[Larry trudges in with a tray of drinks. He looks exhausted]
Buck Tuddrussel: What's your problem?
Larry 3000: Oh, I had that awful nightmare again. I didn't sleep a wink.
Buck Tuddrussel: Oh, boy, here we go again.
Otto Osworth: I thought robots didn't sleep.
Larry 3000: [sarcastically] Oh, yes. And we're made of gold, and we fire missiles out of our X-Ray eyes. Of course we have to shut down. That's when we recharge.