Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Gypsy:
Crow?

Crow T. Robot:
Yes?

Gypsy:
I don't get you!

Crow T. Robot:
Oh.

Gypsy:
Are you mad?

Crow T. Robot:
[gruffly] NO! [normal] No.

Gypsy:
Good. Because I want to like you, but I just don't understand where you're coming from.

Crow T. Robot:
Sure... Uh... What's not to get, though Gypsy? I just am. I hang out.

Gypsy:
Ohh. Oh. I know. It's just that, well, you know, I don't really get you.

Crow T. Robot:
Well, okay... Maybe I can help. To start with, uh, I'm a robot. I use cyber-based bubble memory. Is THAT what's confusing you?

Gypsy:
Uhh... No.

Crow T. Robot:
Is it that I work off UNIX and can use a variety of operating systems?

Gypsy:
Uhh... I guess that's a start...

Crow T. Robot:
Well... I've undergone a complex personal evolution wherein painful confusion has given way to what I like to think of as some degree of wisdom culminating in my current Zarasthustrian sense of self. Is that it?

Gypsy:
Nooo... If that helps you, its good, but...

Crow T. Robot:
Gypsy! I don't know what... Is it that I often panic when making sandwiches?

Gypsy:
Yeah! Well maybe its that kind of thing...

Crow T. Robot:
Is it that I smell conspiracy in everything and I don't know what I mean most of the time?

Gypsy:
Uh, that's perhaps a small piece of the puzzle... but...

Crow T. Robot:
Gypsy... Is it an odor?

Gypsy:
No. Well... No. Well... maybe it's TOM I don't get!

Crow T. Robot:
[losing it] Ohhhh brother! Like a Zippo lighter without any flint!