Cherry 2000

Honey?

Hi.

These for me?

Pretty.

- You hungry? - Yeah.

I fixed your favourite.

Would you like to open the wine?

Sure.

It's a great year.

Sorry I'm late.

Where were you? I was getting worried.

Some hot-shot tracker today brought in a big order

of spark plugs and percussion caps.

99% of which were all bunged up.

Rusted pure orange. Rusted like carrots.

Bon appétit.

Looks great.

So do you.

Thanks.

You're welcome, Sam.

Do you know that rust is an electrochemical process?

Electrochemical?

Yeah. I just learned this.

I learned something today, too.

What do these have in common, lightning rods, Fig Newtons, escalators,

ballpoint pens and Vaseline?

Vaseline?

I don't know, I give up.

They're all invented by Americans.

Who invented Vaseline?

Dessert?

Yeah.

Cherry?

What's wrong, honey? You okay?

Kiss me.

Cherry?

Well, she sure took a lot of water.

Can you fix her?

I'm sorry, kid.

Total internal meltdown.

They don't come any finer than this.

Level of response, sensitivity.

It's a thing of the past. I'm sorry.

What about her chip?

Well, you know I wouldn't let you get away without that.

You've got her basic memory right here.

Her vocal patterns, reflex action, personality.

They don't make them like this anymore.

You do know how rare and valuable this is?

Yeah. I know.

I know how it is. You're like me.

You're a romantic.

Most of these birds, they come in here, they don't care.

It's all apple pan dowdy to them.

But you and I, we both know each one of these honeys is special.

Got her own special magic, her own special way. Isn't that true?

Let me show you something. Come here.

Got to face it, Sam, this is 2017.

Even the best tracker couldn't find a Cherry in these parts.

Well what am I going to do, Slim?

It's a Cherry or nothing.

Just let me show you a couple of things.

Now, this is our Bambi 14 model.

Brand-new, never been used.

Coming up is our Cindy 990.

Strictly domestic, actually. Housework, taxes, things like that.

Below the waist, no man's land.

Now, if I read you correctly,

I think you're looking for something with a little more spunk.

Spunk isn't exactly the word. It's more a kind of...

Intangible.

Step down for a minute and gaze upon perfection,

craftsmanship, disk drive, pelvic roll.

This is when Detroit still cared.

Sam?

Sam?

Sam.

Look, give me a little time. I'll check around.

That's all I can do.

With unemployment down to 40%, the nation rounds the corner.

Salvage and recycling centers are paving the way for the future.

Just as our grandfathers' generation did,

workers today need to think twice before throwing things away.

Toaster ovens, steam irons, blow dryers. Whole families are pitching in.

The result is plain to see. A new life for household appliances...

Sectors 19 and 3 are still experiencing periodic shortages.

Please check your area for any serviceable manufacturing points.

The red zone is for magnesium and silo-carbide recyclables only.

Please have your reclamation credit form ready for processing.

Sambo!

Hey, Bill.

Sam.

5:00, champ. Closing time.

We're heading for the Glu Glu Club.

What say you tag along?

No, thanks.

- Hey, drinks are on Bill. - Hey, wait a minute.

What's the matter, Sam? You look kind of pale, you pale or something?

I hate the Glu Glu Club.

- We can go somewhere else. - The Kwik Kat Club.

- Bimbo's. - The Wink Wink. The Dotted Line.

They're all the same.

Actually, see, Bill's got a hot date with Amy Meemur.

Amy who?

Bitch on wheel.

He's been trying to land that fish for five weeks.

Come on guys, you know I'm gonna be dead weight.

Stand by, stand firm.

Strength in numbers.

You guys go on, I've got to stay here

and straighten out this extension cord situation, sector five.

Sector five?

Sector five's a lost cause.

Hey, pack it in and have a drink, pal. Working too hard.

Have two drinks.

So your robot is gone, pal.

Why don't you try some real women?

Take five. Take 10. Get away from the plant.

Okay. Let's do it.

This is it, Sam. Flesh and blood.

All you've got to do is a little paperwork,

some song and dance, and then you're home free.

Women, Sam. Real women.

Amy Meemur.

Looks hot. Let's get it down on paper.

You stick your tongue in my client's mouth and I'm gonna sue your ass off.

Deal breaker.

Hi.

This is me and Steve.

I think that's Steve...

Yeah.

I met him here last month.

You're really something.

Don't you have something to show me?

Actually, no.

What?

My card's expired.

I'm sorry.

What in the hell's the matter with you?

I mean, what are you doing if your card's expired?

I'm sorry.

Of all the stupidest goddamn things.

Asshole!

Okay. Let's see.

Talking about a standard one-night arrangement, right?

I guess. Yeah.

Right, so we'll say a dinner, complete sexual encounter,

full penetration, optional episode in the morning, right?

Just slow down.

You know, I personally thought it'd be nice.

Let me see this.

My lawyer better see this one.

For instance, the oral clause here seems a little sticky.

It's a minor point, we can work it out in bed.

Hey, you work it out in bed, 'cause I'm not gonna be there!

No deal, no feel!

Hi, honey.

These for me? Pretty.

You hungry? I fixed your favourite.

I learned something today, too.

What do these have in common, lightning rods, Fig Newtons, escalators,

ballpoint pens and Vaseline?

Dessert?

I'm sorry, kid. Total internal meltdown.

Bingo, Sam, I heard of a tracker who'll go into Zone 7.

He'll get you a Cherry, same make right down to the year and model number,

right down to the eyelashes.

You stick in her memory chip, and you got your girl back

exactly the way you had her before.

Now, there's a tracker bar out of Glory Hole.

Drive out there, find a tracker named Johnson.

Good luck, Sam. You're gonna need it.

I'd like a room for the night. The name's Treadwell.

That'll be $1.50 for the night.

We run clean place, we like things quiet.

The rule is, you can't bring robots in after 11:00.

All right.

We got big selection of Freds and Johns and Marilyns,

so you don't have to go dragging no-one in here.

Have you got any Cherries?

Cherries?

Where you come from?

Jeez! Not again.

Damn thing's busted.

Whatever happened to pride in workmanship?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Better be good.

I want to talk to E. Johnson about a job.

Who are you?

Sam Treadwell from Anaheim.

I'm E. Johnson.

Excuse me.

I think I made a mistake.

What the...

I grew up in the Zone, mister.

I've been a guide in the territory since I was a kid.

I can distinguish between poisonous and non-poisonous reptiles

and I know the roads.

I used to ride with Six-Fingered Jake when he had all his digits.