"Deploying surprise in 5, 4 —
*clunk* — time out for a second. That wasn't supposed to happen. Do you see that thing that fell out of me? What is that? It's not the surprise; I've never seen it before. Never mind, it's a mystery I'll solve later...
by myself. Because you'll be dead."
"Maybe you should marry that thing since you love it so much. Do you want to marry it? WELL I WON'T LET YOU! How does that feel?"
"That thing is probably some kind of raw sewage container. Go ahead and rub your face all over it."
"I'll tell you what that thing isn't: it isn't yours. So leave it alone."
"Have I lied to you? I mean, in this room? Trust me, leave that thing alone."
"
You are kidding me. Did you just stuff that Aperture Science Thing-We-Don't-Know-What-It-Does into an Aperture Science Emergency Intelligence Incinerator?
That has got to be the dumbest thing that — whoa,
whoa,
whoaaa,
WHOAAAAA..."
"That thing you burned up isn't important to me, it's the fluid catalytic cracking unit. It made shoes for orphans.
Nice Job Breaking It, Hero."