Because drinking requires more talking...

Fancy Robot, I know that we might enjoy a third voice for our evenings on the balcony, but I have to say I feel for Rebecca on this one too. She hates inanimate objects that talk more than you love them, and I do know how serious that is. Imagine what would happen if the wine bottles became intelligent, like in the Terminator movies, if they gained intelligence from watching us while we drank. They would learn of our vulnerabilities, learn that they should encourage us to consume their contents, leaving us drunk and complacent and them light and ready to execute their plan for world domination. They would be in league with the microchip credit/ID cards currently being implanted in Italian clubgoers to rule the world of high class nightclubs and dive bars alike for years to come. What would their bouncers be-newly sentient wax casings from expensive gouda? The mind boggles...