RoboCop Quotes
In 2028 Detroit, when Alex Murphy - a loving husband, father and good cop - is critically injured in the line of duty, the multinational conglomerate OmniCorp sees their chance for a part-man, part-robot police officer.
Alex Murphy: Kind of suit is this?
Dr. Dennett Norton: It's not a... suit, Alex. It's... it-it's you. This was the only option. We're here, all of us, to make you whole again. Full body unlock. I want you to walk now, Alex. You can do that.
Alex Murphy: This seems so real.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Alex, it's-it's very important you understand what is happening. This is real. It's not a dream, i-it's not drugs or anesthetics.
Alex Murphy: I know I'm dreaming because I can feel all of this.
Jae Kim: Alex, amputees can often feel their missing appendages. It's called phantom limb sensation.
Alex Murphy: What do you mean "amputees?" What the hell did you do to me?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Alex, you need to relax.
Alex Murphy: Take this off me now.
Jae Kim: Alex...
Dr. Dennett Norton: You need to relax.
Alex Murphy: I need to get out of this thing.
Jae Kim: Alex, Dr. Norton saved all of...
Alex Murphy: What did you do to me?
[grabs Dr. Norton]
Alex Murphy: [shouting] What have you done to me?
Dr. Dennett Norton: It's not a... suit, Alex. It's... it-it's you. This was the only option. We're here, all of us, to make you whole again. Full body unlock. I want you to walk now, Alex. You can do that.
Alex Murphy: This seems so real.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Alex, it's-it's very important you understand what is happening. This is real. It's not a dream, i-it's not drugs or anesthetics.
Alex Murphy: I know I'm dreaming because I can feel all of this.
Jae Kim: Alex, amputees can often feel their missing appendages. It's called phantom limb sensation.
Alex Murphy: What do you mean "amputees?" What the hell did you do to me?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Alex, you need to relax.
Alex Murphy: Take this off me now.
Jae Kim: Alex...
Dr. Dennett Norton: You need to relax.
Alex Murphy: I need to get out of this thing.
Jae Kim: Alex, Dr. Norton saved all of...
Alex Murphy: What did you do to me?
[grabs Dr. Norton]
Alex Murphy: [shouting] What have you done to me?
Dr. Dennett Norton: He suffered 4th degree burns over 80% of his body. Lower spine has been severed. If he survives, he'll be paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. Mrs. Murphy, we... we don't have to do this.
Clara Murphy: I need to know everything before I make a decision. Please continue.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Vestibulocochlear, optical nerves have been critically damaged. He'll be blind in one eye. Most likely deaf.
Dr. Alan: Frankly, Dr. Norton and the Omni Foundation are the leaders in this field. In my opinion, this is the only chance your husband has. I'd seriously consider their offer.
Clara Murphy: I'm sorry, Doctor. I need time to think.
Liz Kline: I'm afraid, Mrs. Murphy, time is one thing you don't have.
Clara Murphy: You said you could save him, but what does that mean? What kind of life will he have?
Clara Murphy: I need to know everything before I make a decision. Please continue.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Vestibulocochlear, optical nerves have been critically damaged. He'll be blind in one eye. Most likely deaf.
Dr. Alan: Frankly, Dr. Norton and the Omni Foundation are the leaders in this field. In my opinion, this is the only chance your husband has. I'd seriously consider their offer.
Clara Murphy: I'm sorry, Doctor. I need time to think.
Liz Kline: I'm afraid, Mrs. Murphy, time is one thing you don't have.
Clara Murphy: You said you could save him, but what does that mean? What kind of life will he have?
[for demonstration, Mr. Kinney points a pistol at ED-209]
ED-209: [menacingly] Please put down your weapon. You have twenty seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Mr. Kinney drops the pistol on the floor. ED-209 advances, growling]
ED-209: You now have fifteen seconds to comply.
[Mr. Kinney turns to Dick Jones, who looks nervous]
ED-209: You are in direct violation of Penal Code 1.13, Section 9.
[entire room of people in full panic trying to stay out of the line of fire, especially Mr. Kinney]
ED-209: You have five seconds to comply.
Kinney: Help...! Help me!
ED-209: Four... three... two... one... I am now authorized to use physical force!
[ED-209 opens fire and shreds Mr. Kinney]
ED-209: [menacingly] Please put down your weapon. You have twenty seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Mr. Kinney drops the pistol on the floor. ED-209 advances, growling]
ED-209: You now have fifteen seconds to comply.
[Mr. Kinney turns to Dick Jones, who looks nervous]
ED-209: You are in direct violation of Penal Code 1.13, Section 9.
[entire room of people in full panic trying to stay out of the line of fire, especially Mr. Kinney]
ED-209: You have five seconds to comply.
Kinney: Help...! Help me!
