Quotable Quotes (eps 109-112)
EDIE: Good morning, Doctor. I have completed a thorough systems analysis
and am pleased to report that space station Orbiter One is now fully
operational. Operating systems are performing at peak efficiency under my
JENNY: Edie might be a few monkeys short of a full barrel.
BIG GUY: When will they learn? You can't fight City Hall.
RUSTY: Comin' at ya with a classic Big Guy 'Bullet Bender'!
RUSTY: [looking up to see the one wall holding back a whole lotta water] Dam!
SLATE: With the Ubik chip, Edie would have access to every Q-99-based
system on Earth.
EDIE: You have 48 hours to arrive at Orbiter One. Only one person is allowed on board your transport besides the obvious pilot -- the technician who'll install the chip. And be assured, any sign of your robot heroes will lead to total lunar annihilation.
GARTH: 18 minutes for one man to assemble Big Guy?
RUSTY: What's going on?
THORTON: The Big Guy will be made space-ready, Doctor. And so must you -- in record time.
THORTON: You have 20,000 miles to figure out where to shave 20 seconds.
RUSTY: They're going to outer space...without me?
[All right, so it's not a quote. But I think it's really cute how Dwayne winks at Dr. Slate right before liftoff. Also a nice tie-in to the conversation during Ubik installation....]
RUSTY: Hey! Are we there yet?
EDIE: Stanley will be your escort. My invention. I like having a he-man around the house.
RUSTY: The Moon looks nothing like cheese.
EDIE: So. Tell me about...Lieutenant Hunter.
BIG GUY: I'm not decent!
EDIE: You have exercised deception. For that, you shall not leave here alive, [monitor of shuttle being undocked and set adrift] and your planet shall suffer the consequences.
SLATE: Launch the warhead and the chip fries.
BIG GUY: All right, space case. You want some bang for your buck? Deploy!
BIG GUY: I'll have to say 'So long' the up close and in your face way.
BIG GUY: Full moon tonight. It'll stay that way.
EDIE: Keep your money; I'll take my chips.
BIG GUY: Baby, it's cold outside!
RUSTY: Shew! Thought she was a goner.
RUSTY: Prepare to crash, Edie!
SLATE (on riding a missile down to the Moon]:
DWAYNE: Ever been in a brawl?
BIG GUY: One small step for Man -- two giant boots for Handsome.
BIG GUY: No more ticking clocks. Bomb defusion component, check....
DWAYNE: If you can find the elbow room, install the weapons drive.
BIG GUY: I wanna hold your hand too, bub.
RUSTY: Why are you doing this?
DWAYNE (groaning): You're crushing my spleen.
[Stanley throws Big Guy on top of American flag.]
BIG GUY: Godspeed, Stanley.
BIG GUY: That's all the boom we've got room for.
NEW AND IMPROVED EDIE (now with new Emotion Grid!):
SLATE [about Rusty]: He's a real Boy Scout.
DWAYNE (pulling out deck of lightning flash logo cards):
110. "Wages of Fire"by David Slack
QUARK VULCANOLOGIST (in his sleep): Yes. Whatever the monkey says, sir.
BIG GUY: Need a lift?
BIG GUY: Get these kids an ice-cold soda.
DWAYNE: Power core breached. Repeat, I have a breach in the power core.
GARTH: We're on our way, Dwayne. Sit tight.
RUSTY: Please be okay please be okay please be okay....
GARTH: Gentlemen, you're about to handle 400,000 units of cobalt
thorium-G. It's about as unstable as 50 tons of nitro. The slightest
SLATE: Rusty...heeey, don't worry. They'll fit Big Guy with a new
power core. He's gonna be fine.
THORTON: People! New Tronic City is a powderkeg!
MACK: [whistles] Talk about your city bein' a melting pot.
DWAYNE: Could we blow it out?
THORTON: It's time. Where's Rusty?
BIG GUY (reading monitor): Depth, 50 miles. Temperature, 451 degrees.
GARTH: We're losing your signal, BG. All we can do now is wish you luck.
RUSTY: We hit something.
BIG GUY: Never step in front of a moving bus.
BIG GUY: Bumpy ride alert -- let's hope those bombs stay put!
RUSTY: What was that thing, Big Guy?
BIG GUY: Legend-2's down for the count. We'll have to transport the bombs manually... [Rusty almost drops one] and carefully?
BIG GUY: Warm welcome. We've overstayed it.
BIG GUY: I'd shake, but my hands are full.
BIG GUY: Keep flying, kid. I'll cover you.
BIG GUY: Stuffy down here. You fellas need ventilation!
BIG GUY: Seen enough rubble for one week.
BIG GUY: I've got a package to deliver.
BIG GUY: The big enchilada. It's obviously manmade -- if you call those rocks on legs 'men'.
MAGMA MAN (as put by Rusty's translator): No more cave world. We rise. We free -- forever!
RUSTY: Hey! There are people living in the surface world! Nice people!
BIG GUY: Looks like a convention. I'll have to mix in with the locals. [smears self with magma] Now all I need is a big rock.
BIG GUY: Sorry, don't speak Rock. Se habla Kaboom?
BIG GUY: No time for fisticuffs. Bomb's set to blow!
MAGMA MAN: Hobo nik'chatu!
