Quotable Quotes (eps 105-108)
BIG RIG (to the Lincoln Memorial: Pardon me, Mr. President. I just
wanted to say hello.
RUSTY: You want the president, you deal with me.
BIG RIG: You're cute, kid, but you're no match for Big Rig.
RUSTY: Peewee? I'll have you know I'm a walking nucleo-protonic arsenal with....
BIG RIG: Dumb robot.
BIG GUY: Fact -- the only thing more piping hot than Mom's fresh apple pie is the sting of my anti-lowlife-terrorist magpopper. Want a slice?
SLATE: Rusty, you don't need an anti-lowlife-terrorist magpopper.
You're already a walking nucleo-protonic arsenal.
RUSTY: All the other robots get to have big weapons.
RUSTY: Are they playing a game?
RUSTY: Robots don't hurt humans.
RUSTY: I may be small, but I will make him pay.
JENNY (to Donovan): If we separate, one of us may survive!
DONOVAN (to The Eliminator): You don't want to do this. You're like a son to me. A big metal son.
DR. GILDER: Last chance to see Dr. Donovan grovel before his demise. He won't get to send my robots to the grinder again. Isn't that right, KX-5?
BIG GUY: Bad robot.
DONOVAN (kicking robot): Eliminators do not eliminate their masters!
THORTON: Until we do, Donovan, I'm sending you on a little
DONOVAN: Trapped like a rat.
NUMBER FIVE: You must learn to control your emotions, Number Six.
RUSTY: Buddy, you've just been magpopped.
RUSTY (on Donovan): He had to go, 'cause someone's trying to delete him.
RUSTY: Dr. Gilder, what are you doing in my head?
RUSTY: I am sure-as-shootin' sick of being called cute! Noone'd call me cute if I had a real blaster.
DONOVAN: Careful with that! This lamp cost more than you'll make in
Is that thing even on?
BIG GUY (very loudly): Testing. One, two, three.
[Donovan reels back and drops the lamp.]
GARTH: How you holding up, man? [gives Dwayne dinner plate]
DONOVAN: Hey! I'm nappin' here!
PRIEST: If anyone should wish to offer reason why this bride and
groom should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or
forever hold their peace.
DWAYNE: I think Big Guy just received his first prank call.
GILDER: Oh, I can make you do anything. You're my puppet.
MACK: Wednesday special -- slop.
RUSTY: Run! I'm gonna vaporize you!
Works every time.
RUSTY: Well, it's kinda complicated.
BIG GUY: It's all right, son. Just put the blaster down.
NUMBER SIX: My colleagues in the Legion say I'm unbalanced, but I'm not the problem. It's this human emotion grid!
SLATE: Erika Slate, lock code 911!
NUMBER SIX: I hate my life!
106. "Really Big Guy"by Cade Chilcoat
BIG GUY: If only we could peer inside his twisted mind.
NUMBER SIX: Dr. Slate. Don't you know tampering with lethal
technology can be hazardous to your health?
NUMBER SIX: See you in the scrapyard, Rusty.
BIG GUY: Robots making robots.
DWAYNE: Jo. See if you can get any kind of match on Tango Niner. Keyword: sub-tunnels.
BIG GUY: I doubt they're building a parade float.
BIG GUY: One of hundreds of abandoned electrical utility tunnels. They've been in disuse since the introduction of microfusion technology.
RUSTY: The 'Missoula Meltdown'. Works every time!
RUSTY: Sheesh. Bet other sidekicks get a pat on the powerpack.
GARTH: We're gonna need a bigger Big Guy.
RUSTY: Looks like Argo.
BIG GUY: The Big Bopper's city-bound.
GARTH: How do we deal with something like that?
BIG GUY: Gotta feed Jumbo something more than peanuts.
GARTH: This is one bad dream....
DWAYNE: Argo isn't programmed for destruction.
MACK: What the heck is that? Superfly?
DONOVAN: Well. That was exhilarating.
SLATE: Dwayne...is Rusty...?
RUSTY: Oh, no. I died and went to the robot scrapyard.
JO: Dwayne, we've got a probable itinerary. About the only thing
big enough for a bogey that size to disappear into.
BIG GUY: Don't mind me, Captain Hook.
JENNY: Are you sure Sparky didn't go splat? I don't see 'im.
MACK: If Iron John submerges....
RUSTY: He never waits up for me.
BIG GUY: Good job, son.
DONOVAN: Ah! Do you smell it, Jenny?
DR. KIRBY: Begging your pardon, Dr. Donovan, but there still may be
some bugs in the system. It is hardly appropriate to run a test with
a living subject.
JENNY: Bonzo's still here.
DONOVAN: Off the hair.
RUSTY: Dr. Slate! You can be goalie!
SLATE: Rusty, play somewhere else.
BIG GUY (on a lizard he picks up on scan): Those tend to be vicious only when radioactively mutated. Infrascan indicates all's quiet on the Western front -- which means I need to overturn a few more rocks.
GENERAL THORTON: You're certain the creature ate Dr. Kirby?
