Robots (2005 film)

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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, which is based on the book of the same name by Joyce. Joyce served as producer and production designer for the film.

Dialogue[edit]

Robot on truck: Hey! Get out of the way!
Herb: Hey, hey! I'm going to be a dad!

Mr. Gunk: [about Wonderbot] I'll stop it!
Rodney: NO!
Mr. Gunk: Your son, huh?
Rodney: It wasn’t his fault! He had nothing to do with it!
Herb: Yes, sir. He’s a brilliant boy. An inventor.
Mr. Gunk: [to Herb] You, clean up this mess. [to Rodney] And you, get out! Inventor.

[Rodney has just arrived at Bigweld Industries; he stares at the front gate in awe]
Tim: Yoo-hoo! Excuse me! Can I help you?
Rodney: Sorry, I … hey! You're Tim from the TV show!
Tim: That's me!
Rodney: Well, hey, Tim. Who closed the gate? It's never supposed to be –
Tim: Yeah, okay. What do you want?
Rodney: Hm? Oh. I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld. I'm an inventor. [he quickly shows Wonderbot to Tim]
Tim: Well, why didn't you say so? Stand back.
[Tim opens the gate; Rodney stares in amazement at what he sees]
Rodney: Thanks. [he starts to go in, but the door suddenly closes] What?!
Tim: [laughing] I gotcha! Y'see, because you were all excited, and then boom! [laughs again; Rodney glares] Alright, I had my laugh. Go on in.
Rodney: [resuming his entry before the door closes again] Whoa … hey!
Tim: [laughing hysterically] Now, that's funny! A second time! What?! You really think I'm gonna let you in! [laughs] Well, I'm not! Sorry, kid. Nobody gets in. Company rules.
Rodney: Company ru–? Well, then how do they hire new inventors?
Tim: They don't. Those days are over. My advice … hmm, come back two years ago, then the job is yours. [laughs hysterically]
[cut to Bigweld Industries, as the camera zooms in on the building]
Rodney: [off-screen] I'll get to the bottom of this.

[The Bigweld Industries executives are gathered in the meeting room, watching a clip of The Bigweld Show]
Bigweld: [video] So, remember, whether a bot is made of new parts, old parts or spare parts, you can shine no matter what you're made of. [the clip stops]
Ratchet: Oh, my goodness. What a remarkable legacy. Concern for the common robot. You just don't come across old-fashioned values like that anymore, my friends. And for a 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 hear another [in a whiny voice] "Where's Bigweld?" [imitates a baby whining, then back to normal] again!
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]

Crank: Ugh. What's the use? There's nothing left.
Lugnut: Hey, Diesel, I found you a voice box. [Diesel puts the voice box in his mouth; starts imitating a Japanese sport announcer until the chip falls out of him] Uh – here's another one. [Diesel starts barking like a dog]
Crank: That's no good. Give me that! [He attempts to take it out of Diesel, but Diesel just growls at him]
Lugnut: [sighs] I can never find parts in my size. [Fender's head suddenly flies into the basket; Diesel barks] What is it, boy? [finds Fender's head] Hey, Fender, have you lost weight?
Crank: "Lost weight"?! Look at – will you look at – he's a head, in a basket! We're doomed, I knew it. We're doomed.
Fender: Yeah, will you shut up, you neurotic nut? Why, I'd – I'd smack you if I had a hand. [his body conveniently comes bouncing off the walls] Well, speaking of the devil, here I come. [his body lands] Ow! Dang it!
Piper: [emerging from a nearby recycling bin with a discarded Wonderbot] Whoa, check this out! Who would throw away such a cute little doodad? [Wonderbot whimpers] Aw, don't be scared –
Rodney: [off-screen] Hey, that's mine!
Fender: That's him! That's the guy! I would know that face! I know that face, and I know that foot! [he realizes his hand is pointing to his own body instead of Rodney's] Psst! He's over there, you moron. [his hand points to Rodney's body] That's the perpetrator! He knocked my head off! You want another piece of me?!
Piper: Alright, buster! If you think you can mess with my big brother, you're – [is distracted by Rodney's appearance] you're kind of cute.
Crank: Piper, would you behave yourself? Now, come on. Let's get Fender fixed – again.
Piper: [handing Wonderbot back to Rodney] Here's your – thingamabob. By the way – the name's Piper. Rhymes with "viper". [hisses flirtatiously] See you around. [she suddenly trips over, but gets up and adjusts herself]
Fender: We've told you a hundred times, [with his hand] don't talk to strange men. Thank you, Manuel.
Piper: I talk to you. Who's stranger than that?

Rodney: When was the last time you got oiled?
Fender: I really can't say that with my kid sister around here.
Piper: Can it, Fender!

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey, Fender.
Fender: Hm? [Rodney does arm farts] Yeah, baby! LET IT RIP!
[Rodney and Fender are doing armp 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 fart]
Aunt Fanny: Hey kids, get a load of this–
[does a massive fart; everyone is grossed out]
Rodney: Open the window!
Piper: Aunt Fanny!
[Aunt Fanny finishes farting and sighs with relief]
Piper: We were using our arms!
[Lamppost outside wakes up and sniffs the air]
Aunt Fanny: Oh–
Piper: Eeeeewwwww!
Aunt Fanny: Excuse me.
Crank: Ugh, light a match!
Lamppost: Lady– please– see a doctor– [the lamppost passes out]

[an angry mob of outmodes gathers at the front of Jack Hammer’s store]
Jack Hammer: Sorry, folks! All sold out! Nothing but upgrades from here on in!
Female Robot: [angry] But I like myself just the way I am! [her light bulb nose breaks] Oh!
Male Robot #1: We can't afford upgrades!
Male Voice: This is unfair!
Male Robot #2: [shouting] Let's get him! [a male robot attempts to throw a trashcan, but it is actually a robot]
Trashcan Bot: Hey, hey, hey. Hey, what are you doing? Don't throw me! [Rodney and the Rusties join in the commotion] Hey, isn’t that the guy who fixed Fender’s neck?
Male Robot #3: Yeah, that guy fixes bots!
Jack Hammer: Yeah, that kid can help you!
Fender: [to Rodney] Brace yourself, you’re about to get very popular.

Bigweld: [to Rodney] Let me give you two words of good advice, son. GIVE UP!

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

[Bigweld has been taken hostage by Madame Gasket and is a few steps away from being incinerated]
Bigweld: Gasket, you're a sick, twisted, evil robot.
Madame Gasket: [flattered; in a sing-song voice and fluttering her eyelashes] I try.

[Piper has just showed up unexpectedly to help the others fight Madame Gasket and her minions]
Piper: Did I miss the butt-whoopin'?
Everyone: Uh… no.
Crank: In fact, you're a little bit early.

Tin Man: Now I'm sorry I've got a heart, because it's aching.

[Herb is doing a poor job of playing the instrument Rodney gave him]
Crank: Well, there goes our happy ending.
Fender: No – it’s a fusion of jazz and funk. It’s called junk.

Taglines[edit]

  • You can shine no matter what you're made of.
  • The biggest comedy ever assembled!
  • Repair for adventure!

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

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