- Blanky: [the appliances have just met Wittgenstein who is sick] He sure needs a blanket to keep him warm.
- [Wittgenstein sneezes causing the appliances to be blown back]
- Lampy: You should take something for that cold.
- Wittgenstein: [groaning] It's more than a cold. It's a... .. a... A virus.
- [He sneezes again]
- Wittgenstein: and when i get a virus, it spreads everywhere.
- Radio: [alarmed] run for the hills!
- Wittgenstein: Not to you. It only happens if you're online.
- Blanky: Am I online?
- Toaster: I don't think so.
- Wittgenstein: None of you are sophisticated enough, I mean compatible enough to be plugged into me.
- Lampy: Oh really? Well, Mr. Hot Stuff, Mr. Stuff That's Hot, if you're so state of the art, what are you doing down here in cold storage?
- Wittgenstein: Nobody wants old Wittgenstein anymore. I'm utterly useless, you see? Outmoded.
- Toaster: How long have you been down here?
- Wittgenstein: Four trillion, nine hundred ninety-nine billion, four hundred fifty million, eight hundred fifty-two thousand, three hundred twelve nanoseconds. Ever since that awful day when... when... when transistors were invented. I've seen it all.