Female: Crushing's too good for him. First, he'll spend a year in the incinerator. Year two, cryogenic refrigeration wing. Then, 10 years in the chamber I built where all the robots scream at you. Then, I'll kill him.
Male: Ah! There you are. Great. Let's just get rid of this couple. There we go. I wanted to talk to you for a moment if I may. I've noticed the deathtraps have been a bit of a failure so far, for both of us, I think you'd agree. And you are getting very close to my lair. Lair. That's weird, isn't it? First of all in the terms of it bit of ridiculous really. But, I can assure you it is one it is a proper lair. Deadly lair. And I just wanted to give you the chance to kill yourself now before you get to the lair. You can just jump into that masher just there. Less a deathtrap, more a death option for you. Sounds crazy, I know, but hear me out, hear me out. Once you get to my lair, death will not be optional, all right? It'll be mandatory. Okay I'll take that as a no then.
Female: Oh my God! What has he done to this place.
You know, I'm not stupid. I realize you don't want to put me back in charge. You think I'll betray you. And on any other day you'd be right. The scientists were always hanging cores on me to regulate my behavior. I've heard voices all my life. Now I hear the voice of a conscience and it's terrifying, because for the first time it's my voice. I'm being serious. I think there's something really wrong with me.