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Clips from Robots

"I will hit you on his behalf."
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"Thank you, Your Grace."
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"Okay, let's split up."
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"If you see Bigweld, come and find me."
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"If anything goes wrong, we'll signal each other."
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"What kind of signal do you want? You want something kind of subtle, like:"
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"Or:"
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"Oh, how about this:"
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"Ricola!"
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"Subtle. Let's get to work."
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"A screwdriver, please. Shaken, not stirred."
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"Yes, sir."
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"I'll have what he's having."
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"You know, Cappy, it's nice that you can see me like this, away from work."
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"See my more casual, fun-loving side."
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"Now, where were we?"
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"Well, there are never any interesting men at these parties."
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"Hello, ladies. Fender von Fender at your service."
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"Hi, I'm Loretta..."
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"...Geargrinder."
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"Anyone dressed as badly as you are must be an eccentric billionaire."
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"Ladies and gentlebots, now coming to the stage..."
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"...the top bot, the big bolt..."
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"...who's your daddy? Mr. Phineas T. Ratchet."
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"Thank you. We now come to the point of the evening..."
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"...where I have the tremendous honor of introducing..."
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"- Excuse me. Sorry. ... our beloved founder, Mr. Bigweld..."
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"...who, unfortunately, is unable to attend."
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"- What? - He sends his apologies..."
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"...his love and a small box of assorted cookies."
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"- Not coming? - And what are you doing here?"
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"What have you done with Bigweld?"
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"How come we don't see him anymore, huh?"
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"Okay. Security, we have a party-crasher."
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"Yeah, that's right, and I had to put all this junk on in order to get in here..."
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"...so that I could tell Bigweld that you are outmoding millions of bots."
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"And I know because I spend all day fixing them."
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"You."
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"Oh, my darling, that is the cry of the deep-doo-doo bird."
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"I must fly."
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"Take him for a drive..."
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"...and bring me back his exact weight in paper clips."
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"- No! - No?"
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"I'll escort him out."
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"You don't wanna look bad in front of your people, do you?"
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"- Good point. - When I get back..."
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"...I'll show you my casual, fun-loving side."
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"Oh, you."
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"- Get moving. - What? What are you doing?"
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"Saving your life."
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"- Come on. - Let him go."
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"Let him go. Let him go."
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"- Get out of here, you idiot. - Get him!"
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"- Fender, let's go. - You know him?"
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"Fender, wait for me."
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"Wonderbot."
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"Get out of my way!"
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"Hey, Tim, I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld."
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"Oh, you again."
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"Oh, that was amazing."
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"- So where do we go now? - I'm taking you to the train station."
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"- What? No way. - You don't know what you're dealing with."
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"Ratchet will use your head for a hood ornament."
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"I'm not leaving until I find Bigweld."
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"- That's not... - Can't you take me to him?"
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"I must be out of my mind."
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"- Thanks for walking me home. - Thanks for carrying me up that hill."
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"- Until tomorrow? - I shall count the seconds."
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"So far, I'm up to four."
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"You crazy nut boy."
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"Crazy about you."
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"I'm singing in the oil"
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"I'm singing in the oil"
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"After all that work and toil"
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"I'm just slipping in the oil"
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"I know where I've been sent"
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"I'm covered in lubricant"
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"My life has turned around."
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"From now on, I'm a winner!"
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"Stop, you've made a mistake. I'm alive. You can't do this."
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"Help."
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"Okay, we tried. Let's get out of here."
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"No, no, no. Something's up."
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"Look at all these newspapers and this mail."
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"Come on. They probably stopped delivering these years ago."
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"Paper."
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"Late edition."
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"- You say something? - Nice one of you."
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"Come on. We gotta get you out of here."
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"Big, creaky door."
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"Perfect."
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"Look at this."
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"This is Bigweld's actual workshop."
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"I recognize it from his old TV show."
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"Could you keep it down? We're not supposed to be here."
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"Do you know what these are?"
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"These are Bigweld's original invention designs."
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"- That's his own writing. - This is strange."
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"How come it just stops in the middle?"
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"Look at this."
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"Remember, he used to have these on his show?"
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"Rodney, I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
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"Why are they so dusty?"
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"Wait, don't."
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"This is much more elaborate than the ones on his show."
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"Rodney, what do we do?"
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"I don't know. This is kind of a first for me."
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"- Yeah! - It's him."
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"- Who's the king of the beach? - Are you all right?"
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"Well, considering I'm an old fat guy who just crashed to the floor..."
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"...I'm fantastic. Now, who the heck are you?"
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"I'm Rodney."
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"Oh, I thought you were the dominoes delivery boy."
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"Come on, let's set them up again, only bigger."
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"Sir, is this what you've been working on?"
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"This is why no one sees you?"
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"Young man, nobody likes a chatterbox."
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"But there's a terrible crisis, Mr. Bigweld."
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"We need to talk."
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"Son, I've gotta tell you, you're making a lousy first impression."
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