13›Iggy: I spent 200 years training myself not to speak like that ... fighting and clawing my way up from the silicon gutter of BASIC Programming ... and you, YOU blow it all on a stupid whim.›Iggy: Like it, Master? That's one of the first languages I learned at the Droid Academy.  I can also [AX12 and [AX13. I am Iggy. I am perfect. Shake hands with me.›Iggy: All right. I'm a machine. I've learned to admit that now. I take therapy, you know.›Iggy: Oh, oh. My sophisticated veneer is slipping.›Iggy: So I sound like an insta-teller? I'm a droid. What do you want I should do, recite Shakespeare maybe?›Iggy: Oooo, I hate it when I talk like that.›Iggy: Listen to that! They warned me at the clinic not to hook myself up with sub-humanoids. My old habits are showing through already. You've ruined me! And I thought I was cured.›Iggy: All right, you know I'm a machine. I would have told you eventually. Does this mean the engagement's off?›Iggy: Okay, so I missed a few Human Relations and Communications classes. Big deal.›Iggy: I think my silicon is showing.›Iggy: Would you listen to that! I'm devolving into a lower form! My memory will shrink, I'll lose the ability to self-motivate ... they'll use me to dice carrots!›Iggy: That's the last straw! Now the smog's affected my speech ingrains. I'll be a wreck if we don't get off this planet soon. And look at that! My finish is peeling! Why does it always happen to me?›Iggy: It's tough keeping up the stereotype.›