"Zorg: Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction. Look at this empty glass. (Zorg pushes the glass with his finger.) Here it is... peaceful... serene...but if it is... (Zorg pushes the glass off the table. It shatters on the floor.) Destroyed... (Small individual robots, both free-wheeling and integrated, come zipping out to clean up the mess.) Look at all these little things...so busy all of a sudden. Notice how each one is useful. What a lovely ballet, so full of form and color. So full of..life!"