ED-209: Four... three... two... one... I am now authorized to use physical force!
[ED-209 opens fire and shreds Mr. Kinney]
Raymond Sellars: We need to give Americans a product they can love, a figure they can rally behind.
Liz Kline: Sir, I have dissected this bill. There are no loopholes. We can't put a machine on the streets.
Raymond Sellars: Forget machines. You saw the polls. Americans don't want a machine. They want a product with a conscience. They want something that knows what it feels like to be human. We're gonna put a man inside a machine.
Liz Kline: Sir, I have dissected this bill. There are no loopholes. We can't put a machine on the streets.
Raymond Sellars: Forget machines. You saw the polls. Americans don't want a machine. They want a product with a conscience. They want something that knows what it feels like to be human. We're gonna put a man inside a machine.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Raymond, you-you wanted a man inside a machine, and that's what you've got, but-but the human element will always be present. Fear, instinct, bias, compassion - they will always interfere with the system!
Raymond Sellars: Okay, but, Dennett, I've gotta give the American people something they can root for, something aspirational, right? They have to believe in this thing. "Pretty good?" That's not... I don't know how to sell "okay." We, you and I, have got a release date, and we've gotta make it, okay? So I don't care how you do it. I'm askin' ya, come on, can you help me? Just get him to do that. Get him to do that.
Dr. Dennett Norton: That is a machine.
Raymond Sellars: I know, but it's a man inside a machine.
Dr. Dennett Norton: No, that's a man inside a machine right there!
Raymond Sellars: And his life depents on it, and the future of Omnicorp depends on it, so get your ass back to China and get it fixed. I don't care how you do it, just go do it!
Raymond Sellars: Okay, but, Dennett, I've gotta give the American people something they can root for, something aspirational, right? They have to believe in this thing. "Pretty good?" That's not... I don't know how to sell "okay." We, you and I, have got a release date, and we've gotta make it, okay? So I don't care how you do it. I'm askin' ya, come on, can you help me? Just get him to do that. Get him to do that.
Dr. Dennett Norton: That is a machine.
Raymond Sellars: I know, but it's a man inside a machine.
Dr. Dennett Norton: No, that's a man inside a machine right there!
Raymond Sellars: And his life depents on it, and the future of Omnicorp depends on it, so get your ass back to China and get it fixed. I don't care how you do it, just go do it!
Clara Murphy: Alex. You need to come home.
RoboCop: Clara, please stand aside.
Clara Murphy: You need to speak to your son.
RoboCop: Right now, I see three crimes in progress.
Clara Murphy: Alex, listen to me. I know you're in there. David won't show his face at school. He's having nightmares. He's falling apart. I am falling apart. Please. I can't do this on my own. He's been scared ever since that night.
RoboCop: Clara, please stand aside.
Clara Murphy: You need to speak to your son.
RoboCop: Right now, I see three crimes in progress.
Clara Murphy: Alex, listen to me. I know you're in there. David won't show his face at school. He's having nightmares. He's falling apart. I am falling apart. Please. I can't do this on my own. He's been scared ever since that night.
Sal: Okay, let me, uh, try to put this in perspective. You killed a bunch of cops. Word around is that you've got a lot of heavy connections downtown. You make a lot of MY friends nervous. A lot of people... would love to see a guy like me... put a guy like you out of business.
Clarence Boddicker: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not making myself clear. I don't want to fuck with you, Sal, but I got the connections. I got the sales organization. I got the muscle to shove enough of this factory so far up your stupid wop ass that you'll shit snow for a year.
Sal: Frankie, blow this cocksucker's head off.
[both Clarence's and Sal's henchmen draw their guns]
Clarence Boddicker: Oooh. Guns, guns, guns! C'mon, Sal! The Tigers are playing...
[slaps the table]
Clarence Boddicker: ...tonight. I never miss a game.
Sal: [grinning] Just kidding.
[signals his henchmen to put their guns away]
Clarence Boddicker: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not making myself clear. I don't want to fuck with you, Sal, but I got the connections. I got the sales organization. I got the muscle to shove enough of this factory so far up your stupid wop ass that you'll shit snow for a year.
Sal: Frankie, blow this cocksucker's head off.
[both Clarence's and Sal's henchmen draw their guns]
Clarence Boddicker: Oooh. Guns, guns, guns! C'mon, Sal! The Tigers are playing...
[slaps the table]
Clarence Boddicker: ...tonight. I never miss a game.
Sal: [grinning] Just kidding.
[signals his henchmen to put their guns away]
RoboCop: [seeing Emil drawing his machine gun on him and draws his own gun] Drop it!
[Emil walks backwards]
RoboCop: Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
[Emil realizes who RoboCop really is, for he had heard that statement earlier]
Emil: I know you. You're dead! We killed you!
[starts running and firing at RoboCop]
Emil: We killed you!
