Palmer: (pushes Willie aside) Bleh, bleh, bleh. Step aside, talking brochure. Just looking for a cocktail waitress. And by (bleep), I mean mine. And by tail, I mean hers...
(A service robot shows up with cocktails)
Service Robot: Would you like a Mojito?
Palmer: (Disappointed) Great... (robot was about to leave) w-w-w-whoa! I didn't say leave!