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Robots is a 2005 American computer-animated comedy film produced by Blue Sky Studios for 20th Century Fox, and was released theatrically on March 11, 2005. The story was created by Chris Wedge and William Joyce, a children's book author/illustrator. The two were trying to create a film version of Joyce's book Santa Calls but instead they came up with a movie about robots. Joyce served as producer and production designer for the film.


  • Just stick with me, kid. I know this town like the back of my hand. (sees something on his hand) Hey, that's new! (gets blown off his feet by a giant hammer)

Aunt Fanny[edit]

  • Say hello to my dimpled friend!


  • See a need, fill a need!


  • Why be you when you can be new?
  • (After beating Bigweld unconscious with his telephone) Oh my gosh, I'm as crazy as my mother!


Bigweld: So remember: Whether a bot is made of new parts, old parts or spare parts, you can shine no matter what you're made o--
Ratchet: My goodness. What a remarkable legacy. Concern for the common robot. You don't come across old-fashioned values like that anymore , friends. And for good reason. THERE'S NO MONEY IN IT!!! Hello! Memo to Bigweld: we're not a charity! That's why old Fat-face no longer sits in the big chair. He's a relic! So I don't want to here another (in a whiny voice) "Where's Bigweld?" (imitates a baby whining)
Chairman: We'll see him next month at the Bigweld Ball! He always goes to that. (Ratchet pushes a button which makes the chairman fall into a pit)

(Rodney and Fender arrive dressed as rich robots)
Tim: Uh, can I help you?
Fender:(in a foreign accent) I think maybe you can. This is Count Roderic Von Broken-zipper! Formerly Count Velcro.(Tim stammers) Where are the trumpets?! (Tim stammers some more) We were promised trumpets to announce the Count's arrival!(to Rodney) I'm so sorry, your Grace. Beat me until you're happy.(Rodney slaps Fender on the face)He's happy, and I'm not feeling too bad myself!
Tim: Let me... uh.... You're not on the list.
Fender: We're what?! (to Rodney)Once again. (Rodney slaps Fender again) Thank you. (to Tim) Fine! WE WILL GO!! YOU ARE TO EXPLAIN TO YOUR SUPERIORS WHY WE WERE NOT ABLE TO ATTEND YOUR LITTLE LUAU, YOUR BARN DANCE, WHATEVER IT IS! BUT WE'RE LEAVING, IN A HUFF!!! (Rodney and Fender start to walk away)
Tim: No-no-no! Please, go right in! In fact, would the Count like to hit me?
Fender: The Count hit you?! The arrogance of some people! I will hit you on his behalf! (hits Tim, knocking him off the booth)
Tim: Thank you, your Grace!

Piper: By the way...the name's Piper, rhymes with "viper"! (hisses flirtatiously)

Bigweld: [charges into his old office] Rachet! I'll come right to the point!
Ratchet: What happened?! Run outta dominoes? I'll send ya some more!
Bigweld: You're fired!
Ratchet: Fired?! On what grounds?! This company has never been more profitable!
Bigweld: Profits schmofits! Now get out!
Ratchet: Please, please! Listen to me! This job is my life! You can't do this to me! You don't know what I've done to get here. The lies I've told! The lives I've ruined! This isn't helping me.
Bigweld: [on the phone] Get me security!
Ratchet: No, please! Can I just make one more heartfelt plea?
Bigweld: Alright, what did you wanna say?
Ratchet: That! [whacks Bigweld on the head with the phone] Oh my gosh! I'm as crazy as my mother! [Bigweld groans; Ratchet hits him again]

Bigweld: Gasket, you're a sick, twisted, evil robot.
Madame Gasket: (flattered) I try.

Madame Gasket: Who are these losers?
Fender: We, sir-
Madame Gasket: I'm a woman!
Crank: Ouch! (Diesel's eye lenses break)

Piper: Did I miss the butt-whuppin'?
Everyone: Uh, no.
Crank: Matter of fact, you're a little early.

Fender: (with Scottish accent) We've come to rescue our friend, you evil bag of bolts! And you will be defeated by the very outmodes that you scorn and detest!
Crank: Yeah, 'cause there's seven of us, and only one of you. (Madame Gasket's minions appear)
Fender: There are seven of us, and... (counts how many minions there are) eight, nine...
Crank: Did you count that one?

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey Fender.
[Rodney does arm farts]
Fender: YEAH BABY!!!! LET IT RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Rodney and Fender are doing arm farts]
Crank: Hey Guys! Come on, what are you? Three years old? This is how a man does it.
[Crank does arm farts]
Piper: You guys are SO gross! Besides, this is how you do it.
[Piper does arm farts]
Aunt Fanny: Hey kids, get a load of this!...
[does HUGE farts and sighs with relief; Everyone is grossed out]
Piper: Aunt Fanny, we were using our arms!
Aunt Fanny: Oh.....excuse me.
Crank: Ugh, light a match!
Lamppost: Lady... please... see a doctor...!
Lamppost: [the lamppost passes out]

Rodney: This is our moment to shine, and this is what you show that you're really made of!
Fender: In my case, it's a rare metal called "Afraidium." It's yellow, tastes like chicke-n
[Fender clucks like a chicken and promptly lays an egg.]
Fender: [breathlessly] Oh-ooh-ooh! I didn't know I could do that!

Female Robot: [angry] But I like myself just the way I am! [Her light bulb nose breaks.] Uh!
Male Robot: We can't afford upgrades!
Male Voice: This is unfair!
Brute [shouting] Let's get him! [Brute attempts to throw a trashcan, but it is actually a robot.]
Trashcan Bot: Hey, hey! What are you doing?! Don't throw me!

Broken-Arm Bot: Hey, could you look at my arm??
Rodney: Nice grip.
Broken-Arm Bot: LIKE IRON!!!

Jackhammer: I got good news and I got bad news.
Fender: What's the bad news?
Jackhammer: I checked the stock book. As of today, they're no longer making parts for your model. You have been officially outmoded.
Fender: [calmly] Outmoded. Well, that's fine. [Bursts in anger] WHAT'S THE GOOD NEWS?!?
Jackhammer: Well, when we had your parts...THEY WERE ON SALE! (laughs, Fender laughs and then cries)
Fender: How could this happen to me?! I'm practically a kid!

Tire Bot: I can't get rid of this spare tire!
Lost Mind Bot: I am losing my mind!
Tammy: [crying] I didn't take good care of my battery and I'm bleeding to death!
Rodney: See a need, Fill a need!

Bigweld: Gasket, you're a sick, twisted, evil robot!
Madame Gasket: [in a sing-song voice; fluttering her eyelashes] I try.

Rodney: Mr. Bigweld! Are you alright?
Bigweld: I'm the prettiest girl at the Harvest Moon Ball!
Rodney: I'll take that as a "no!"


  • You can shine no matter what you're made of.



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