Not bad, Kramer. Not bad at all. This is sort of post-modern Captain Hook kind of field and I'm diabolical. I deserve a dashing appelatian.
A dashing appelatian? What is that, a hillbilly with a tuxedo?
No, you idiot! It's a nickname, one that send my enemies cowering in fear. Too bad Hook is taken, eh?
S Sykes
How about Captain Claw?
Just Claw. One word like Madonna.
Well, anywho, captain, sir, Mr. Claw, I know how much you like to maintain an active lifestyle so I have managed to design a few interchangable options.
S Sykes
(mocking)
Very clever, Kramer.
Well, first we have the opera hand; For those special nights out. And I know how much you enjoy Japanese food so I made you a sushi hand. See there? Tasty. Also, I don't remember if you enjoyed that medieval fair but...
Kramer, that's enough. (to Sykes) Sykes, bring on the foot.
(Dr. Claw closes the case, pinning Kramer's hand)
Imagine my relief to have her support.
Anyway, sir. Like I said, without the chip, you... (Dr. Claw shows his chip) So you made the chip.
S Sykes
Hey, that's just looks like the guy we almost killed.
(Dr. Claw inserts the chip to activate RoboGadget)
Chips ahoy! Good morning, RoboGadget. You are the most advanced piece of computer technology in the world. What are you going to do now?
I'm going to kick some butt.
S Sykes
He looks so real.
(RoboGadget pokes Sykes' eyes)
An android of this quality could have a myriad of uses: shock troops, kamikaze pilots, hit men.
International rescue workers, teachers.
Oh, yes, I was getting to them. Well, let's see it in action, huh?
[Dr. Claw lowers the helmet on his head.]
Ohh. I'll just strap myself in. Okay, turn me on, Kramer. [Kramer activates machine, and Dr. Claw strains heavily] Move! Darn you, move! [Kramer slaps the head for a response, but gets nothing]
[stops straining as the machine powers down.]
Thank you for that, Sykes. You put it on. Come on.
S Sykes
Why can't he do it?
He's capable of intelligent thought. That's useful to me. [chuckles] Now I'll strap you in. Perhaps if we give him maximum voltage.
[uncertainly]
Yeah, that, uh, might work.
S Sykes
[Claw activates machine to maximum voltage, but Sykes howls in pain.] [in pain]
I want my MAMA! [continues howling in pain.]
Something got left behind. [Kramer slaps the robot's head again] What does Brenda have that I don't?
Okey-dokle, Sir. I've, uh, pretty much completed "Prometheus", per your specifications. And I must say the likeness is really quite convincing.
Good. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Kramer.
Hey, isn't that Dr. Brenda Bradford's private data?
Oh. Yes. I tapped into her files and stole her research.
[mocking]
"Why would you do that? Why would you do that?" [chortles mockingly and pinches Kramer's nose] Kramer, don't look so nonplussed. [lets go of Kramer's nose] Now that Dr. Bradford is part of the "Scolex Team", we share everything, or at least, we will.
Oh. Well, I think sharing files is a great way to bring the company together, you know, to make sure we're all singin' off the same song sheet, so to speak.
Imagine my relief to have your support.
Anyway, sir, like I said, without the chip, I don't think-- [Dr. Claw shows his chip] Oh! So, you made the chip.
S Sykes
Hey. That's just looks like the guy we almost killed.
[plugs ears]
Ohh, I didn't hear that!
Chips ahoy. [inserts the chip and activates RoboGadget, and gasps]
Good morning, RoboGadget. You have just been activated by the most advanced piece of computer technology in the world. What are you going to do now?
[bell dings]
I'm gonna kick some butt.
S Sykes
It looks so real. [RoboGadget hits him] Yeow!
[laughs triumphantly]
Very good, yes! Oh, Robo, nothing can stop us now!
Greetings, Inspector. Glad you could drop in.
You blew up me and my Chevette. And I really liked that car.
Well, you crushed my hand, and I really liked that hand. So Go, Go, get over it.
I don't know what you're up to, Scolex, but you'll never get away with it!
[chortles]
Oh, how cliché, Inspector. I think somebody's been watching too many Saturday morning cartoons. [Claw, Kramer, and Inspector Gadget look at the viewer. Sykes looks puzzled.]. Unfortunately, Gadget, in the real world, evil often quite prevails. Tsk. Afraid so. [to Sykes] Pull him up. [Sykes pushes button to turn Gadget upwards.] Now, look how your current replacement is helping people... [chortles] ...to cross the street.
Hey, he looks just like me. I don't get it. Why would you do this?
I'll tell you why. To make techno-warriors that never get tired, never get hungry, and never say "no". Every army in the world would be made up of my creations. Imagine the confusion, Gadget, huh? Imagine the perks. COMPRENDÉ?!
[annoyed chuckle]
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no. I comprendo, yo comprendo. Conjugate the word, for pity's sake.
Pull his N.S.A. chip before he butchers another language.
You're kidding, right? Okay, you see, he's always kidding! I never know.
This time, no. I wanna make sure nobody else can develop their own android. Do it! or you'll be building yourself a new head.
S Sykes
[laughs and grunts]
"New head".
[closes eyes]
Okay, I am not here right now. I am on a beach, with dolphins. And, oh, hi, look, it's a Starfish. [opens eyes] I don't feel so good. Ohh. [faints]
I'm sorry, Gadget. Good help is so hard to find these days. Would you mind if I do the honors, hmm? [Gadget shakes his head.] Well, here goes. Arrivèderci, ciao, ciao. [removes chip from Gadget and shuts him down.] Good-bye, Mr. Chip. [destroys N.S.A. chip, and the camera cuts to Gadget, with a shocked expression] Dump this idiot in the junkyard.
S Sykes
Yes, boss. [grabs Kramer]
[chortles]
Oh, no, not that idiot, this one.
S Sykes
[grunts]
I wish you'd be more specific. There's an awful lot of idiots around here.
[types on keyboard]
Attention, RoboGadget. Destroy the city and have some fun.
Okay, boss! You with the beard, come here!