Doyle: “What is it now, then?”Cordelia: “Isn’t java supposed to be a coffee?”Doyle: “Ready to abandon the the Web project?”Cordelia: “No way. We have a chance here to make contact with the millions of people out there who are glued to their computers.”Doyle: “All those millions, shunning human contact. I’ll never understand it. Call me old-fashioned, if you like, but I want to interface with a face, not a hunk of plastic and glass.”Cordelia: “Climb out of the Dark Ages, Munchkin man.”Doyle: “It’s leprechaun, and either way, I don’t appreciate the insult.
Doyle: “What is it now, then?”Cordelia: “Isn’t java supposed to be a coffee?”Doyle: “Ready to abandon the the Web project?”Cordelia: “No way. We have a chance here to make contact with the millions of people out there who are glued to their computers.”Doyle: “All those millions, shunning human contact. I’ll never understand it. Call me old-fashioned, if you like, but I want to interface with a face, not a hunk of plastic and glass.”Cordelia: “Climb out of the Dark Ages, Munchkin man.”Doyle: “It’s leprechaun, and either way, I don’t appreciate the insult.
