Hot Rod

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Hot Rod is a 2007 film about a self-proclaimed stuntman named Rod Kimble who, after finding out that his stepfather is dying, decides that it is up to him to earn the money needed to save him.

Written by Pam Brady and directed by Akiva Schaffer.
Smack destiny in the face. taglines

Rod Kimble

  • You're wrong, Frank. I'm not a kid, I'm a man. I am gonna get you better, and then I'm gonna beat you to death!
  • I needed to think last night. So I galloped into a wooded glen, and after punch dancing out my rage and suffering an extremely long and very painful fall, I realized what has to be done.
  • You're the devil!
  • Have fun being married to SATAN!

Kevin Powell

  • It's bouncing around the Internet like a beach ball at a Nickelback concert.

Dialogue

Rod Kimble: All great men have mustaches!
Frank Powell: Yeah, but real men actually grow them!
Rod Kimble: You know I have a hormone disorder!
Frank Powell: Ooh!

Rod Kimble: [Absent-mindedly, as Denise walks away] You look pretty.
Denise: [Turning around] What?
Rod Kimble: Uh, I said you look shitty; goodnight Denise! [Turns and runs away}

Richardson: There is no tool in this pool.

Rod Kimble: We're gonna jump 15 buses.
Rico: Woah, come on, Rod. That's nearly as many as Evel Knievel jumped.
Rod Kimble: It's actually one more than Evel Knievel jumped, Rico. I know. I checked. Online.

Rod Kimble: Now who's with me? [everyone raises their hand] Good. Now let's celebrate.

Rico: I had another weird dream last night, this time it was the one where I am fighting like a thousand wizards and the only way to kill them is to punch them as hard as I can in the face, and after I finally finished the last of them all their wizard wives came out and just wanted me to have sex with them...which is kinda weird.

Rod Kimble: I thought it would be fun if we all went around and said our name and a little something about ourselves. I'll start. My name is Rod, and I like to party. Alright. Dave, you're up.
Dave: Uh, hi, uh, my name is Dave, and, uh, I like to party.
Rod Kimble: Uh, no Dave, I just said that I party so maybe you could do something different from me.
Dave: My name is Dave, and I am the stuntman.
Rod Kimble: You know what, let's move on. Rico, you're up.
Rico: Uh, hello. I'm Rico, and I like to party.
Rod Kimble: Yeah, uh, Rico, what'd I just say to Dave?
Rico: Who?
Rod Kimble: Dave.
Kevin Powell: I like to party, and I'm Rod.
Rod Kimble: No, you're Kevin!
Kevin Powell: Right. Kevin. I party.
Rod Kimble: No. No you don't. Okay, nobody parties but me.
Dave: Yes. And we party.
Rod Kimble: No!
Rico: Yeah, just Rod.
Rod Kimble: Yes!
Rico: And me.
Rod Kimble: No! I'm the only one who parties!
Kevin Powell: I'm pretty sure I've partied before.
Rod Kimble: No, Kevin, I know for a fact you don't party. Okay, you do NOT party!
Kevin Powell: You're right. Dave is the party guy.
Dave: Huh-huh, sweet.
Rod Kimble: Oh my god, shut up! Okay, I'm just gonna do it for you. Denise, this is the crew. Dave's the mechanic, Rico makes the ramps, and Kevin is team manager slash videographer. None of them party, right? Got it? Okay. Let's party.

Rod Kimble: My safe word will be whiskey.
Kevin Powell: [confused] Sorry, Rod, what was that?
Rod Kimble: Whiskey.
Kevin Powell: [still confused] Does that mean whiskey?
Rod Kimble: What?
Kevin Powell: You're saying it weird.
Rod Kimble: Saying what wheird?
Kevin Powell: All of it.
Rod Kimble: Where do you get off?
Kevin Powell: I just don't get why you're saying it that way.
Rod Kimble: Why am I saying what what whay?
Kevin Powell: Forget it.
Rod Kimble: I whill! I whill forget it!

Rod Kimble: Woah, whiskey! Whiskey! Whiiskeeeeeeeeeey! Whiskeeey! Whiskeeeeey! [runs into a parked RV]

Rico: Oh shit!
Denise: Rod! Are you ok?
Rod Kimble: Ooohhh...the safety word didn't help.

Kevin Powell: Hey, Rod, what's that song about grandma getting run over by a reindeer?
Rod Kimble: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer?
Kevin Powell: No...

Denise: Oh, Rod. What were you going to ask me?
Rod Kimble: Oh, right. I was gonna ask you who you think would win in a fight between... a grilled cheese sandwich and a taco.
Denise: Is that what you were really going to ask me?
Rod Kimble: Of course.
Denise: Um, grilled cheese. But only in a fair fight. If it was prison rules, I'd put my money on the taco.
Rod Kimble: Wow, that's pretty racist, but correct.

