[Galatea is forcefully throwing large suitcases of equipment onto a stack]
Rupert Burns:
Galatea, could you be a little more careful? That's very delicate equipment.
Galatea:
[sarcastically]
Sorry.
[Galatea picks up another large suitcase and drops it]
Rupert Burns:
[shocked]
What are you doing?
Galatea:
[annoyed]
Near as I can tell, your bitch work!
Rupert Burns:
My what?
Galatea:
[very annoyed]
Oh you heard me! And I'm sick of it! All day long it's, "Yes Rupert, sir! No Rupert, sir! Would you like another beverage Rupert sir?" And it chaps my ass! So here's a helpful hint for you: SHUT UP AND LET ME DO MY WORK!
[Galatea menacingly points at Rupert with both robotic index fingers and knocks over the remaining suitcases as Rupert frantically searches his pockets for Galatea's personality chip which Andrew had secretly removed]
Galatea:
[casually]
I'm done.
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