In the lab, before Sonny jumped us... Sonny? The robot. Your calling the robot Sonny? No,...

Detective Del Spooner: [entering Calvin's office room] In the lab, before Sonny jumped us... Susan Calvin: [interrupts] Sonny? Detective Del Spooner: The robot. Susan Calvin: Your calling the robot Sonny? Detective Del Spooner: No, it did. The robot did. I didn't care, the robot said it was Sonny. In the lab, there was a cott. I'm asking you, did you see the cott? Susan Calvin: I've slept in my office. Detective Del Spooner: I went to Dr. Lanning's home, it looked like he hasn't been in there in weeks, and I saw that same survailence strip on the ceiling. Susan Calvin: Lanning had his home security system linked to USR. It made his life more convenient. Detective Del Spooner: Maybe, maybe someone in USR was using those systems to watch him. Maybe even, keep him prisoner. Susan Calvin: What are you talking about, who? Detective Del Spooner: Maybe Lanning was onto something. Maybe, there's a bigger problem with the robots, and Robertson is trying to cover it up. Susan Calvin: Humoring you for no reason, why? Detective Del Spooner: [becoming annoyed] The same old why, how much money is there in robots? All I know is, that poor old man was in trouble, and I'm sick and tired of doing this shit by myself. You're on the inside, and you're going to help me find out what is wrong with these robots. Susan Calvin: [not believing a word Spooner is saying] You "want" something to be wrong with them. This is a personal vendetta. Detective Del Spooner: You're putting me on the couch? Alright. [sits on the desk chair] Susan Calvin: One defected machine is not enough for you. You need them all to be bad. You don?t care about doctor Lanning's death. This is about, the robots and, for whatever reason you hate them so much. Detective Del Spooner: [gets up from the chair] Well, let's see. One of them put a gun in my face, another tore a building down with me still inside. Susan Calvin: [checks her robot monitor device] Demolition was schedualed for 8 PM this evening. Detective Del Spooner: It was 8 AM tomorrow, and I don't give a shit what that thing says. Susan Calvin: You are burdening on non-clinical paranoia. Detective Del Spooner: [getting angry, but trying to remain calm] You are the "dumbest" smart person, I have ever met in my life! What makes your robots so perfect? What makes them so much... goddamn better than human beings? Susan Calvin: [snapping back] Well, they're not irrational or... potentially homicidal maniacs for starters! Susan Calvin: [sarcastically] That is true. They are definitely rational.

When we were in Lanning's lab before Sonny jumped us- - Sonny. - The robot. -You're calling the robot Sonny? - No, I'm -- It did. Sonny did. I didn't -- I didn't care. The robot said it was Sonny. In the lab, there was a cot. I'm asking you, did you see the cot? - I've slept in my office. - When I went to his house ... it looked like he hadn't been there in weeks. And I saw that same surveillance strip on his ceiling. Lanning linked his home systems to U.S.R. It made his life more convenient. Maybe ... somebody at U.S.R. was using those systems to watch him. Maybe even keep him prisoner. What are you talking about? Who? Maybe Lanning was onto something. Maybe there's a bigger problem with the robots, and Robertson is trying to cover it up. Humoring you for no reason -- Why? The same old why. How much money is there in robots? All I know is that old man was in trouble. And I'm getting sick of doing this shit by myself. You're on the inside, and you are going to help me find out what is wrong with these robots. You want something to be wrong with them. This is a personal vendetta. You're putting me on the couch? Let -- I'm -- Okay. I'm on the couch. One defective machine's not enough. You need them all to be bad. You don't care about Lanning's death. This is about the robots and whatever reason you hate them so much. Well, let's see. One of them put a gun in my face. And another one tore a building down with me inside. It says demolition was scheduled for 8:00 p.m. this evening. It was 8:00 a.m. tomorrow, and I don't give a shit what that thing says. This is bordering on clinical paranoia. You are the dumbest smart person ... - I have ever met in my life! - Nice. What makes your robot so perfect? What makes them so much goddamned better than humans beings? Well, they're not irrational and potentially homicidal maniacs, for starters. That's true. They are definitely rational. Oh. You are the dumbest dumb person I have ever met. Or is it because they're cold ... and emotionless and they don't feel anything? It's because they're safe. It's because they can't hurt you. - Is everything all right, ma'am? - What do you want? I detected elevated stress patterns in your voice. Everything's fine. Detective Spooner was just leaving. You know what, Doc? We're not really that different from one another. - Is that so? - Yeah. One look at the skin and we figure we know just what's underneath. And you're wrong. The problem is I do care. You are in danger. Get the hell outta there. The future begins today, ladies and gentlemen ... with the arrival of the NS-5. More sophisticated, more intelligent and, of course, Three Laws safe. With daily uplinks, your new robot will never be out of communication with U.S.R. And will be the perfect companion for business or home. Trade in your NS-4 for a bigger, better and brighter future. But hurry, this offer cannot last. Available from U.S.R. Baby, what happened to your face? Did that boy Frank Murphy beat you up again? Gigi, I haven't seen Frank Murphy since third grade. Oh, baby. He beat you so bad. I think about it all the time. Well, I'm thinking you keep making these pies this good ... I might have to mess around and put you to work. So, you like the pie, huh? - Mm-hmm. - You can come in now. Hello, Detective Spooner. I won, Del. I won the lottery. We've been cooking like crazy. You gotta get rid of that thing, Gigi. It's not safe. Baby, you get too worked up about them, too full of fear.