The Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot Season 2 Episode 16

Slate: Rusty, you're amazing.
Big Guy: I have to concur, Son. Just... don't get a swelled head.

Big Guy: Nothing up my sleeves. (pointing arm at Neugog) Whoops. There is something up my sleeve! (forearm cannon emerges and blasts Neugog).

Rusty: Your head's even bigger than mine!
Pierre: Bigger. Smarter. And psychokinetic.
Rusty: You mean psycho.

Big Guy: Fellas, seems you both had a little too much to think.

Neugog: Oh? Care to calculate the elusive zeta constant of the Unified Field Theorem?
Pierre: Six-point-one-four. Duh. And I'm sure you can tell me the unknown ratio of the fifth dimensional string equation.
Neugog: Epsilon over pi.
Pierre: Is not.
Neugog: Is so.
Pierre: Is not.
Neugog: Is so.
Pierre: Is not!

Pierre: I'm more Einstein than Frankenstein.

Rabbi: (at bar mitzvah in synagogue) Because today, you are no longer a boy! You are a man.
Big Guy: (breaking through wall) Anyone for pie? Piping hot! (The boy, his parents, and the rabbi all look shocked.)...Sorry. Wrong address, citizens. Mazel tov.

Big Guy: If he ticks, clock 'im!

Big Guy: It is my duty to inform you that in the event you decide to pull a fast one, the Boy Robot has already selected a thematically appropriate classic maneuver to be administered by me. Now, can you sniff out our prep?
Neugog: Can the shark smell blood?

Big Guy: Pull on your oven mitts Rusty, it's time to shake hands with the Devil.

Pierre: Focus, focus...Go boom.

Pierre: My cranium brims with psychokinetic energy beyond all comprehension. Except my own, of course.

Big Guy: Sweet Henry F....

Rusty: Dr. Slate! Dr. Slate, say something!
Slate: Buh. Duh. Guh.
Rusty: Say something else!

Pierre: (sniffing) Ah, nothing like the scent of a high IQ.

Big Guy: And if Spider Sam's creeping down the corridors... (smashes fist into hand) ...he'd better have a hall pass.

Slate: He displays all the symptoms of total synaptic deletion. Ring any bells?
Big Guy: Just one ding dong named Neugog.

Pierre: (to Donovan and Jenny) I'm hungry...very hungry...but I crave nutrition, not empty calories.

Pierre: (sniffing hungrily, to scientist using vending machine) Say, you're not a...nuclear physicist...
Scientist: How did you know?
Pierre: I can smell it...on your brain!

Rustty: This area is restricted, Pi-erre.
Pierre: Hello, Rudolph.
Rustty: The name's Rusty. What do you think you're doing?
Pierre: Looking for a few spare parts for my next science project.
Rustty: Your last science project nearly caused...
Pierre: A minor apocalypse, yes, whatever.
Rustty: Uh, yeah... and you practically destroyed New Tronic City. You better leave pronto!