[Emil walks backwards]
RoboCop: Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
[Emil realizes who RoboCop really is, for he had heard that statement earlier]
Emil: I know you. You're dead! We killed you!
[starts running and firing at RoboCop]
Emil: We killed you!
Alex Murphy: Holy Christ, there's nothing left.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Your body may have gone, but you're still here.
Alex Murphy: That's not even my brain.
Dr. Dennett Norton: We had to repair the damaged areas, but we didn't interfere with your emotion or your intellect. Do you... do you understand me, Alex? You're... you're in control.
Alex Murphy: I'm in control?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Yes.
Alex Murphy: Okay. If I'm in control, then I wanna die. Just unplug whatever it is keepin' me alive and end this nightmare.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Now, say I did that - w-which is, as a doctor, would almost be impossible for me, but... but say I did. Wh... w-what do I say to your wife? What does she say to your son?
Alex Murphy: That it didn't work. That you tried. Somethin' went wrong. You did everything you could, but I died.
Dr. Dennett Norton: So after all they've been through, all the pain, all their hope restored, we would just rip that away? Your wife loves you, Alex. She signed the consent forms herself; otherwise, you couldn't have undergone the procedure. She loves you and she gave you a second chance. I need you to take it.
Alex Murphy: I don't wanna see myself like this again. Ever. And the same goes for my family. Just put me back in.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Your body may have gone, but you're still here.
Alex Murphy: That's not even my brain.
Dr. Dennett Norton: We had to repair the damaged areas, but we didn't interfere with your emotion or your intellect. Do you... do you understand me, Alex? You're... you're in control.
Alex Murphy: I'm in control?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Yes.
Alex Murphy: Okay. If I'm in control, then I wanna die. Just unplug whatever it is keepin' me alive and end this nightmare.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Now, say I did that - w-which is, as a doctor, would almost be impossible for me, but... but say I did. Wh... w-what do I say to your wife? What does she say to your son?
Alex Murphy: That it didn't work. That you tried. Somethin' went wrong. You did everything you could, but I died.
Dr. Dennett Norton: So after all they've been through, all the pain, all their hope restored, we would just rip that away? Your wife loves you, Alex. She signed the consent forms herself; otherwise, you couldn't have undergone the procedure. She loves you and she gave you a second chance. I need you to take it.
Alex Murphy: I don't wanna see myself like this again. Ever. And the same goes for my family. Just put me back in.
[last lines]
Pat Novak: [referring to Dr. Norton] The fact that this mother...
[bleep]
Pat Novak: ...is not serving time in some federal penitentiary is a huge, hot, heaping pile of horse...
[bleep]
Pat Novak: Now I know some of you may think that this kind of thinking is dangerous and these machines violate your civil liberties. Some of you even believe that the use of these drones overseas makes us the same kind of bullying imperialists that our forefathers were trying to escape. To you, I say... stop whining! America is now and always will be the greatest country on the face of the Earth! I'm Pat Novak. Good night.
Pat Novak: [referring to Dr. Norton] The fact that this mother...
[bleep]
Pat Novak: ...is not serving time in some federal penitentiary is a huge, hot, heaping pile of horse...
[bleep]
Pat Novak: Now I know some of you may think that this kind of thinking is dangerous and these machines violate your civil liberties. Some of you even believe that the use of these drones overseas makes us the same kind of bullying imperialists that our forefathers were trying to escape. To you, I say... stop whining! America is now and always will be the greatest country on the face of the Earth! I'm Pat Novak. Good night.
RoboCop: Clarence Boddicker, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
Clarence Boddicker: [spits blood in Robo's face] Fuck you.
[RoboCop sends him flying through a window]
Clarence Boddicker: Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute! I'm protected, man. I've got protection.
RoboCop: You have the right to an attorney.
Clarence Boddicker: What is this shiiiit.
[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: Goddammit! Godammit! Listen to me! Listen to me, you fuck! There's another guy. He's, uh, he's OCP. He's a senior president.
RoboCop: Anything you say may be used against you.
Clarence Boddicker: It's Dick Jonessssss...
[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: You cocksucker! I work for Dick Jones! Dick Jones! He's the Number Two Guy at OCP. OCP runs the cops.
[RoboCop grabs his throat]
Clarence Boddicker: You're a cop. Cop!
[RoboCop's program intervenes to prevent him from killing Clarence in cold blood. He releases Clarence from his grasp]
RoboCop: Yes, I am a cop.
Clarence Boddicker: [spits blood in Robo's face] Fuck you.
[RoboCop sends him flying through a window]
Clarence Boddicker: Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute! I'm protected, man. I've got protection.
RoboCop: You have the right to an attorney.
Clarence Boddicker: What is this shiiiit.
