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CAPITAIN: This is the captain. I am locked in my room.
EVE, WALL-E, bring the plant to the lido deck
I'll have activated the holo-detector. Now, hurry. Auto's probably going to cut me off...
SECUR-T: Halt. EVE: Ah! SECUR-T: Halt.
PR-T THE BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Oh, my.
M-O: Clear SECUR-T: Oh! Halt, halt.
CAPITAIN: Look what I got, Auto.
AUTO: Not possible.
CAPITAIN: That's right. The plant. You want it? Come and get it, blinky
AUTO: No. CAPITAIN: Ha-ha!
AUTO: Captain? Captain? Let go. Let go.
CAPITAIN: Too heavy for you? Huh?
AUTO: Get off.
CAPITAIN: You're not getting away from me, one-eye.
AUTO: Get off.
CAPITAIN: Is that all you got?
CAPITAIN: That's it. A little closer.
AUTO: Cease and desist, not good CAPITAIN: Got you. JOHN: Whoa! SHIP'S COMPUTER: Remain calm. Remain calm.
CAPITAIN: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're having a slight malfunction with the autopilot.
SHIP'S COMPUTER: Please remain calm.
EVE: Ah! AUTO: Enough.
MARY: Hey. What? John? EVE: Whoa! JOHN: No, no, no!
PR-T THE BEAUTICIAN-BOT: I gotcha! MARY: John, get ready to have some kids! Look out! JOHN: Ah! WALL-E: Oh! AUTO: No. EVE: WALL-E! CAPITAIN: No! WALL-E: Uh-oh. EVE: Oh, no! CAPITAIN: Auto? EVE: WALL-E! CAPITAIN: Auto, you are relieved of duty.
AUTO: No. EVE: Plant! Plant! M-O: Foreign contaminant. EVE: Plant! M-O: EVE! SHIP'S COMPUTER: Plant origin verified. EVE: WALL-E. SHIP'S COMPUTER: Course set for Earth Ten seconds to hyper-jump. Nine...
SHIP'S COMPUTER: ... eight...
SHIP'S COMPUTER: ... seven, six, five, four...
MARY: Oh, no. WALL-E.
SHIP'S COMPUTER: ... three, two, one, zero. EVE: WALL-E!
EVE: WALL-E. EVE. Ooh! WALL-E? Ooh! WALL-E? WALL-E. WALL-E!
WALL-E: EVE? EVE: WALL-E? WALL-E: EVE!
M-O: Whee! You're kidding! Go, go, go. Go, go.
CAPITAIN: This is called farming! You kids are going to grow all kinds of plants. Vegetable plants. Pizza plants! It's good to be home!
That it only took a moment past Wall-E and Eve holding hands in his truck over M-O and the Rejects cleaning outside...
Through the trash towers of the city past a field of plants, sprouting from its peak up through the cloud cover out into space...
"To be loved a whole life long."
...and settles on our single drab brown little planet.
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