RUSTY: 'The adults are meeting, Rusty.' 'It's past your powerdown time, Rusty.' 'Big Guy's in shutdown mode; he can't come out now, Rusty'. I never have any fun.
RUSTY: You are such a sneak, Dr. Slate, hiding my new friend from me!
DONOVAN: So considerate of you to unearth our misunderstood gem, Dr.
EARL: EP-327, ready for service!
EARL: Stomach in. Shoulders up. Chest out!
DWAYNE: Technical difficulties. Please stand by.
THORTON: What's he doing?
RUSTY: You gotta surrender. Or else Big Guy'll glory-stomp you.
RUSTY: I guess my human emotion grid was getting in the way again. I'll do better next time, I promise.
BIG GUY: For the love of Mike.
RUSTY: Just think, Earl. We're gonna grow up to be Big Guys too!
EARL: Recommend fanning out. The perimeter must be secured!
RUSTY: Whoever drew this was good!
EARL: Conspiring with the enemy!
RUSTY: Earl, maybe you should learn to play nice.
EARL: EP-327 to base. Requesting recall of designation 'Rusty'. His pacifist attitude threatens to compromise our mission.
BIG GUY: A soldier has to follow orders. Plain and simple.
RUSTY: You're just lucky you don't have human emotions, Big Guy. They just mess everything up.
DWAYNE: You think Dr. Kirby is still alive?
BIG GUY: Surrender peaceably, fella. You're no Norman Rockwell, but we enjoyed your visual aid.
EARL: Defend the enemy, you are the enemy.
THORTON: He did what to the Big Guy?
RUSTY: Friends don't hurt friends!
RUSTY: Who's grounded now, Mr. Mean Jeans?
EARL: Please help. I'm a fellow trooper.
BIG GUY: My kind of justice. Poetic.
SLATE: You're certain the details are exactly as they were when
Dr. Kirby vanished?
[Rusty rushes up to alien in activated Quantum Machine and shows
him a drawing]
RUSTY: I almost forgot. I brought you a souvenir! That's you, and
that's me, and that's Earl's head....
DR. KIRBY: Hello, everyone. [collapses and is caught by Dr. Slate]
RUSTY: It's a human thing, Big Guy. You wouldn't understand.
Your lame-o beam doesn't work on us robots! Right, Big Guy?
DWAYNE: You sure the kid bought your story?
DONOVAN: Behold Quark's latest cash cow, the Nanotech Upgrade and
Repair Droid System: N.U.R.D.S. -- NURDS for short.
DONOVAN: I'm sure everyone remembers the Breakfast-tron 9000. Hunk of junk, wasn't it? It always burned the toast.
DONOVAN: Imagine -- tanks that heal themselves, planes that get shot down and then get up again!
DONOVAN: That's right, sugarpop.
RUSTY: Hey, they're not fixing me! I must be perfect.
Hey, it finally works! You don't even have to kick it!
BIG GUY: You! Worm! Early bird overslept, so we're calling the shots.
BIG GUY: I'll soften him up with a little tenderizer I call...'the John Henry'.
RUSTY (to the abruptly ejected Dwayne): Lieutenant Dwayne, what were
you doing inside Big Guy?
GENERAL THORTON: I want a full report on the operational status of
THORTON: Lieutenant Hunter, looks like you're a free man.
BIG GUY: Drop the crops, you softshelled freaks!
Took one for ya, little fella. Part of the job.
DWAYNE: Suit's compromised! We're needed.
BIG GUY: The work's never done, so long as They crave our precious bodily metals.
BLOND QUARK SCIENTIST: Vending machine's on the blink again.
JENNY [drying Dr. Donovan's hair]: Nice and poofy, sir. Just the way you like it.
SLATE: Want something done...
BIG GUY: As the jackal is drawn to moonrise, so draw I ever closer to my waiting foes.
BIG GUY: That'll teach you to covet my metals.
MACK: Mechanic's Rule #1 -- If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
BIG GUY: The only offense is the way that mailbox was laughing at me.
BIG GUY: Who wants ice cream?
RUSTY: Rule #1: Robots never hurt humans.
BIG GUY: Quiet. You'll scare the fish.
BIG GUY: Look what you did, squirt. You're always messing things up!
BIG GUY: Next stop, ouchville.
DWAYNE: Big Guy needs repair. And I am his chief mechanic.
BIG GUY: Rutabaga!
BIG GUY: Who goes there?
BIG GUY: Hey! What now, brown cow?
BIG GUY: Time to get hoppity! ... I can fly! ... Hey, backscratcher!
BIG GUY: I gotta...for the love of...candy...job...gram! ... [garble] Fortnight.
DWAYNE: Wacky time is over, guys.
BIG GUY: Immobilizer beam? I'm trying to cut down.
RUSTY: Big Guy, I can't let you endanger...that evil robot scorpion?
RUSTY: No fair! He's got NURDS!
BIG GUY: Smart little gizmo you got there, ma'am.
BIG GUY: Besides, the outside doesn't matter, son. It's what's inside that counts.