"Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds."
"I would have congratulated him, if he had not been sizzling and incoherent at the time."
"Do you hear that, meatbag? I will be back!"
"Statement: I have already learned a great deal, master, and I am anxious to learn more of lying, betrayal, and new ways to harm innocents."
"What are you doing?! Remove the arc wrench! REMOVE THE ARC WRENCH!"
"Deceit: Nothing to see here miss, just a regular droid. Move along, move along."
"Expletive: Damn it Master, I'm an assasination droid, not a dictionary!"
"Well master, you seemed to have short circuited something, though it almost certainly had nothing to do with my memory. Ah! I seem to be poking myself in the eye! Ah! Stop it!"