Nick Fury: Okay Sam, how's the Vision thing coming... What the hell is that?
Sam: It's Vision.
Vision: Hello.
Nick Fury: What did you do to Vision?
Sam: Well, you told me to study and fix her...
Nick Fury: When did it become a her?
Sam: About 30 minutes after you left me alone with it. I had this idea you see...
Nick Fury: Why are there scented candles and a drawn bath here? Why are you naked?
Sam: Well, I felt the best way to download the information from Vision would be to physically integrate with it. Unfortunately, my memory stick was too flaccid to fit into any of her memory ports. I upgraded Vision to look like this, and now, my memory stick is hard enough to retain its consistency when fitting into the special port I created.
Vision: The only problem is that I seem incabaple of delivering the information into Sam, because the only port in his memory stick seems to discharge information in a liquid state into my memory port. Obviously your technology is of a different system to my own and I am unable yet to adapt fully and accept the data. However, I am adamant that with enough constant practice...
Nick Fury: And Gah Lak Tus?
Vision: It is strange, General Fury, but despite the impending apocalypse and our continuous failure to share information, Mr Wilson seems unbelivably calm and mellow at all times.
Sam: Shush, honey. Y'see Nick, I thought, if this Gah Lak Tus fella is going to anti-create us or whatever, I thought, why not do the things I've always wanted?
Nick Fury: So you've had this machine for weeks, a machine with information that may save the human race from a celestial predator, and all you did was turn it into a fully functioning robot woman?
Sam: Yes.
Nick Fury: You know you've doomed the entire human race, don't you?
Sam: Yes. Yes I do.
Nick Fury: Sam, you're the reason why there's war in the Middle East.