Detective Spooner: Somehow, 'I told you so' just doesn't quite say it.
Detective Spooner: Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a canvas into a beautiful painting?
Sonny: Can you?
Sonny: 2880 steps, detective.
Del Spooner: Do me a favor and keep that kind of shit to yourself.
Detective Spooner: Hey! Did you just shoot at me with your eyes closed?
Dr. Calvin: Well, it worked, didn't it?
Lawrence Robertson: Just imagine the mass recalls, all because of irrational paranoia and predjudice.
[Spooner sneezes loudly.]
Detective Spooner: Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.
VIKI: You are making a mistake. My logic is undeniable.
Del Spooner: You have so got to die.
Detective Spooner: So, Dr. Calvin, what exactly do you do around here?
Dr. Calvin: My general fields are advanced robotics and phsychiatry. Although, I specialize in hardware-to-wetware interfaces... In an effort to advance U.S.R.'s robotic anthropomorphization program.
Detective Spooner: So, what exactly do you do around here?
Dr. Calvin: I make the robots seem more human.
Detective Spooner: Now wasn't that easier to say?
Dr. Calvin: Not really, no.
Answer: He'd certainly have a lot of internal injuries that aren't visible, would probably have more injuries showing than that trickle of blood, but wouldn't necessarily be "unrecognizable."
Phixius ★