Real Steel (2011)
Charlie Kenton: What do you want from me?
Max Kenton: I want you to fight for me! That's all I ever wanted!
Charlie Kenton: Max, Max, I... I really want you to know... no, I need you to know that...
Max Kenton: I know. Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.
Max Kenton: The People's Champion? Sounds pretty good to me.
ESPN Boxing Commentator: Kenton must have hardwired this bot with the will to go on.
Max Kenton: His name is Atom. Can we get him a fight?
Charlie Kenton: I don't think he was ever a boxing robot.
Bailey Tallet: He's a G2, built in early 2014. He's a sparring bot.
Charlie Kenton: They must have built robots like this one that could mirror the fighting style of any other robot.
Max Kenton: Okay, so can we get him a fight?
Charlie Kenton: Are you not listening? He's a sparring bot. Built to take a lot of hits, but never dishing out any real punishment.
Bailey Tallet: You can always try sell him off for parts.
Max Kenton: Can't you get him a fight?
Charlie Kenton: "Why can't you get him a fight?" God, you don't quit, do you? You want me to put him in some bottom-rung scrap-fest to the death? I saw how scared you were at Crash Palace. Yeah. The places that will let you fight this robot will make you pee your little pants.
Max Kenton: Excellent. Get him a fight.
Charlie Kenton: Stubborn kid.
Bailey Tallet: Surprise, surprise.
Charlie Kenton: How old are you? 9? 10?
Max Kenton: I'm 11.
Charlie Kenton: Okay... are you sure?
Max Kenton: Yes. I'm sure I'm eleven.
Bailey Tallet: This is what's left of Noisy Boy?
Charlie Kenton: That's it. His head does make a nice addition to the front of the Crash Palace.
Max Kenton: You screwed me!
Charlie Kenton: Nice mouth.
Max Kenton: You know where they're going right now?
Ricky: Your friend's a real dirtbag, kid.
[throws dirt at him]
Max Kenton: He's my father!
[looks at Charlie]
Ricky: Well, looks like a little less than an inch of your life. Right, buddy?
[Ambush is being destroyed by the bull Black Thunder]
Charlie Kenton: Ricky, enough! Enough!
Ricky: I can't hear you from the sound of your robot being destroyed.