Okay, first off, I am currently a human adult, to the best of my knowledge, so you can--you can stop that.

[He's not even sure why he's offended at his lack of stature and substance. It's possible that he understands the whole conceit of this car is that this is who he would be, if he were a normal human adult, and Wheatley doesn't like that person one bit. Having someone else point out the general pathetic-ness of this body only aggravates him further.]

Yeah, uh, they never got me either, so. Obviously we're geniuses. If you can locate the door, try and bust it open. Be my guest. Thinking I might like to see that, to be honest.