Portal 22011

Wheatley:
[ding sound, Wheatley reveals a potato with a device on it] Ahhh... See that? That is a potato battery. It's a toy for children. And now she lives in it.

[laughs]

GLaDOS:
I know you.

Wheatley:
Sorry, what?

GLaDOS:
The engineers tried everything to make me - behave. To slow me down. Once, they even attached an Intelligence Dampening Sphere on me. It clung to my brain like a tumor, generating an endless stream of terrible ideas.

Wheatley:
No! I'm not listening! I'm not listening!

GLaDOS:
It was YOUR voice.

Wheatley:
No! No! You're LYING! You're LYING!

GLaDOS:
Yes. You're the tumor. You're not just a regular moron. You were DESIGNED to be a moron.

Wheatley:
I am NOT! A MORON!

[Wheatley starts hitting the glass of the elevator Chell is in with the arm holding GLaDOS]

GLaDOS:
Yes you are! You're the moron they built to make me an idiot!

Wheatley:
[continues punching the glass] Well how about now? NOW WHO'S A MORON? Could a MORON PUNCH! YOU! INTO! THIS! PIT? Huh? Could a moron do THAT?

[the elevator, with Chell and GLaDOS in it, breaks completely and falls down the shaft]

Wheatley:
Uh-oh.