Rodney Copperbottom Quotes in Robots (2005)

Fender: You consider me a friend?

Rodney Copperbottom: Sure. What else would I consider you?

Fender: I don't know. An embarrassment? A way to rebel against your parents? A desperate cry for help? The list is endless.

Rodney Copperbottom: Well, then why is she called Aunt Fanny?

Fender: Couldn't call her Aunt Booty.

Rodney Copperbottom: If anything goes wrong, we'll signal each other.

Fender: What kind of signal would you want? You want something kind of subtle, like...

[Whispers gibberish]

Fender: Or...

[Barks loudly like a seal]

Fender: Oh, how about this?

Fender: [Very loudly] Caw-caw! Caw-caw! R-R-R-R-R-Ricola!

Rodney Copperbottom: Subtle.

Rodney Copperbottom: Why do you have two noses?

Fender: One's for showin', one's for blowin'.

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey Fender.

[Rodney does arm farts]

Fender: Yeah Baby, let 'er rip!

[Rodney and Fender are doing arm farts]

Crank: What are you guys, 3 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 BIG farts; Everyone is grossed out]

Piper: Aunt Fanny, we were using our arms!

Crank: Ugh, light a match!

Lamppost: Lady... please... see a doctor...

Lamppost: [the lamppost passes out]

Rodney Copperbottom: This is our moment to shine, to show them what we're made of.

Fender: In my case it's a rare metal called afraidium. It's yellow, tastes like chicken... Buck-ah!

[lays an egg]

Fender: Whoa! Didn't know I could do that!

Rodney Copperbottom: Crank, the idol of millions is gone, and no one seems to care. There should be an angry mob out there.

[angry mob runs past the window]

Fender: [Fender, Rodney and the others go out to investigate the mob] Wow! That was great, psychic friend! Now say, "Money should be falling from the sky."

Rodney Copperbottom: But I don't want my picture taken.

Fender: You don't?

Rodney Copperbottom: No.

Fender: That's okay, there's no film in the camera.

Aunt Fanny: And what's your name?

Rodney Copperbottom: [is mesmerized by her large derriere] I'm Rodney Bigbottom.

[beat]

Rodney Copperbottom: No, I mean - I'm Rodney Copperbottom! Copperbottom.

Piper: Did I miss the butt wuppin'?

Piper, Crank, Fender, Rodney Copperbottom, Lug, Cappy: [surrounded by menacing machines, everyone freeze, staring and then move again] No.

Crank: Actually, you're a little early.

Rodney Copperbottom: [as the dominoes are falling in Bigweld's workshop] This is more elaborate than the TV show.

Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld, are you okay?

Bigweld: I'm the prettiest girl at the Harvest Moon Ball.

Rodney Copperbottom: I'll take that as a no.

Rodney Copperbottom: Who wants to get fixed?

[All cheer, except for a dog, who cringes]

Rodney Copperbottom: Something's wrong. There's some-some highly polished jerk sitting in Bigweld's chair!

Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, and you're sitting on the sidewalk, magentized!

Tim the Gate Guard: [laughs]

Fender: [Fender's head has just detatched from his body] Happy now!

Rodney Copperbottom: Not until you give me back my foot, you mugger!

Fender: I am not a mugger! I happen to beeeeeeeeee...

[Fender's head falls over]

Fender: ...a scrounger!

Fender: Oh, no!

Rodney Copperbottom: What?

Fender: We're going off the track! We're going to crash! I don't want to die!

[the sphere they are riding free falls and both scream; then the sphere lands in a catapult]

Fender: [laughing] I was just kidding! Put your head between your legs.

Cappy: [as they are being swept along by the tsunami of dominoes] What do we do?

Rodney Copperbottom: I don't know! This is a first for me!

Rodney Copperbottom: When was the last time you got oiled?

Fender: Yeah, I can't really answer that in front of my kid sister.

Fender: [takes a picture of Rodney] Perfect! That'll be 50 bucks.

Rodney Copperbottom: For what?

Fender: A beautiful picture of your first moment in Robot City.

[takes another picture]

Fender: There, I've captured your second moment. That's another 50 dollars.

[keeeps on taking photos]

Fender: loving it. Loving looving it

Rodney Copperbottom: I don't want my picture taken?

Fender: You don't

Rodney Copperbottom: No

Fender: That's okay. Theres no film in the camera. Would you like to purchase a map of the stars homes

[realizes he's gone]

Fender: hey where did he go

Forge: Parts, man! I need parts!

Rodney Copperbottom: You don't look that...

[Forge falls apart]

Rodney Copperbottom: ... bad?

Bigweld: Kid, if you're going to fight, I'm going in with you.

Rodney Copperbottom: You... you are?

Bigweld: Hey, who's the dame with the sweet keister?

Rodney Copperbottom: But why?

Bigweld: I don't know. I'm a big guy, and I like women with a large...

Rodney Copperbottom: No, no. Why are you going to help us?

Bigweld: Oh. Because, I want to grow up to be like you.

Rodney Copperbottom: But you're Bigweld. You can fix anything.

Bigweld: I used to think so. To me the company was about making life better, but to Ratchet, it was making money that came first. I became old-fashioned, and outmode. Ratchet beat me, and he's gonna beat you.

Rodney Copperbottom: But...

Bigweld: The world you're looking for no longer exists. You missed it. Find some other foolish dream.

Fender: Hey, guys! The sweepers! They're rounding up all the outmodes! Not them, us! And you'll never guess who's behind it all!

Rodney Copperbottom: Ratchet.

Fender: Go on, guess. Come on, I ran all this way in cha-cha heels! Go ahead, take a stab!

Rodney Copperbottom: Ratchet!

Fender: Ratchet!

Rodney Copperbottom: Hey! You're Tim from the TV show!

Tim the Gate Guard: That's me!

Rodney Copperbottom: Well, hey, Tim! Who closed the gate? It's never supposed to be...

Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, okay. What do you want?

Rodney Copperbottom: Huh? Oh. I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld. I'm an inventor.

Tim the Gate Guard: Oh! Why didn't you say so? Stand back.

[Tim opens the gate; Rodney stands in awe]

Rodney Copperbottom: Thanks.

[Starts to go in, but the gate closes suddenly]

Rodney Copperbottom: What?

Tim the Gate Guard: I gotcha! You see, 'cause you were all excited, and then boom!

[laughs]

Tim the Gate Guard: All right, I had my laugh. Go on in.

[the gate opens; Rodney starts walking, but the gate closes again]

Rodney Copperbottom: What? Hey!

Tim the Gate Guard: [laughing] Now that's funny! The second time! You really think I'm going to let you in! But I'm not.

Broken Arm Bot: Hey, could you look at my arm?

[the arm comes off in Rodney's hand]

Rodney Copperbottom: Uh, nice grip.

Broken Arm Bot: Like iron!

Tim the Gate Guard: Sorry, kid. Nobody gets in. Company rules.

Rodney Copperbottom: Company ru... Then how do they hire new inventors?

Tim the Gate Guard: They don't! Those days are over. You want my advice, mmm... come back two years ago and the job is yours.

Rodney Copperbottom: So, what are you guys doing today?

Fender: We're doing it.

Piper: What about you?

Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld is missing and you're all just going to sit around and do nothing?

Fender: I think that's already been established.