Malcolm: Um, the guys want their blueprints back.
Hal: Oh, yeah, they're over there. I've gone way past that. Hey, picture this. A laser-guided bee cannon. Bees shot out with the precision of a laser.
Malcolm: How would that hurt a robot?
Hal: Oh, come on, think. It's not for the robot. It's for the guy controlling the robot. [laughs] Buzz, zap! You're going home with a plaque or ribbon or whatever crappy award they give you for winning.
Stevie: This... will end... badly.
Hal: There we go. [dog howls] [Hal howls] I hear you, old fella! [chuckles] You're not alone. [howls]