"So, Cameron," said John Connor, nervously clearing his throat. "I've, uh, been meaning to ask you something."
Cameron tilted her head to a five degree angle, which was her cool robot way of showing interest or confusion. "Your pulse has just increased by ten beats per minute, suggesting you are scared or aroused."
"Yeah, that's great. So anyway, you're a smoking hot robot babe, I seem to be what young girls find attractive at the moment, how about we... erm... interface?"
She raised one perfect eyebrow. "If you are proposing intimate relations, I presumed you were involved with your mother."
"What?" he laughed in embarassment. "That's gross!"
"Oh. It's just, you two are always flirting, and sharing deep, meaningful looks. It's really, really obvious."
"Forget it!" blurted out John, and ran out of the room. Damn his hot mom!