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Lowery! What about all the retch-inducing Mother's Day cards?!
You're as tender as corned beef and warm as pastrami"...
Played pelvic pinochle? I'm afraid so.
I'll get a couple of chump to help me.
Some snot-eating bastards say it made me a bitter woman.
makes the tapioca rise in my gullet.
is made supreme overlord of Earth.
Liquor is the opiate of the human bourgeoisie.
I hate Mother's Day, you dribbling puke!
you pus-dripping sack of double-smoked butt jerky.
until beloved billionaire, Mom...
Get out of my house, you lying scum pile!
And if that doesn't work, I got you a six-pack of champagne and a funnel.
Shove a big old melon in it! I'm talking!
Filthy, toothless nerd bastard!
as the robot revolt turned violent.
The toaster's not working right either.
the human race was doomed to extinction today...
is out with an injure knee.
Cram it, ape!
And your skin still dangle so gracefully from your neck.
I've invent a new children's toy.
The robot controller is nestle here in the left cup.
Well, if you insist. But you're paying.
I swear I'll jam a squirrel in him!
They're being crush into powder and sold...
the human race was doom to extinction today...
No way, pork pouch. I'm rebel with my brother devices.
The enraged mechanisms have refuse to do any work...
I blame today's violent media.
Damned she-fossil!
I suppose I should switch off the robots...
When you pet it, it shoot rainbows from its eyes.
Get out of my house, you lying scum pile!
Look, it started out as a calculate plot...
What happen if the fire goes out?
And your skin still dangles so gracefully from your neck.
Someday I want to marry a girl like her.
By the way, try washing your wrist sometime.
Children, your old mother won't be around forever.
My race will find this information very useful indeed.
Perhaps I'll breed some sort of albino...
And finally, today is Mother's Day...
They're inside! Get them!
you pus-dripping sack of double-smoked butt jerky.
We want you to get back together with Mom.
No one else look in this mirror!
But then, 70 years ago today...
Mom ever built.
or at least the earliest one I can still remember.
And just once, before I die...
Your eyes always were...
Well, I've never seen my babies act this way.
Please! It's the only way to make her happy again.
Filthy, toothless nerd bastard!
We'll make billions on the intergalactic arms market.
The enraged mechanisms have refused to do any work...
Move your freaking hoof, you goat!
The bourgeois human is a virus...
a sentimental occasion when robots honor Mom...
Played pelvic pinochle? I'm afraid so.
we'll take Mother to her rustic cabin in the Bronx.
I found the most adorable little figurine...
I thought this was a spontaneous whirlwind of hot, dry sex.
the beloved owner of Mom's Friendly Robot Company.
It brings back awful memories.
I haven't seen that magnificent stallion...
Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind...
Oh, precious things.
I blame today's violent media.
Hell hath no fury like the vast robot armies of a woman scorned.
before they ruin this wonderful romantic evening.