Portal 22011

Cave Johnson:
[Cave Johnson died long before the events of the game. Chell and GLaDOS are listening to his last recorded words, a message for his human test subjects, which he made while he was deathly ill] All right, I've been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade!

GLaDOS:
Yeah.

Cave Johnson:
Make life take the lemons back!

GLaDOS:
Yeah!

Cave Johnson:
Get Mad!

GLaDOS:
Yeah!

Cave Johnson:
I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?

GLaDOS:
Yeah, take the lemons!

Cave Johnson:
Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!

GLaDOS:
Oh, I like this guy.

Cave Johnson:
I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that'll burn your house down!

GLaDOS:
Burn it down! Burning people. He says what we're all thinking.

Cave Johnson:
[sickly cough] The point is, if we can store music on a compact disc, why can't we store a man's inteligence and personality on one? So I have the engineers figuring that one out right now. Brain mapping, artificial inteligence - we should've been working on it thirty years ago. And I will say this, and I'm gonna say it on tape so everybody will hear it a hundred times a day: If I die before you people can pour me in to a computer, I want Caroline to run this place.

[another sickly cough]

Cave Johnson:
Now she'll argue. She'll say she can't do it. She's modest like that. But you make her! Hell, put her in my computer. I don't care.

[another sickly cough]

Cave Johnson:
All right, test's over. You can head on back to your desk.

GLaDOS:
Goodbye, sir.