Robots

Fender:
Oh, it used to be a lot worse. They used to have this giant hammer...

Fender:
Hey, they brought it back!

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!

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

Fender:
I ran all this way in cha-cha heels...

Aunt Fanny:
Say hello to my dimpled friend!

Fender:
Well, speak of the devil... here I come now.

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.

Mr. Copperbottom:
He's got your moms eyes and my dads nose. I knew we were smart to save those parts.

Fender:
Oh, no!

Rodney Copperbottom:
What?

Fender:
We're going off the track! We're gonna die!

Fender:
I tell ya, the things that fall off of me... it's embarrassing!

Fender:
If I seem to be getting smaller, it's because... I'm leaving!

Lug:
Hey, Fender, have you lost weight?

Ratchet:
Take him for a drive. And bring me back his exact weight in paperclips!

Loretta Geargrinder:
Thanks for walking me home.

Fender:
Thanks for carrying me up that hill!

Cappy:
Are you all right, sir?

Bigweld:
Considering I'm an old fat guy who just fell onto the floor, I'm *fantastic*!

Bigweld:
A device, a thing-a-ma-bob, a do-hickey?

Piper:
I have a sister! An ugly sister!

Bigweld:
Gasket, you're a sick, evil, twisted robot.

Madame Gasket:
I try.

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

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

Rodney Copperbottom:
Why is she called Aunt Fanny?

Fender:
Well, we couldn't call her Aunt Booty.

Mrs. Copperbottom:
I told you I'd find him! It's a mother's instinct.

Herb Copperbottom:
What instinct? He left us a note, ?I'm leaving, I'll be at the train station.?

Fender:
Good luck in the big city. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, and if you can't, join the club.

Crank:
Never try, never fail. Those are the words I live by.

Bigweld:
You know, your boyfriend here is quite the genius.

Cappy:
Oh, he's not my... he is?

Watch:
Don't buy us. We're fakes.

Mr. Gasket:
So long, son. Good luck with your dastardly plans.

Aunt Fanny:
But fighting never solved anything.

Bigweld:
Quitting's not so productive, either.

Fender:
Any mail for me?

Mailbox:
As a matter of fact, yes.

Mailbox:
That's from my sister!

Fender:
I recognize her handwriting.

Lug:
They never have pieces my size.

Crank:
Oh, man! This is my third oil change today. Something's wrong with me.

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.

Madame Gasket:
Someone is fixing them! And they're laughing at you, Ratchet!

Ratchet:
Are you sure they aren?t laughing *with* me?

Voice Box at Hardware Store:
The Force is strong in this one.

Fender:
How many times have I told you not to talk to strange men?

Piper:
I talk to you, and you're stranger than him.

Piper:
Am I too late for the butt-whooping?

Crank:
Actually your a bit early.

Piper:
Great!

Bigweld:
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.

Fender:
Inside of you, there's a model just waiting to throw up.

Fender:
I'm singing in the oil. Just singing in the oil...

Tim the Gate Guard:
Would you ask the Count to smack me?

Fender:
Ha! You think you're worthy enough to have the Count smack you? I will smack you on his behalf.

Tim the Gate Guard:
Thank you!

Aunt Fanny:
Oh, what happened to your friend?

Fender:
He got rear-ended.

Fender:
My name used to be Bumper, but I had to change it when my family moved into the country.

Rodney Copperbottom:
Why do you have two noses?

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

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.