[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: Goddammit! Godammit! Listen to me! Listen to me, you fuck! There's another guy. He's, uh, he's OCP. He's a senior president.
RoboCop: Anything you say may be used against you.
Clarence Boddicker: It's Dick Jonessssss...
[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: You cocksucker! I work for Dick Jones! Dick Jones! He's the Number Two Guy at OCP. OCP runs the cops.
[RoboCop grabs his throat]
Clarence Boddicker: You're a cop. Cop!
[RoboCop's program intervenes to prevent him from killing Clarence in cold blood. He releases Clarence from his grasp]
RoboCop: Yes, I am a cop.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: I don't care how sophisticated these machines are, Mr. Sellers. A machine does not know what it feels like to be human. It can't understand the value of human life. Why should it be allowed to take one? To legislate over life and death, we need people who understand right from wrong. What do your machines feel?
Raymond Sellars: Well, they feel no anger. They feel no prejudice. They feel no fatigue, which makes them ideal for law enforcement. Putting these machines on the streets will save countless American lives.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: You're evading the question.
Raymond Sellars: No, I'm not.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: Yes, you're evading the question. I asked what do these machines feel? If one of them killed a child, what would it feel?
Raymond Sellars: Nothing.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: And that's the problem. That's why 72% of Americans won't stand for a robot pulling the trigger.
Raymond Sellars: Well, they feel no anger. They feel no prejudice. They feel no fatigue, which makes them ideal for law enforcement. Putting these machines on the streets will save countless American lives.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: You're evading the question.
Raymond Sellars: No, I'm not.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: Yes, you're evading the question. I asked what do these machines feel? If one of them killed a child, what would it feel?
Raymond Sellars: Nothing.
Senator Hubert Dreyfuss: And that's the problem. That's why 72% of Americans won't stand for a robot pulling the trigger.
Clarence Boddicker: Hey, Dickey boy. How's tricks?
Dick Jones: That *thing* is still alive.
Clarence Boddicker: I don't know what you're talking about.
Dick Jones: The police officer who arrested you, the one you spilled your guts to.
Clarence Boddicker: [gets up close to Jones' face] Hey... take a look at my face, *Dick*! He was trying to kill me.
Dick Jones: He's a cyborg, you idiot! He recorded every word you said. His memory's admissible as evidence! You *involved* me! You're gonna have to kill it.
Clarence Boddicker: Well, listen, chief... your company built the fucking thing! Now I gotta deal with it? I don't have time for this bullshit!
[Clarence starts heading out the doors but Dick recaptures his interest]
Dick Jones: Suit yourself, Clarence... but Delta City begins construction in two months. That's two million workers living in trailers. That means drugs, gambling, prostitution - virgin territory for the man who knows how to open up new markets. One man could control it all, Clarence.
Clarence Boddicker: Well, I guess we're gonna be friends after all... *Richard*.
Dick Jones: [tosses RoboCop's tracking device to Clarence] Destroy it.
Clarence Boddicker: Gonna need some major firepower. You got access to military weaponry?
Dick Jones: We practically are the military.
Dick Jones: That *thing* is still alive.
Clarence Boddicker: I don't know what you're talking about.
Dick Jones: The police officer who arrested you, the one you spilled your guts to.
Clarence Boddicker: [gets up close to Jones' face] Hey... take a look at my face, *Dick*! He was trying to kill me.
Dick Jones: He's a cyborg, you idiot! He recorded every word you said. His memory's admissible as evidence! You *involved* me! You're gonna have to kill it.
Clarence Boddicker: Well, listen, chief... your company built the fucking thing! Now I gotta deal with it? I don't have time for this bullshit!
[Clarence starts heading out the doors but Dick recaptures his interest]
Dick Jones: Suit yourself, Clarence... but Delta City begins construction in two months. That's two million workers living in trailers. That means drugs, gambling, prostitution - virgin territory for the man who knows how to open up new markets. One man could control it all, Clarence.
Clarence Boddicker: Well, I guess we're gonna be friends after all... *Richard*.
Dick Jones: [tosses RoboCop's tracking device to Clarence] Destroy it.
Clarence Boddicker: Gonna need some major firepower. You got access to military weaponry?
Dick Jones: We practically are the military.
Clarence Boddicker: Okay. I give up.
RoboCop: I'm not arresting you anymore.
[as RoboCop steadily advances, taking aim on Clarence, Clarence's nervous chuckles slowly turn to near panic as he realizes that Robocop truly means to kill him]
Clarence Boddicker: H-hey, now wait a second. Now, wait a minute. You're taking this kind of personal, aren't ya? Come on, man. Come on, now. You're making me nervous. Come on, you can't do this! Come on, now! Don't mess around! Hey! Hey! Come on, man. Now, don't get cute!
RoboCop: I'm not arresting you anymore.
