Robots

Children: Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing... Baker: There you go. Child: Thanks. Herb: Wa-hoo! I'm gonna be a dad! I just talked to my wife. My baby's gonna be delivered any minute. Robot on truck: Hey! Get out of the way! Herb: Hey, hey! I'm going to be a dad! Congratulate me. Robot #1: Huh? Robot #2: Hmm? Fire Hydrant: Good for you, Herb. Don't even think about it. Herb: Whoo-hoo! Beer Delivery Robot: Hey! Herb: Sorry. How are you? Nice to see you. I'm gonna be a dad! Beer Delivery Robot: Congrats! Herb: Hey, Mr. Nuts, did you hear the news? Mr. Nuts: Yeah. Herb: Beautiful day, isn't it? Herb: I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. Lydia: Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. You missed the delivery. Herb: Oh! Lydia: [holds up a box with a picture of a robot on it] But it's okay. Making the baby's the fun part.

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He's got your mom's eyes and my dad's nose. I knew we were smart to save those parts.

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Lydia: Honey? Herb: What? Lydia: What's that extra piece? Herb: Oh. Oh, no, they always put in an extra... [takes a good look at the piece; chuckles] We did want a boy, right? [takes the piece and a hammer; clears throat] This won't hurt a bit, son. [hammers the piece in, and baby Rodney wails]

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Mr. Gunk: COPPERBOTTOM! Herb: Mr. Gunk. Mr. Gunk: What is that? Herb: Oh, that. My son made it. Mr. Gunk: What's it doing? Rodney: Mr. Gunk, please! You're making it nervous! Mr. Gunk: It's wrecking my kitchen! [smashes glass to grab an axe] I'll stop it. Rodney: No! [jumps out and grabs Mr. Gunk by the foot, tripping him into an oil vat] Mr. Gunk: [shouts and spits; gets out of the vat, covered in oil] Your son, huh? Rodney: It wasn't his fault! He had nothing to do with-! Herb: Yes, sir, he's a brilliant boy. An inventor. Mr. Gunk: [to Herb] You, clean up this mess! [to Rodney] And you, GET OUT! Inventor. You're the hand-me-down son of a dishwasher, and that's all you'll ever be! [to his employees] Somebody scrape this crud off of me. And serve it to the customers.

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Ticket Counter: Round trip, or one way. Rodney: One way. Lydia: [she and Herb enters and spots Rodney] There you are! I told you I'd find him! It's a mother's instinct. Herb: What instinct? He left us a note: "I'm leaving; I'll be at the train station." Lydia: Never mind. Pick up that suitcase. You're coming home. Rodney: No, Mom, I have to do this. I'm going to Robot City tonight. I'm gonna get a job, and I'm gonna help Dad pay back Mr. Gunk. Lydia: Talk to him. Herb: Ro- Lydia: [realizes] Robot City?! But you're just a kid! Rodney: I'm never gonna be someone here. I wanna be an inventor. I wanna meet Bigweld. I wanna be somebody. Lydia: You are somebody. [picks up Rodney's suitcase] Somebody who's not getting on that train. Rodney: Yes, I am. Lydia: [to Herb] Talk to him. Herb: [walks to the ticket counter] One ticket to Robot City. Lydia: Where are you going? Herb: Not me. Him. Lydia: But... Herb: Rodney, did you know that when I was your age, I wanted to be a musician? I played pre

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Fender: [takes a picture of Rodney] Perfect! That'll be 50 bucks. Rodney: 50 bucks?! For what? Fender: A beautiful picture of your first moment in Robot City. [takes another picture] There, I've captured your second moment. That's another 50 dollars. [to Diesel] Are you keeping track? [Diesel makes a cash register ring sound] [keeps on taking photos] Come on, work with me, work with me! More pout, less pose! There's a great inside of you is a fashion model just waiting to throw up. Give me those eyes! Big eyes! Big eyes! Give me big anime eyes! Yeah, I'm lovin' it! Lovin' it! Lovin' it! Rodney: I don't want any pictures! Fender: You don't? Rodney: No! Fender: That's alright. There's no film in the camera. Would you like to buy a map of the stars' homes? [realizes he's gone] Where'd he go? Watch Salesman: Psst, buddy, wanna buy a watch? Watches: Don't buy us. We're fakes.

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