[A tractor is clearing down trees for farming.]
Aah! It's Killdozer! Clint Walker, no!
Here, thousands of acres of rainforest are cleared away. Who cares?
CACrow [as driver]
Stupid trees! God, I hate them.
Joel
Early tractor pulls, not that much fun. This is the freestyle competition.
Don't see many of these trees anymore. Well, down it goes.
The sad thing is this guy doesn't even work for anybody. He's just doing this for kicks!
[Servo has Crow cover him in skin-color paint to fufill his desire to be a "real boy"]
The human body in all its many shapes and sizes is a wonder to behold! Today I emerge from my metal chrysalis... I am no longer Tom Servo- mere robot; I am now Tom Servo- real live boy! Ah-ha! Snips and snails and puppy dogs' tails, that's what Tommy boy's made of!
Joel
Really, huh? I knew this was gonna happen someday- you've come down with Pinocchio Syndrome!
Nonsense! It has always been my dream to be a real live boy; and now, I am that very thing.
Joel
Why? There's millions of real live boys on Earth; [but] there's only one Tom Servo!
I want to run and jump and skin my knees!
I- I wanna catch frogs down by the ol' swimming hole.
Your arms don't even work.
[starting to become forlorn] I want to experience the world of emotions and feelings!
[bluntly] You'll get beat up, because you're a freak.
[sorrowfully, as Joel comforts him] Oh; now I know I'm a real life boy- I can feel my heart breaking.
Joel
Okay, so, is everybody done with their art-therapy project?
Joel, what's the point of this art-therapy stuff, anyway, huh?
Joel
Well, by having you draw pictures of your idealized family, maybe you can escape some of the deep psychological problems that Jimmy, the star of today's movie, suffered because of his family. So let's see what you've drawn, okay? This is Crow's... .
[Crow's drawing is a giant version of himself with a handlebar mustache, knives for hands, and lasers firing from his chest, walking down a city street crushing buildings]
That's my dad. He's all-powerful! His hands are made of stainless steel and he has lasers that shoot out of his chest. Pyeww! Pyeww!
I don't have to tell ya, he's the coolest dad in the whole neighborhood. And when we go to father-son picnics, we win every event. And he dispenses homespun wisdom and teaches solid Midwestern values while crushing all who block his path!
Joel
Uh huh. And what about the handlebar mustache?
Joel
Okay, let's see here. [writes] "Oral obsession with mustache indicates nasal-labial shame." Good, okay. Now let's see yours here, Tom. What's this?
[Tom's drawing is two women holding hands, with a big robot standing behind them]
Okeydoke! Uh, that's my mom, my dad and my mom. My mom is Hayley Mills, my dad is Gigantor and my mom is Peggy Cass.
Joel
Uh huh. And why are your moms holding hands, Tom?
Joel
Okay, let's see... . [writes] "Latent "Parent Trap" syndrome." [aside whisper] Man should be in a straitjacket! [addresses Gypsy] Okay, Gypsy, this one's really nice, what about this one?
[Gypsy's is of her, Crow, Joel, Tom and Cambot--holding hands, with Richard Basehart looking down on them from a cloud overhead]
Gypsy: Well, Joel, my ideal family is right here! And I know Richard Basehart watches over us all.
Joel
Oh, that's really sweet, Gypsy. But tell me, why does Richard Basehart get to play God?
Uh, Joel? Why are you spending your time psychoanalyzing robots?
Joel
Um... .I don't know.
[Short but awkward silence]
Joel
I'm kidding, of course.
[Commercial sign]
Joel
We'll be right back. I do know! I really do know.
[on the S.O.L. bridge, Joel dresses like a Bond villain, as the Bots dress as his henchmen]
Joel
Alright, it's time for my daily back rub; who's going to do the honors?
Joel, none of us having working arms.
Joel
I know.
[Well-off but naive runaway Danny latches onto professional hobo Bix Dugan. They stroll through a small town.]
I'm hungry! Let's get something to eat.
SAServo [as Bix]
You're catchin' on, kid. That was very insightful of you.
[The two enter a diner.]
JAJoel [as Danny]
We're hungry, but I thought of it! Ya know-- d'ya think that could be my new job, Bix -- decidin' when ta eat?
CACrow [as Bix]
Shut up, Danny.
The 5:15 from Duluth,
Oh my! It just derailed!
The toxic waste is spillin',
The conductor's been impaled.
A benzene cloud has risen
And the whole town's startin' to cough.
JSJoel, Servo
[to the beat] [cough, cough] … [cough, cough]
[Bix tries to convince a mob led by the distraught father of Carrie that he didn't actually kill the girl]
I wouldn't hurt her; I loved her!
CSCarrie's Father
You loved her?! [throws a punch to Bix's jaw]
[as Carrie's Father] That's great!
CSCarrie's Father
She tied you down; that's what you said- I heard you myself!
Joel
[sarcastically] Carrie's dad really shines in a crisis.