?

Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.

You know Heywood. It has strong roots - ever watered by some blood.

Your body can be chrome... but the heart never changes. It wants what it wants.