BIG GUY: Hoo! Bad breath.
BIG GUY: If you can't stand the heat, get out of my way!
BIG GUY: Time to fight fire with fire.
BIG GUY: [covering Rusty with his arms] Duck and cover, kid!
RUSTY: We're out of bombs!
BIG GUY: Rusty, maybe you're thinking you can't pull this off, think you need me there to back you up. But just remember that you and I, we're made from the same stuff: taxpayer dollars, American pride, and the sweat of an honest day's work. You can do it, son. I know you can.
MACK: He still can't hear ya.
SLATE: How do you feel?
111. "The Big Boy"
RUSTY: Dr. Slate, how come I haven't grown any bigger? I've been
powered up for months, and I haven't grown a single inch!
RUSTY: Dr. Lester, who's he?
RUSTY (in T-7000 body): Look, Dr. Slate! I'm all grown up!
SLATE: Rusty, you're downloading out of there right now!
RUSTY (stuck in pipe): I'll...uh...take the door.
RUSTY: I nailed him! And I didn't even fall on my butt! Cool!
BIG GUY: Sweet Betsy Ross!
BIG GUY: Hmm.
PHOTOGRAPHERS: Over here, Rusty!
MACK: Now what next -- he gonna grow whiskers?
DONOVAN: Slate! Come down from there! I'm warning you....
THORTON: No need for modesty, Doctor. Looks like the boy robot's
finally become the 'last line of defense' you people promised.
RUSS: 'Double Chin Clop-Chop'. Awright!
RUSS: I can see the whites of their eyes.
JENNY: Seems Big Guy and the Teen Titan are busy with another call.
RUSS: I will make them pay!
GAGE: Quark has corruption codes ingrained in every circuit.
QUARK UNDERLING (looking at Rusty's old body): Want it in the
RUSS: Thanks for being my chief mechanic, Mack.
GARTH: Needs a #10 fuse!
RUSS: Your ball, Mack!
SLATE: There. A new ambulatory regulator should put spring in your
step, little guy.
RUSS: This flying solo sure gets lonely.
RUSS: The Big Guy signal! I mean, the Big Little Guy sig.... My first signal!
CARGO: Software's pretty small potatoes, ain't it, Gage?
BIG RIG: Well. If it ain't Big Guy Lite.
RUSS: Looks like I've just cracked my first case!
MACK: Any of you heard from the kid?
QUARK SECURITY BOTS: Out of here. Out of here. Out of here.
RUSTY: Oh...why'd I have to go and grow up so fast?
MACK: Knew you was getting a fat head, kid. Didn't know you'd lose it.
RUSTY: All that firepower, and I couldn't even nab three lowlife
MACK: Kid, you're just a head.
BIG GUY: Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
BIG GUY: Hope you didn't pay a lot for that. Head's missing.
BIG GUY: That's what I think of trendy eyewear.
BIG GUY: "Robot Rule #1: Never harm a human." Which you ain't.
RUSTY: I got a bone to pick.
RUSTY: The name's Rusty.
RUSTY: Ooh. Button.
BIG RIG: Uncle!
DWAYNE: Think, Dwayne. Think! [gets an idea]
BIG GUY: Say ah!
RUSTY: Hey, Big Guy! Wanna see a cookie crumble?
BIG GUY: We might have wanted to study that.
RUSTY: I don't believe it! While my head was away, my body grew
a whole inch!
RUSTY: Why would they want to Swiss-cheese a darn dam?
Initiating RCPR. [pause] C'mon, kid, reboot!
Rusty'll pull through. He's a tough little piece of hardware.
DWAYNE: You must have backups of Rusty's programming. Can't you
just restore him?
SLATE: But why?
Where am I? Dentist? But I don't get cavities...do I?
Hey! Hey! Noone's allowed in my noggin except Dr. Slate!
>Moon Platoon rulez!
>Off topic. No Moon chat, I'm outie....
>Quark? Is that a new show?
So we hack into its CMOS and trick it into thinking its job is done.
>Rusty. Why don't you stay and chat a while?
RUSTY: So you
were trying to take stuff out of my head!
>Tough room. I'm outie!
Surrender your logic circuit or prepare to short-circuit.
Keyword: Magitech Warriors!
Interlopers! Yeu trespass in the land of Anthrax the Terrible.
I shall smite thee into gristle!
My name is Rusty, a level six Cyber-sorceror with great Charm.
I cast a Nil spell on you!
Consider thee smoten.
You dare disturb the sleep of Draggar the Loathesome?
Scanning faceprint; Boy Robot Rusty. User profile -- verified.
>I'M IN COMPOOTER
DWAYNE: Slate, you are amazing.
Rusty's a terrible speller.
Dr. Slate would never let me surf after powerdown time!
SLATE (typing): A train leaves Chicago at 3 PM traveling 60 miles
Rusty-this, Rusty-that -- Quark is losing roughly 32,000 dollars
a second. Reboot the mainframe!
Relax. That's why we have manuals.
RUSTY: Big Guy? How'd you get here?
You have mail!
My ball! My ball!
Time to knock out those titanium teeth.
Then I guess I'll have to go digital -- as in 'a ten-digit
Say hello to KingdomCome.com!
A waste of software.
I had this weird dream. And you were there, and you....
That's the Dr. Slate I know!