friend.
That's him?
He's a robot.
He's the star of our circus.
A robot?!
Well, it's gonna be real hard to feed him, we don't have a gas pump.
He doesn't eat, you wind him up.
Hey hey, what you got against my brother, pick on someone your own size!
I said someone your own size!
Hey hey, you touch him and I'll wreck you!
He's not going to do anything to him, he likes children.
Raw or cooked?
To play with.
Huh, so he's a singer? Doesn't look it, got a cold face.
I'm starting to think maybe this is a lady robot.
You're quite charming.
And you, are you single, married, what? Don't tell me you swing the other way...
Single? Married? What's that?
No way, you mean to tell me they don't get married where you're from?
Honestly, we don't understand you.
It's the simplest thing, a person gets married when theres love.
Love?
Now you're gonna tell me you don't know what love is?
You're pullin my-
Torr, you who know everything, tell me: what is love?
Love: That word is not registered. The people of my planet did not know it.
Perhaps that is why they disappeared.
Ask him.
I order to you to tell me what love is when you wake up.
leg. But to show you you're not getting to me I'll explain.
Talking about love is always interesting.
And once in a while it leads to other things, if ya know what I mean.
Let's just put a 20 in the juke to set the mood.
Hey Chuy! Where's that 20 with the string? The one you can yank back?
How should I know? Why dont you use a real one and stop being so cheap?
Me, cheap? What'd you do with the 20 I gave you last month?
Bet you spent it along with the one with the string and you didn't
even give me the string back.
Well, hurts my heart a bit, but here goes.
Now the explanation.
If your lips ask me
 the definition of love
my words tumble and can't spell out passion's flame
Well, it's not gonna be eloquent, but pay attention anyway.
and love is always between two, because with more its just a fling
and perdition.
If there's a girl
with her hands in the cookie jar
thinking she's so clever and flitting hither and thither
 what does she know of passion?
It's kind of like how when you and I met and we hit it right off.
Well, maybe not from there to here, but from here to there for sure.
And then one talks to the other and asks "Why don't you take me seriously?
This is serious" and thats how it starts.
and love is always between two,
because between three, well now, thats just french
Well, in France they fix things very prettily, kisses everywhere,
not here, its always bullets.
Not that I'm afraid of bullets though, I'm just afraid of the holes they make.
to the church with expectancy
to the altar with fantasies
we tell the preacher that we're gonna get married
he gives us his blessing.
And then?
Well, then, uh, well, uh, there's the wedding night..
Chuy, cover your ears!
Well, uh, then comes the kids, some look like, me, some like you,
well, not specifically you, uh, you know, what do you think?
And for that you have to see someone to get permission?
Well, you can do it without permission, it's
just sort of frowned upon around these parts.
And how does this desire between two people manifest itself?
I imagine that to ask for permission it has to be worth it...
Of course! It all begins with a look, and then one gets closer...
Chuy! Go see if the pig gave birth!
The one who's gonna give birth ain't the pig!
Where were we?
When he gets closer.
Ah, the good spot.
Well, one gets closer...
Interesting discovery.
Lady, control yourself! That sort of thing is given, not taken!
I like this man! I ask for permission to keep him.
I don't have the authorization to do that.
We have to take him to Venus and let the Council decide.
But we could take others. This one's mine.
Beta, didn't you listen? Love is voluntary here, no one grant it but him.
He'll be mine