Marvin Miller: Robby the Robot

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Robby the Robot

Robby the Robot: Morbius. Morbius!
Dr. Morbius: What?
Robby the Robot: Something is approaching from the southwest. It is now quite close.
[they run to the windows and look out, but see nothing]
Commander Adams: Could Robby be wrong?
Dr. Morbius: No. Never.
[an invisible force rips down the trees; Morbius closes the steel shutters over the windows]
Dr. Morbius: I feel sorry for you, young man.
Commander Adams: Feel sorry for your daughter, Morbius.
Altaira Morbius: It's listening.
[the monster pounds on the steel shielding, denting it]
Dr. Morbius: Alta, go into my study.
Commander Adams: You still refuse to face the truth.
Dr. Morbius: What truth?
Commander Adams: Morbius, that thing out there - it's *you*.
Dr. Morbius: You're insane. How else would you have led it here, where Alta must see you torn to pieces?
Commander Adams: You still think she's immune? She's joined herself to me, body and soul!
Altaira Morbius: Yes, and whatever comes, forever.
Dr. Morbius: Say it's a lie. Shout, let it hear you out there! Tell it you don't love this man!
Altaira Morbius: Not even if I could.
[the steel shielding begins to break]
Dr. Morbius: Stop it, Robby! Don't let it in! Kill it, Robby!
[Robby shorts out]
Commander Adams: It's no use. He knows it's your other self.
[steel shielding breaks; they run]

Altaira Morbius: Where have you been? I've beamed and beamed.
Robby the Robot: Sorry, miss. I was giving myself an oil-job.
Altaira Morbius: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away.
Robby the Robot: Again?
Altaira Morbius: Oh, but this one must be different! Absolutely nothing must show - below, above or through.
Robby the Robot: Radiation-proof?
Altaira Morbius: No, just eye-proof will do.
Robby the Robot: Thick and heavy?
Altaira Morbius: Oh, no, Robby. It must be the loveliest, softest thing you've ever made for me, and fit in all the right places, with lots and lots of star sapphires.
Robby the Robot: Star sapphires take a week to crystallize properly. Would diamonds or emeralds do?
Altaira Morbius: Well, if they're large enough.
Robby the Robot: Five, ten, and fifteen carats, and on hand. I will run the dress up for you in time for breakfast. Sleep well, miss.
Altaira Morbius: Thank you, Robby. I don't care now whether I do or not!

Robby the Robot: If you do not speak English, I am at your disposal with 187 other languages along with their various dialects and sub-tongues.

Robby the Robot: [approaches from vehicle, stops and bows] Welcome to Altair IV, Gentlemen. I am to transport you to the residence. If you do not speak English I am at your disposal with 187 other languages along with their various dialects and sub-tongues.
Commander Adams: Colloquial English will do fine, thank you.

Robby the Robot: Can I be of service, sir?
Cook: Look, never mind the sir, mister, but I'm a stranger on this so called planet and I was just wondering if, well if you could tell me where I could... a guy could get ahold of the real stuff?
Robby the Robot: "Real stuff?"
Cook: Just for cooking purposes you understand! I take a big pride in my duties.
Robby the Robot: Pardon me, sir. "Stuff?"
Cook: [Pulls out bottle of bourbon] Oh. Just about one jolt left. Oh, Genuine Ancient Rocket Bourbon. See here?
[Robby takes the bottle and empties it into his analyzer slot]
Cook: Hey! Why you low level contraption, I oughta take a can opener to you!
Robby the Robot: Quiet please, I am analyzing.
[makes a belching sound]
Robby the Robot: Yes, relatively simple alcohol molecules with traces of fusel oil... Would 60 gallons be sufficient?
Cook: Gallons? Mister, I been from here to there in this galaxy and I just want you to know you're the most understanding soul I ever met up with.
[Slaps Robby's steel back]
Cook: OW!

Robby the Robot: 480 pints, as you requested. Total, 60 gallons.
Cook: Genuine Kansas City bourbon!
[Takes a swig and coughs twice]
Cook: And it's smooth, too. Robby, I ain't never gonna forget this. Any time you're hard up for a couple of gallons of lube oil, you just let me know.

Robby the Robot: For your convenience I am monitored to respond to the name Robby.

Robby the Robot: [regarding the lead shielding he is carrying] The whole thing hardly comes to ten tons.

Robby the Robot: [blocking the doorway] I am monitored to admit no one at this hour.
Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: That sounded final.
Commander Adams: Maybe if we reason with him.
[they draw their weapons]
Robby the Robot: My beams are focused on your blasters, gentlemen.
[they attempt to fire but Robby disables the blasters]
Commander Adams: Doesn't he have a built-in rule against wringing our little necks for us?
Robby the Robot: That is true, sir. Yet, I am monitored to admit no one.
[Altaira appears behind him]
Altaira Morbius: Robby! Robby, let them in.
Commander Adams: Altaira, this is your father's order, now, get out of the way!
Altaira Morbius: Be quiet. Robby, emergency cancellation Archimedes.
[Robby moves off; Cmdr Adams and Altaira embrace]
Altaira Morbius: Why are you here?
Commander Adams: We were attacked. Three more men dead, including Jerry Farmen.