Breya: Ennesby, we have a problem that I think only you can solve.
Ennesby: It's about time you realized my true worth.
Breya: They want us to fill out this 300-page form, but won't let us use a computer.
Ennesby: I resent that! I am NOT a computer!
Ennesby: I am a state-of-the-art...
Breya: Artificial intelligence. I know that. And you can fill this out faster than any of us can.
Breya: Don't think of it as menial paperwork. Think of it as a blow in the fight against bureaucracy.
Ennesby: I'd rather blow bureaucracy with my maser.