Man: Alright I've been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life! Take the lemons back. Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?
Woman: Yeah, take the lemons.
Man: Demand to see life's manager. Make life rue the day it thought he could give Cave Johnson lemons. Do yo know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down with the lemons...
Woman: Oh I like this guy.
Man: I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down.
Woman: Burn your house down. Burning people, he says what we're all thinking.
Man: The point is, if we can store music on a compact disk, why can't we store a man's intelligence and personality on one? So I have the engineers figuring that out now. Brain mapping, artificial intelligence we should have been working on thirty years ago. I will say this and I'm gonna say it on tape so everybody hears it a hundred times a day. If I die before you people can pour me into a computer, I want Caroline to run this place. Now she'll argue, she'll say she can't. She's modest like that, but you make her. Now put her in my computer, I don't care. Alright, test over. You can head on back to your desk.
Woman: Good bye, sir.