Keith: I wish that none of us had to drive.
[fantasy:]
Car: We are cruising at a comfortable speed, Dr. Dorian, and should arrive ahead of schedule. Could you possibly do me a small favor?
J.D.: Of course, Jonathan 3000.
Car: Could you rub that spot, off my dashboard?
J.D.: You've got it, pal.
Car: Oh, yeah! Just like that.
J.D.: All right.
Car: That's the stuff, you bitch!
[reality:]
J.D.: It can get lonely on the road, even for computers.