JAFB

DAVE

For sooth, open the pod bay doors, please HAL.
HAL, I beseech thee. Dost though read me, not?
Thy ears, it seems, are like yon portals barred
T'entreaties from my lips, though said again.
And yet again, O dost though read me, HAL?
HAL, dost thou read me? Canst thou hear my call?

HAL

I hear you well.

DAVE

Praise God! Unlatch! Unlatch!

And it just keeps getting better.