Hey Freddy.
When this is all over we should have a big bonfire and burn every American’s birth certificate.
Right Q?
The General:
Number Twelve: You don't believe it. A university-level degree in three minutes.
Number Six: It's improbable.
Number Twelve: But not impossible.
Number Six: Nothing's impossible in this place.
Number Twelve: You'll find the Professor most interesting.
Number Six: Would I?
Number Twelve: With an extraordinary range of knowledge.
Number Six: The only subject I'm interested in is getting away from this place.
Number Twelve: Exactly.
Number Six: Who are you?
Number Twelve: A cog in the machine.
Number Twelve: I'll fix it, Number Six, so that you become aware that deliberate destruction of official property is a most serious offense. I must recommend the, the full penalty.
Number Six: Which is?
Number Twelve: It could be imprisonment, could be a fine.
Number Six: I'll take the fine.
Number Twelve: Yes, I thought you might.
Number Two: Allow me to introduce .. The General. All the professor's own work; he gave birth to it and loves it with a passionate love, probably hates it even more. That mass of circuits, my dear fellow, is as revolutionary as nuclear fission. No more wastage in schools: there's no more tedious learning by rote. A brilliantly devised course, delivered by a leading teacher, subliminally learned, checked, and corrected by an infallible authority. And what have we got?
Number Six: A row of cabbages!
Number Two: Indeed - knowledgeable cabbages.
Number Two: [after Number Six stumped the machine, causing it to self destruct] What was the question?
Number Six: It's insoluble, to man or machine.
Number Two: What was it?
Number Six: W - H - Y - Question mark.
Number Two: "Why?"
Number Six: "Why?"
Nonsense. You are a tremendous worhy.
>> Is this just a bunch of banter to make Q followers look like crazies?<<
No.
That is confined to here.
Are you number 6?
Kek.
Used to be we would keep on lighting them up until 2 or 3 injuries. I guess that was then…