Robots (2005)

Actors

• Jim Broadbent (actor)
• Mel Brooks (actor)
• Drew Carey (actor)
• David Crommett (actor)
• Darin De Paul (actor)
• Dylan Denton (actor)
• Will Denton (actor)
• Marshall Efron (actor)
• Marshall Efron (actor)
• Marshall Efron (actor)
• Marshall Efron (actor)
• Damien Fahey (actor)
• Dann Fink (actor)
• Lowell Ganz (actor)
• Terry Bradshaw (actor)

Genres

• Adventure
• Animation
• Comedy
• Family
• Romance
• Sci-Fi

Taglines:

You can shine no matter what you're made of.
The biggest comedy ever assembled!
Repair for adventure!
Riveting in IMAX

Quotes:

Fender: [Inside the Sweeper] Open the door! Open the door! [the door opens on the chop shop] Whoa! Close the doors! Close the doors!

Ratchet: Why be you when you can be new?

Fender: Oh, it used to be a lot worse. They used to have this giant hammer... [Rodney screams] Hey, they brought it back!

Fender: [his arms have just fallen off] Oh, no, look at that, now they're arm wrestling.::[the arms are wrestling each other]::Fender: Could you please separate them? Hurry, my back itches.

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!

Fender: [to Rodney] You know, my last roommate jumped out THAT window.

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: [shouts] Aunt Fanny... We're home!

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!

Aunt Fanny: Say hello to my dimpled friend!

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Microphone - Slaughterhouse
• Microphone - Raheem Devaughn
• Microphone - Bombshell Rocks
• Microphone - Millionaires
• Microphone - Manic Drive
• Microphone - Coconut Records
• Microphone - Darin
• Microphone - Citizens Here & Abroad
• Microphone - Example
• Microphone - Bride

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, yeah...
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece
I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes
Lookin like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint - it's like Spock
Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'm a, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout?
+Die Hard+ like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-I
I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone
The illest nigga that's holdin that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that (microphone)
Turn up the motherfuckin sound on that microphone
[Crooked I:]
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'm a DIE on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bullshit that Mike was on
You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)
You're verbally flirtin with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out!
We the mob, homie who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob!
Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin think it's a pissing contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
They better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
[Joell Ortiz:]
You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell his R's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin like a ineen milli{? }
Now I'm havin a whale of a good time, I'm a +Free Willy+
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin insanity and they so sane
Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster
[Joe Budden:]
Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin off
I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a FLUCK how I come across
All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
Gun go off, havin like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope
Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet
Too many blueprints, not enough architects
Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
FUCK record sales or who the machine markets best
I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test
I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next
Too many frontin like y'all that fly
REACH it, cause we set the bar that high (FOOL)
[Royce Da 5'9":] I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
[Crooked I:] You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
[Joell Ortiz:] You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone
[Joe Budden:] Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone

[Verse 1:]
She is the passion
She is my melody
And I amplify, amplify her sexuality
When the lights go out
My bed is the stage
Her body is the pole
And we just lose control
And let nature take it's course
Just like that I'm in the palm of her hand
Like a mike in the stand
Turn us up if ya'll don't hear me
[Chorus:]
Like the greatest show on earth known to man
Mike check one two
Mike check one two two
Like the whole world inside the palm of her hand
Mike check one two
Mike check one two
Like the perfect song in the key of love
Mike check one two
Mike check one two two
We gone repeat the love cause I can't get enough
When she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohhh when she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohhh when she's all on my microphone
I'll make her ooh I'll make her oh
When she's all on my micropone
The greatest show known to man
Is in the palm of her hand
What a work of art
When she's all on my microphone
[Verse 2:]
Verse two only gets better
Like the calm of a storm
Before it get wetter
And when she does that sexy choreography
It's like a pole dance trick
And she's on top of me
When the lights go out
Her body is like a speaker
Amplifies when I freak her
Loud as a siren
Falsetto dream
I make her body draw
Like an 808 form
Like a mike in the stand
In the palm of her hand
[Chorus]
[Hook:]
Her lips are pricelss
Her body is priceless
Her technique is priceless
Like a sold out show
After paying all my dough
But now she's on my body like a stage
First the lights dim down
And I'm plugged in now
And the show begins
She makes the night seems so long
Like a never ending song
When she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohh when she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohh when she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohh when she's all on my microphone
Oooh oh oh ohh when she's all on my microphone
Mike check one two

Monday morning wondering
What's that little something
That's gonna solve it once again?
It burns inside of me
Wanna get it out you see
Wanna leave before I'll go insane
Hey, I've had my say
The rain falls, I'm on my way
Turn off the microphone
Bye my second home
I'll leave this place for fertile grounds
Blow the speakers with an honest sound
I was killing time and now I bleed
It wipes the dirt right off my clothes
Gives me hope when I need it the most

Verse 1
I scream your name
as you sing
what you do
i fall for you
i sing along
to all your songs
you on stage
lets engage
(Pre Chorus)
you know i love it
now i gotta touch it
you know how much i love it
now i really want to touch it, so...
(Chorus)
after the show
no one will ever know
i want to touch your microphone
now that we're all alone
no one will ever know
i wanna touch your microphone
check check check 1 2
check check check 3 4
check check check 1 2
tell me that you want me more
(verse 2)
Hold me tight
just for 1 night
don't take it slow
i won't say no
sing in my ear
your song i hear
i feel my fingers
getting near
(Pre Chorus)
you know i love it
now i gotta touch it
you know how much i love it
now i really want to touch it, so...
(Chorus)
after the show
no one will ever know
i want to touch your microphone
now that we're all alone
no one will ever know
i wanna touch your microphone
check check check 1 2
check check check 3 4
check check check 1 2
tell me that you want me more
check check check 1 2
check check check 3 4

