Bicentennial Man

Oh, Andrew, could you come up?

[Girl]

Oh, Andrew, could you come up?

-Should I--

-No. It'll be fine.

-Yes, miss?

-Andrew, would you please

open the window?

One is glad

to be of service.

A lovely breeze.

Now jump.

No,

out the window.

[Dog Barking in Distance]

-Did you hear something?

-Was that an earthquake?

[Door bell Rings]

[Brokenly]

Sorry for the inconvenience.

May one re-re-re-enter...

-er-er?

-What happened, Andrew?

[Distorted]

For the sake of family harmony,

[Winding Down]

one is programmed not to tell.

-[Low Electronic Moaning]

-Andrew? Andrew!

Yeah?

[Rattling]

Amanda, Grace,

downstairs right away.

-Come in, Andrew.

-Thank you, si-i-i-r.

[Whirring Brokenly]

Andrew's not a person,

he's a form of property.

One is not

a per-r-r-r-r-r-r-

son.

But property is

also important.

So from now on,

as a matter of principle,

in this family Andrew will be treated

as if he were a person.

Which means there will be

no more attempts to break him.

Break him?

Your sister tried

to kill Andrew.

You too?

-Shh.

-[Whispering] Sorry.

Come on.

Everyone up to bed.

-Will you be all right, Andrew?

-One is capable of

self-mai-ai-aintenance, sir.

Good.

-Good night, Andrew.

-Good night, Andrew.

Guh, guh, guh--

G-Good night.

[Whirring Brokenly]

[Muttering Brokenly]

Good night, Andrew. Good... night.

Miss, one has been given

specific orders for your safety,

and that is an unsafe area.

Now, come down.

Okay.

Thank you.

"Well, I think it's gonna be

sunny tonight."

[Feminine Voice]

"Me too."

[Falsetto]

"So do I."

He's my favorite.

Pretty.

Would you like

to hold him?

That was my favorite.

They don't even

make him anymore.

-Can it be repaired, Little Miss?

-No, it can't!

-You're screwed.

-I hate you!

Get away from me.

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