Er, Monty Python.
Q: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
M: Well, I was told outside that...
Q: Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
M: What?
Q: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
M: Look, I CAME HERE FOR AN ARGUMENT, I'm not going to just stand...!!
Q: OH, oh I'm sorry, but this is abuse.
M: Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
Q: Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.
M: Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
Q: Not at all.
M: Thank You.
(Under his breath) Stupid git!!
Yes sir, the Dell. Lovely cables on the Dell
The cables don’t enter into it. This is a dead computer.
I’m afraid you are mistaken sir, it is merely sleeping.
Look, I know a dead computer when I see one (picks up the mouse and speaks into it) “hello mister computer. Wakey wakey!”
It’s not dead, it’s just pining for the Ganges
Aha, you are in India!