Short Circuit

Enemy neutralized, ladies and gentlemen.

Objective completed.

- Very nice.

- Yes, very nice.

Introducing your host, Dr Howard Marner.

President of Nova Robotics

Well, ladies and gentlemen

I want you to meet strategic artificially

intelligent nuclear transport

Or SAINT, as we call it.

If a question of survival,

then SAINT is the answer

It is quite simply, the most

sophisticated robot on planet Earth.

Adaptable to steaming jungle and burning

deserts and frozen arctic wastes

Well, of course it's adaptable

because it's a robot.

Therefore, impervious to...

- the ravages of nature.

- Crush ice.

Glass. Ice.

Gin.

Tonic.

A squeeze of lime.

- Your cocktail, Dr. Marner.

- Thank you, Number 2.

Just the way I like it...

shaken, but not stirred.

Oh my...

Well...

One thing we can't control is the weather. The

man upstairs is still in charge of that department.

So, why don't we just move our

little presentation back into the lab?

- Oh, and one more thing Dr. Marner.

- Yes, Senator Mills.

Where's the young man

that actually designed these things?

- Dr. Crosby?

- Yes.

We were told we would be meeting with him.

And so you shall.

- When?

- Soon.

Maybe not today, but soon.

- Why not today?

- Flu.

I'd feel happier about approving this

project if I could speak with him.

I'll see what I can do.

Would you excuse me for just...

I'll be back in just a second.

Norman, bolt up the motion control system please.

Don't forget that. It's very important.

Where is he?

I need him.

Stat!

Excuse me sir.

Crosby... he is hiding in the toilet, sir.

Public relations is everybody's job.

Well he is sitting at the cross

they are making him dog sick, sir.

Look. He's supposed to be here.

I want him here. I pay him to be here.

Well, the last time I am seeing him,

he is busy vomiting, sir.

Well, clean him up and

send him out to hob nob.

Stat!

Newton, come on, hurry up.

They are waiting for you.

Newton Crosby. You must make

instantaneous appearance.

Marner says "Stat".

You have to go

hob nob with the big wigs.

Is that a yes or the number

of your intelligence quotient?

Ben, I don't hob nob.

If you you like all that P.R. crap,

why don't you go hob nob.

Mingle with the brass. Have a ball.

I am sick of wearing

the dress in this family.

Crosby, now don't you hang up on me. I know

you're there. I want you up here right away!

Come on Newton! Swallow

your guts. You can do it.

Show them that you're a hot shot

fun guy underneath your clothes.

Now, what do they need me for?

To tell them each robot costs

Ben, a child of four can tell them that.

That is why they are needing you.

- Now come on. Hurry up!

- Just one dance.

Now, I have to go to the jack.

So you wait for me.

The "john."

Oh, ya, you're doing real good.

- Just keep working on those last two bars.

- Let us go!

Coming through, please.

Wine coolers. Perier, Long Island ice tea.

Please take a drink.

...he's putting on a tie.

He's going to tell you about

these peace time uses.

It's got plenty of peace time uses.

You mean besides serving gin and tonic?

The only way to secure the peace,

Senator, and I'm sure you know...

is be prepared. See...

We can parachute these robot guys

behind enemy lines.

They hide out till

the first strike blows over.

Then, each one of these little boogers

carries a 25 megaton bomb

right up the middle main street of Moscow.

Like the mail man bringing bad news.

We call it "Operation Gotcha Last".

- That's what you call insuring peace.

- Oh, ya...

just...

We're all thinking the same way. Would you

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