[as RoboCop steadily advances, taking aim on Clarence, Clarence's nervous chuckles slowly turn to near panic as he realizes that Robocop truly means to kill him]
Clarence Boddicker: H-hey, now wait a second. Now, wait a minute. You're taking this kind of personal, aren't ya? Come on, man. Come on, now. You're making me nervous. Come on, you can't do this! Come on, now! Don't mess around! Hey! Hey! Come on, man. Now, don't get cute!
RoboCop: Let the woman go. You are under arrest.
Creep's Buddy: Shit!
[RoboCop draws his gun]
Creep's Buddy: You... you better back-up, pal! 'Cuz... he's gonna kill her. He... he is gonna kill her!
[RoboCop, trying to subdue the suspects without hurting the woman, aims his gun around them both]
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man!
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He... he's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop shoots through the woman's skirt, hitting the Creep's crotch, who then crumples to the ground screaming in pain]
Creep: Oooow! Ooow-how-ha-how! Ahhhh!
RoboCop: Your move, Creep.
Creep: [on the ground howling in pain and holding his bleeding groin] Oooow! Ooow! Ooooow!
Creep's Buddy: [simultaneously, while surrendering] Okay, okay, it's okay!
Rape Victim: Oh, God. I was so scared. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Madam, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
Creep's Buddy: Shit!
[RoboCop draws his gun]
Creep's Buddy: You... you better back-up, pal! 'Cuz... he's gonna kill her. He... he is gonna kill her!
[RoboCop, trying to subdue the suspects without hurting the woman, aims his gun around them both]
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man!
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He... he's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop shoots through the woman's skirt, hitting the Creep's crotch, who then crumples to the ground screaming in pain]
Creep: Oooow! Ooow-how-ha-how! Ahhhh!
RoboCop: Your move, Creep.
Creep: [on the ground howling in pain and holding his bleeding groin] Oooow! Ooow! Ooooow!
Creep's Buddy: [simultaneously, while surrendering] Okay, okay, it's okay!
Rape Victim: Oh, God. I was so scared. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Madam, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
RoboCop: Murphy had a wife and son. What happened to them?
Officer Lewis: Well, after the funeral... she moved away.
RoboCop: Where did they go?
Officer Lewis: She thought you were dead. She started over again.
RoboCop: I can feel them... but I can't remember them.
[Lewis extends her arm to comfort Murphy]
RoboCop: Leave me alone.
Officer Lewis: Well, after the funeral... she moved away.
RoboCop: Where did they go?
Officer Lewis: She thought you were dead. She started over again.
RoboCop: I can feel them... but I can't remember them.
[Lewis extends her arm to comfort Murphy]
RoboCop: Leave me alone.
Alarm voice-over: Red alert! Red alert! Red alert!
Commercial girl: You crossed my line of death.
Commerical mom: You haven't dismantled your MX stockpile.
Commercial boy: Pakistan is threatening my border!
Commercial dad: That's it, buster! No more military aid.
[a simulated nuclear explosion ensues]
Commercial Voice-Over: Nukem. Get them before they get you. Another quality home game from Butler Brothers.
Commercial girl: You crossed my line of death.
Commerical mom: You haven't dismantled your MX stockpile.
Commercial boy: Pakistan is threatening my border!
Commercial dad: That's it, buster! No more military aid.
[a simulated nuclear explosion ensues]
Commercial Voice-Over: Nukem. Get them before they get you. Another quality home game from Butler Brothers.
Dick Jones: Come in, officer. You know, I usually don't see anyone without an appointment, but your case I'll make an exception.
RoboCop: You are under arrest.
Dick Jones: Oh? On what charge?
RoboCop: Aiding and abetting a known felon.
Dick Jones: Sounds like I'm in a lot of trouble. You better take me in.
RoboCop: I will.
[Then RoboCop's Directive prevents him from arresting Jones, and is trying to fight it]
Dick Jones: What's the matter officer? I'll tell you what's the matter. It's a little insurance policy called "Directive 4", my little contribution to your psychological profile. Any attempt to arrest a senior officer of OCP results in shutdown. What did you think? That you were an ordinary police officer? You're our product, and we can't very well have our products turning against us, can we?
[RoboCop, trying to resist his Directive, draws his gun, but drops it]
Dick Jones: Ahh, still a little fight left in you. Maybe you'd like to meet a friend of mine.
[ED-209 marches into the room]
Dick Jones: I had to kill Bob Morton because he made a mistake. Now it's time to erase that mistake.
RoboCop: You are under arrest.
Dick Jones: Oh? On what charge?
RoboCop: Aiding and abetting a known felon.
Dick Jones: Sounds like I'm in a lot of trouble. You better take me in.
RoboCop: I will.
