Rodney Copperbottom: But I don't want my picture taken.
Fender: You don't?
Rodney Copperbottom: No.
Fender: That's okay, there's no film in the camera.
Rodney Copperbottom: But you're Bigweld. You can fix anything.
Bigweld: I used to think so. To me the company was about making life better, but to Ratchet, it was making money that came first. I became old-fashioned, and outmode. Ratchet beat me, and he's gonna beat you.
Rodney Copperbottom: But...
Bigweld: The world you're looking for no longer exists. You missed it. Find some other foolish dream.
Rodney Copperbottom: Crank, the idol of millions is gone, and no one seems to care. There should be an angry mob out there.
[angry mob runs past the window]
Fender: [Fender, Rodney and the others go out to investigate the mob] Wow! That was great, psychic friend! Now say, "Money should be falling from the sky."
Rodney Copperbottom: Hey Fender.
[Rodney does arm farts]
Fender: Yeah Baby, let 'er rip!
[Rodney and Fender are doing arm farts]
Crank: What are you guys, 3 years old? This is how a man does it.
[Crank does arm farts]
Piper: You guys are SO gross! Besides, this is how you do it.
[Piper does arm farts]
Aunt Fanny: Hey kids, get a load of this...
[does BIG farts; Everyone is grossed out]
Piper: Aunt Fanny, we were using our arms!
Crank: Ugh, light a match!
Lamppost: Lady... please... see a doctor...
Lamppost: [the lamppost passes out]
Rodney Copperbottom: Hey! You're Tim from the TV show!
Tim the Gate Guard: That's me!
Rodney Copperbottom: Well, hey, Tim! Who closed the gate? It's never supposed to be...
Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, okay. What do you want?
Rodney Copperbottom: Huh? Oh. I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld. I'm an inventor.
Tim the Gate Guard: Oh! Why didn't you say so? Stand back.
[Tim opens the gate; Rodney stands in awe]
Rodney Copperbottom: Thanks.
[Starts to go in, but the gate closes suddenly]
Rodney Copperbottom: What?
Tim the Gate Guard: I gotcha! You see, 'cause you were all excited, and then boom!
Tim the Gate Guard: All right, I had my laugh. Go on in.
[the gate opens; Rodney starts walking, but the gate closes again]
Rodney Copperbottom: What? Hey!
Tim the Gate Guard: [laughing] Now that's funny! The second time! You really think I'm going to let you in! But I'm not.
Rodney Copperbottom: If anything goes wrong, we'll signal each other.
Fender: What kind of signal would you want? You want something kind of subtle, like...
[Barks loudly like a seal]
Fender: Oh, how about this?
Fender: [Very loudly] Caw-caw! Caw-caw! R-R-R-R-R-Ricola!
Rodney Copperbottom: Subtle.
Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld, are you okay?
Bigweld: I'm the prettiest girl at the Harvest Moon Ball.
Rodney Copperbottom: I'll take that as a no.
Rodney Copperbottom: Something's wrong. There's some-some highly polished jerk sitting in Bigweld's chair!
Tim the Gate Guard: Yeah, and you're sitting on the sidewalk, magentized!
Tim the Gate Guard: [laughs]
Rodney Copperbottom: So, what are you guys doing today?
Fender: We're doing it.
Piper: What about you?
Rodney Copperbottom: Mr. Bigweld is missing and you're all just going to sit around and do nothing?
Fender: I think that's already been established.
Rodney Copperbottom: [as the dominoes are falling in Bigweld's workshop] This is more elaborate than the TV show.