Quotes for
Rodney Copperbottom (Character)
from Robots (2005)

Robots (2005)

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!

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.

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!

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.

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.

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

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.

Rodney Copperbottom: Well, then why is she called Aunt Fanny?
Fender: Couldn't call her Aunt Booty.

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.

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

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.

Forge: Parts, man! I need parts!
Rodney Copperbottom: You don't look that...
[Forge falls apart]
Rodney Copperbottom: ... bad?

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.

Rodney Copperbottom: Who wants to get fixed?
[All cheer, except for a dog, who cringes]

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]

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: 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!

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!

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: 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.

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.

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