[Then RoboCop's Directive prevents him from arresting Jones, and is trying to fight it]
Dick Jones: What's the matter officer? I'll tell you what's the matter. It's a little insurance policy called "Directive 4", my little contribution to your psychological profile. Any attempt to arrest a senior officer of OCP results in shutdown. What did you think? That you were an ordinary police officer? You're our product, and we can't very well have our products turning against us, can we?
[RoboCop, trying to resist his Directive, draws his gun, but drops it]
Dick Jones: Ahh, still a little fight left in you. Maybe you'd like to meet a friend of mine.
[ED-209 marches into the room]
Dick Jones: I had to kill Bob Morton because he made a mistake. Now it's time to erase that mistake.
Grocery Mom: [Hophead puts a comic book onto the check out counter, and the grocery mom puts the comic book in a bag] Would there be anything else, sir?
Hophead: [muffled] Yeah, empty the register and put the money in the bag.
Grocery Mom: Excuse me?
Hophead: [shouts] I said give me your money and all of it, and don't fuck with me!
[Hophead takes out a machine gun from his coat]
Hophead: Now move! Open the safe, pops. Open the god-damn safe!
Grocery Pop: We-we don't have a safe.
Hophead: Shit!
[Hophead kicks the display of beer cans that hides a safe]
Hophead: There's your god-damn safe! Open that son of a bitch! I'm gonna count to three and you'd better open that son of a bitch! Come on, come ON!
Hophead: [Points the gun at the mom's head] I'm gonna blow her brains out.
Grocery Pop: I'll open the safe.
Hophead: Good boy.
[the pop works on the safe]
Hophead: Come on! Well, you better open that on the count of three. One. Two.
[RoboCop comes in]
Hophead: Fuck me!
RoboCop: Drop the gun. You are under arrest.
Hophead: [shouting while shooting at RoboCop] Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
[RoboCop bends the nose of Hophead's gun. Hophead tries to run away but RoboCop tosses him into a freezer]
RoboCop: [turning to the grocery couple] Thank you for your co-operation. Good night.
Bixby Snyder: [From the TV] I'll buy that for a dollar!
Hophead: [muffled] Yeah, empty the register and put the money in the bag.
Grocery Mom: Excuse me?
Hophead: [shouts] I said give me your money and all of it, and don't fuck with me!
[Hophead takes out a machine gun from his coat]
Hophead: Now move! Open the safe, pops. Open the god-damn safe!
Grocery Pop: We-we don't have a safe.
Hophead: Shit!
[Hophead kicks the display of beer cans that hides a safe]
Hophead: There's your god-damn safe! Open that son of a bitch! I'm gonna count to three and you'd better open that son of a bitch! Come on, come ON!
Hophead: [Points the gun at the mom's head] I'm gonna blow her brains out.
Grocery Pop: I'll open the safe.
Hophead: Good boy.
[the pop works on the safe]
Hophead: Come on! Well, you better open that on the count of three. One. Two.
[RoboCop comes in]
Hophead: Fuck me!
RoboCop: Drop the gun. You are under arrest.
Hophead: [shouting while shooting at RoboCop] Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
[RoboCop bends the nose of Hophead's gun. Hophead tries to run away but RoboCop tosses him into a freezer]
RoboCop: [turning to the grocery couple] Thank you for your co-operation. Good night.
Bixby Snyder: [From the TV] I'll buy that for a dollar!
[at the police station]
Slimey Lawyer: Attempted murder? Well, it's not like he killed someone. This is a clear violation of my client's civil rights.
Bail Bondsman: Make it aggravated assault and I can make bail, in cash, now!
Sgt. Reed: [angrily] Listen, pal, your client's a scumbag, you're a scumbag, and scumbags see the judge on Monday morning! Now, get out of my police station, and take laughing boy with ya!
Slimey Lawyer: Attempted murder? Well, it's not like he killed someone. This is a clear violation of my client's civil rights.
Bail Bondsman: Make it aggravated assault and I can make bail, in cash, now!
Sgt. Reed: [angrily] Listen, pal, your client's a scumbag, you're a scumbag, and scumbags see the judge on Monday morning! Now, get out of my police station, and take laughing boy with ya!
Rick Mattox: Tin Man! Tin Man. Tin Man. Oh, there it is. You look like crap. What's the matter? Can't shoot? Huh? What were you thinking? This isn't a drill. You're a robot. I'm a red asset. Wrote that myself. What do you think? Come on, Tin Man, just pull the trigger. Pull it. You can run. Go on. Run. Run!
Clarence Boddicker: Hey, Emil! How's the Gray Bar Motel?
Emil: Not bad.
[shows his prison uniform]
Emil: They let me keep the shirt. Nobody popped my cherry!
Leon Nash: Emil, how ya doin', man? Good to see ya!