I love that rhythm and I'm loving that tone
That's blastin' through this system through this microphone
Yeah we got the good news and we'll scream it out loud
We're gonna do this till the lights go out
And I don't mind if you like or dislike
'Cause when it all comes down I'm the guy with the mic
And if you're not down then I'll guess you'll have to stand
'Cause we'll be rocking with the rest of the band
Me and my mic
Me and my mic
Me and my microphone
Rock brothers are you with me?
Soul sisters can you hear me?
Let the whole world know
I got my microphone
And we got some good news tonight
[x2]
Buckle in and we'll bring you up to speed
Manic drivers in the front the rest can go and take the back seat
'Cause with my microphone we live it out loud
We're gonna do this till the lights go out
And I don't care if I ever get caught
I'll be speaking the truth through 80, 000 watts and
Amplify my mind through this stereo
With the help from this microphone
Me and my mic,
Me and my mic,
Me and my microphone
Rock brothers are you with me?
Soul sisters can you hear me?
Let the whole world know
I got my microphone
And we got some good news tonight
[x2]
Guitars that rock out, a bass that pounds
Yeah we're making some noise, and there's no way to turn us down
Yeah actions speak louder than words, and so they say
But with this little microphone my words will surely blow you away
So scream it out now
I live it out now
I breathe you in 'cause my heart's in your hands
So let us begin, from the start to the end
Over and over and over and over again
Me and my mic,
Me and my mic,
Me and my microphone
Rock brothers are you with me?
Soul sisters can you hear me?
Let the whole world know
I got my microphone
And we got some good news tonight
[x4]
Me and my mic,
Me and my mic,

Slow down, you are out of control
One of us is right, and one of us is wrong
And, I know that you're not coming home
There's nowhere to park, after it gets dark, yeah
Can't tell what I want when you sing
So keep it to yourself, I haven't missed anything
You are my voice, my microphone
You are my voice, so take me on
You are my voice
Slow down, you are out of control
It could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong
And, warmed up and your hair is too long
What if I was young? What if I was younger?
And so, finally she showed
I never should have asked, it was a long time ago
You are my voice, my microphone
You are my voice, so take me on
You are my voice
You are my voice
You are my voice, my microphone
You are my voice my microphone
You are my voice, so take me on
You are my voice, my microphone
You are my voice
You are my voice
You are my voice
One of us is right, and one of us is wrong

Hit the lights
Stop the show
Here my first note in this microphone
Stop the band
Pass the throne
Once I shed my soul in this microphone
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic
In this microphone
Standing in the center of attention
Floating ten feet off the ground
The world belongs to me
It's time
It's time for some fucking recognition
Yeah its time to rock this town
It's here right underneath
My feet
I take a breath
I break the shell
It's the life or death
Hit the lights
Stop the show
Here my first note in this microphone
Stop the band
Pass the throne
Once I shed my soul in this microphone
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic
In this microphone
I can feel the transformation
When I break out of my shell
I'll beak on someone else
Myself
Tired of being something that I'm just not
Only this can set me free
This spot belongs to me
It's mine
I take a breath
I'll break the shell
It's the life or death
Hit the lights
Stop the show
Here my first note in this microphone
Stop the band
Pass the throne
Once I shed my soul in this microphone
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic
In this microphone
Yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah oh yeah oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this microphone
In this mic
In this mic

I know it's somewhere, if I could only get there.
Grab a microphone, plug it in, and turn up the volume.
If you have to just take a breath and put the words
together.
Try to forget that anyone's watching.
Grab a microphone plug it in and turn up the volume.
Stuck in my throat, worry and hope.
Which one will stay with me forever?
I want it more, two days or four.
How long can I go, 7-Eleven.
Keep up the pace. Try not to waste a minute of time.
Try to keep going. Stuck in my throat, worry and hope.

Took everything I said with a pinch of salt, coming out with rubbish at intervals, don't take what I say as an insult, exactly what I did to the kids at school, I guess this probably means I'm into you, so I've put it down in words to speak the truth, and girl I hardly know this is original hoping this should make sense to you, these words you know they give me guidance and I just hear the silence, nothing worse then silence, so let me bring the sirens, we can fight the giant's, we can battle tirants all day we'll stay all night and pray
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
I don't need no microphone
Saying what I fought was a piece of cake, on the evidence of things I seen today, I keep on saying things I don't mean to say on repeat on repeat on repeat today and I don't really care what the people say so you'll never see me looking for legal haye, every now and then I just reach a stage I just see you out and lead the way, these words you know they give me guidance, and I just hear the silence, nothing worse then silence, so let me bring the sirens, we can fight the giant we can battle tirants all day we'll stay all night and pray
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
I don't need no microphone
I can make the whole world hear me
I can make the whole world hear me sing [x2]
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
I don't need no microphone
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
Throw your stones
We can hold our own [x2]
I can make the whole world hear me
I can make the whole world hear me sing [x2]
Throw your stones
We can hold our own
Throw your stones
We can hold our own

The truth, the hurt, the Spirit, the Word
The Voice, the choice, who will you serve
The Life, the Blood, the tree the Love
I've paid my dues, below and above
The race, the prize, the in outside
The fire, the crier, the flames expire
Abounding in hope the anchor my soul
Jesus the Christ, All enter the light
The first resurrection, mercy and truth
Remember the life imparted to you
They come they go like a river they flow
The first, the last, the future, the past
YOU CAN HEAR ME
YOU CAN HEAR ME
YOU CAN HEAR ME