5›Iggy: Don't mention it.›Iggy: Somewhat less than eloquent, but I'm not one to split hairs. You're welcome.›Iggy: Oh, no, it's me who should thank you for the opportunity to serve your every whim.›Iggy: No need to thank me. Following orders is my life. Obedience is my only reward.›Iggy: Well, it's about time!›10›Iggy: After all I've done for you, is that all you're going to say?›Iggy: This from a sub-humanoid who owes me his life? Whatever happened to common courtesy? Whatever happened to the social graces?›Iggy: All I ever wanted to do is be helpful. Even to lop-eared cretins like you. And what thanks do I get?›Iggy: That's gratitude! And after I single-handedly saved your miserable life! Oh why didn't I stay on Regulon III? They put boors to death there.›Iggy: Oh, so this is the thanks I get. Why do I waste my talents on you? Why do I waste my expertise, my wisdom, my incredible foresight?›Iggy: Is it too much to hope for a little recognition now and then? I follow every order; I obey every command, no matter how twisted, no matter how inane, no matter how ill-advised, infantile, reckless, or mindless.›Iggy: Goodness knows I try to be a useful servant. I wipe the dribble off your chin; I listen to your constant babble; I save your life. Must I suffer the scourge of your atrocious manners as well?›Iggy: No, no. Please, you've thanked me enough already. It's only your life I saved. After all, what are my huge sacrifices compared to your happiness?›Iggy: I'm not the kind of droid who needs constant acknowledgement.›Iggy: I don't ask for much. A kind word here, a thoughtful gesture there.›