Joe Cox: [Joe pulls up in a stolen car] Hey, hey! First they let me out of jail for free, then what do I find in the prison parking lot but a brand new 6000 SUX. Still got the factory sticker on it!
Leon Nash: Hey, Clarence! Joey's got a car just like yours, man!
Joe Cox: Yo, Clarence, what do you think, buddy?
Joe Cox: [seeing Clarence take out a Cobra Assault cannon] What do you got there, Clarence, huh? Whoa! A new toy! Can I play?
Clarence Boddicker: Huh? Watch this...
[Clarence aims the assault cannon at Joe's 6000 SUX]
Joe Cox: Wait... wait a minute, Clarence! Clarence!
[BOOM, the car explodes into flames]
Joe Cox: Ah, shit! Fuck!
Clarence Boddicker: Nice car, Joe!
[Clarence makes a kissy kissy face]
Joe Cox: Fuck you, Clarance.
Emil: Lemme try that!
Clarence Boddicker: Clarence Boddicker: Cobra Assault Cannon - state of the art bang - bang!
[Emil takes the launcher from Clarence and blows up a store with it]
Emil: [shouts] I LIKE it!
Joe Cox: [trying to take the launcher from Emil] Give it up, faggot little man!
Emil: No, butthole! Get your own!
Clarence Boddicker: Come on!
[Clarence allows Joe the cannon while Emil fetches another from the car, and both have fun blowing up random things]
Emil: Not bad.
[shows his prison uniform]
Emil: They let me keep the shirt. Nobody popped my cherry!
Leon Nash: Emil, how ya doin', man? Good to see ya!
Joe Cox: [Joe pulls up in a stolen car] Hey, hey! First they let me out of jail for free, then what do I find in the prison parking lot but a brand new 6000 SUX. Still got the factory sticker on it!
Leon Nash: Hey, Clarence! Joey's got a car just like yours, man!
Joe Cox: Yo, Clarence, what do you think, buddy?
Joe Cox: [seeing Clarence take out a Cobra Assault cannon] What do you got there, Clarence, huh? Whoa! A new toy! Can I play?
Clarence Boddicker: Huh? Watch this...
[Clarence aims the assault cannon at Joe's 6000 SUX]
Joe Cox: Wait... wait a minute, Clarence! Clarence!
[BOOM, the car explodes into flames]
Joe Cox: Ah, shit! Fuck!
Clarence Boddicker: Nice car, Joe!
[Clarence makes a kissy kissy face]
Joe Cox: Fuck you, Clarance.
Emil: Lemme try that!
Clarence Boddicker: Clarence Boddicker: Cobra Assault Cannon - state of the art bang - bang!
[Emil takes the launcher from Clarence and blows up a store with it]
Emil: [shouts] I LIKE it!
Joe Cox: [trying to take the launcher from Emil] Give it up, faggot little man!
Emil: No, butthole! Get your own!
Clarence Boddicker: Come on!
[Clarence allows Joe the cannon while Emil fetches another from the car, and both have fun blowing up random things]
[ED-209 has malfunctioned during a demonstration, killing Kinney in the boardroom]
The Old Man: Dick, I'm very disappointed.
Dick Jones: I'm sure it's only a glitch, a temporary setback.
The Old Man: [raises his voice in anger] You call this a GLITCH?
[pause]
The Old Man: We're scheduled to begin construction in six months. Your "temporary setback" could cost us fifty million dollars in interest payments alone!
The Old Man: Dick, I'm very disappointed.
Dick Jones: I'm sure it's only a glitch, a temporary setback.
The Old Man: [raises his voice in anger] You call this a GLITCH?
[pause]
The Old Man: We're scheduled to begin construction in six months. Your "temporary setback" could cost us fifty million dollars in interest payments alone!
Clarence Boddicker: I don't think I want to pay that, Sal.
Sal: I don't give a shit what you want to pay. I set the prices here.
Clarence Boddicker: Listen, pal, maybe you haven't heard. I'm the guy in Old Detroit. You want space in my marketplace... you're gonna have to give me a volume discount.
Sal: Not into... discounts.
Sal: I don't give a shit what you want to pay. I set the prices here.
Clarence Boddicker: Listen, pal, maybe you haven't heard. I'm the guy in Old Detroit. You want space in my marketplace... you're gonna have to give me a volume discount.
Sal: Not into... discounts.
[Morton and Johnson head to the elevator after the boardroom meeting]
Bob Morton: Yes! Now that's how it's done in the big leagues, Johnson. You see an opening, you GO for it!
[both walk into the elevator]
Johnson: You better watch your back, Bob. Jones is gonna come looking for you.
Bob Morton: Oh, fuck Jones. He fumbled the ball and I was there to pick it up.
Johnson: Too bad about Kinney, huh?
Bob Morton: That's life in the big city.
Johnson: [about RoboCop project] When do we start?