Rod Kimble: [whispering] Frank. I know you're sleeping but I just wanted you to know the training is going really great. My reflexes are sharp, I'm crazy agile, and I have a date. So, anyways, that's the update. Sleep tight. [turns around]
Frank Powell: Who're you talking to?
Rod Kimble: Haaah! Haaaaaah!

Rod Kimble: Hey, Denise, have I ever shown you a picture of my dead dad?
Denise: No.
Rod Kimble: Oh, you've gotta see it. He's super dead.
Denise: That's him?
Rod Kimble: Yeah
Denise: [giggles] He looks so nice. He was a stuntman?
Rod Kimble: Oh, yeah. He used to work for Evel Knievel, testing his bikes before big jumps. He would do the jumps first to make sure they were safe and let Evel come in and get all the glory. Then after a while the old man said, "To hell with that. I want the credit I deserve." So one afternoon, he set out to jump ten milk trucks. He nailed the take-off, but when he landed, something terrible happened. His front tire exploded like a cannonball, and his handle bars went straight through his head. Blood was everywhere. His teeth were ground down to a powder, and the front of his face exploded out the back of his skull. He died instantly...the next day.

Rod Kimble: '[to Kevin] You're the next Douglas Bubbletrousers!

Furious Boss: You're a terrible stuntman.
Rod Kimble: What?
Furious Boss: [louder] You're a terrible stuntman.
Rod Kimble: What?
Furious Boss: [screaming] You're a terrible stuntman!
Rod Kimble: Haha, I'm just kidding. I could hear you. It was just really mean.

Denise: Tai Chi teaches that if you focus your body and mind you'll be able to perform at the peak of your abilities.
Rod Kimble: Yes, sensei.
Denise: You don't have to call me sensei, Rod.
Rod Kimble: Got it. Sensei, I have a question: Is there a Tai Chi move that would make a grown man crap his pants and not know why?
Denise: I'm not going to lie to you, Rod. That move does exist. But you're not ready for it yet.
Rod Kimble: As you wish, Sensei.

Marie Powell: It's nice to see him smiling again.
Rod Kimble: Yeah, but you know what won't make him smile? [yelling] WHEN I MURDER HIM! [slams door and shatters window on door] And I'm genuinely sorry about the window!

Rico: I hope you enjoy the show.
Frank Powell: Trust me; I won't.

Rod Kimble: Your video made me look like an idiot.
Kevin Powell: I didn't mean to.
Rod Kimble: What was it Kev? Jealousy? You couldn't take everyone loving my stunts and thinking you're short?
Kevin Powell: I'm not short...
Rod Kimble: YES YOU ARE.
Kevin Powell: NO I'M NOT!

Rod Kimble: [after finding out his dad wasn't a stuntman] So how did he die?
Marie Powell: He choked on some pie.
Rod Kimble: What? Come on! Seriously?
Marie Powell: He wanted to win that contest so much...

Rod Kimble: I used to be legit. I was too legit. I was too legit to quit. But now I'm not legit. I'm unlegit. And for that reason, I must quit.
Denise: You don't mean that...
Rod Kimble: Yeah, I do. Stay sweet. [Walks away and gets hit by a car]

Kevin Powell: So, cool beans?
Rod Kimble: Cool beans.
Kevin Powell: Cool beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool beans.
Kevin Powell: Cool beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool beans.
Kevin Powell: Cool beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool beans.
Kevin Powell: Cool beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-Cool
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cooooooooooooool-
Kevin Powell: Be-Be-Be-Be-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-Cool
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: Coo-Coo-Cool
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: C-C-C-Cool
Kevin Powell: Beans-Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-
Kevin Powell: Beans.
Rod Kimble: Cool-Cool
Kevin Powell: Bea-Be-Be-Be-Be.
Rod Kimble: COOL BEANS!
Kevin Powell: So, cool beans?

Dave: Oh, whoa, wait, what...Why is Rod kissing his sister, man?
Rico: Uh, Denise isn't his sister.
Dave: She's not?
Kevin Powell: No.
Dave: Aw, man. That just shatters my entire universe.

Rod Kimbel: Souls of the Animal Kingdom! Eagle, Fox, Bottlenose Dolphin, Octopus, House Cat! Oaky; let's jump this jump!

Rod Kimbel: [waves to a taco while he's wandering through white nothingness] Hi. [a grilled cheese sandwich walks up to the taco and starts to fight with it] Ho, ho! Ho yeah! Yes! Yeah! [the taco is beating the grilled cheese sandwich with a folding chair] Finish him! Finish him! Yeah-heh-ha! [grilled cheese sandwich lies motionless with blood oozing out of the back of its head]
Denise: [distantly] Rod? Rod!
Rod Kimbel: Denise? [wakes up gasping]

Rod Kimbel: Denise, you were right; the taco won.

Scrooge: Ho-ho-ho! A cooked goose for everyone! Ha-ha-ha!
Radio Guy: It's Ebenezer Scrooge!
Scrooge: Yes! A cooked goose! Ha-ha-haaaaa!