Bob Morton: As soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.
Bob Morton: Yes! Now that's how it's done in the big leagues, Johnson. You see an opening, you GO for it!
[both walk into the elevator]
Johnson: You better watch your back, Bob. Jones is gonna come looking for you.
Bob Morton: Oh, fuck Jones. He fumbled the ball and I was there to pick it up.
Johnson: Too bad about Kinney, huh?
Bob Morton: That's life in the big city.
Johnson: [about RoboCop project] When do we start?
Bob Morton: As soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.
[the gleeful gang shoots Murphy firing-squad style till... ]
Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo.
Emil: Me, too.
Joe Cox: [to a mangled Murphy, in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
[laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over.
[shoots Murphy in the head]
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, let's get out of here.
Joe Cox: [to Murphy] Good night, sweet prince.
Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo.
Emil: Me, too.
Joe Cox: [to a mangled Murphy, in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
[laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over.
[shoots Murphy in the head]
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, let's get out of here.
Joe Cox: [to Murphy] Good night, sweet prince.
Walter Karrel: DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot!
RoboCop: Walter Karrel, look at me. You have two options. Option 1: I shoot you with 50,000 volts which may cause respiratory failure, organ malfunction, internal burns, and loss in bowel and bladder control and then I arrest you. Option 2: you tell me where John Bigg's drug lab is located and then I arrest you. You have two seconds to decide.
RoboCop: Walter Karrel, look at me. You have two options. Option 1: I shoot you with 50,000 volts which may cause respiratory failure, organ malfunction, internal burns, and loss in bowel and bladder control and then I arrest you. Option 2: you tell me where John Bigg's drug lab is located and then I arrest you. You have two seconds to decide.
[Ron Miller is holding City Hall hostage to get an old job back while Lt. Hedgecock is negotiating from outside with a bullhorn]
Lt Hedgecock: Okay, Miller! Don't hurt the mayor! We'll give you whatever you want!
Miller: First, don't fuck with me. I'm a desperate man! And second, I want some fresh coffee. And third, I want a recount! And no matter how it turns out, I want my old job back!
Lt Hedgecock: Okay.
Miller: And I want a bigger office! And I want a new car! And I want the city to pay for it all!
Lt Hedgecock: What kind of car, Miller?
Miller: Something with reclining leather seats, that goes really fast, and gets really shitty gas mileage!
Lt Hedgecock: How about the, uh, 6000 SUX?
Miller: Yeah! Okay, sure! What about cruise control? Does it come with cruise control?
Lt Hedgecock: Hey, no problem, Miller. Let the mayor go, we'll even throw in a Blaupunkt!
Miller: Lieutenant, don't jerk me off! When people jerk me off, I kill them! You wanna see?
[Miller goes over to the Mayor]
Lt Hedgecock: Get up, Your Honor. Get up! Get up. Your public wants to see you.
[Miller pulls the Mayor to the window and points the gun at his head]
Miller: Nobody ever takes me seriously! We'll get serious now... and kiss the mayor's ass goodbye!
[RoboCop punches through the wall, grabs Miller and the gun, then punches Miller in the face to send him flying out the window]
Lt Hedgecock: Okay, Miller! Don't hurt the mayor! We'll give you whatever you want!
Miller: First, don't fuck with me. I'm a desperate man! And second, I want some fresh coffee. And third, I want a recount! And no matter how it turns out, I want my old job back!
Lt Hedgecock: Okay.
Miller: And I want a bigger office! And I want a new car! And I want the city to pay for it all!
Lt Hedgecock: What kind of car, Miller?
Miller: Something with reclining leather seats, that goes really fast, and gets really shitty gas mileage!
Lt Hedgecock: How about the, uh, 6000 SUX?
Miller: Yeah! Okay, sure! What about cruise control? Does it come with cruise control?
Lt Hedgecock: Hey, no problem, Miller. Let the mayor go, we'll even throw in a Blaupunkt!
Miller: Lieutenant, don't jerk me off! When people jerk me off, I kill them! You wanna see?
[Miller goes over to the Mayor]
Lt Hedgecock: Get up, Your Honor. Get up! Get up. Your public wants to see you.
[Miller pulls the Mayor to the window and points the gun at his head]
Miller: Nobody ever takes me seriously! We'll get serious now... and kiss the mayor's ass goodbye!
[RoboCop punches through the wall, grabs Miller and the gun, then punches Miller in the face to send him flying out the window]
Bob Morton: What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with this, you got another thing... Ahh!
[Clarence Boddicker shoots Morton in the leg. Morton falls]
Bob Morton: Goddammit!
[Clarence fires three more times, shooting Morton in both legs]
Bob Morton: [whimpers] Stop! I'll give you anything you want! Just please, please don't kill me, all right?
[Clarence pops in a CD and the sneering face of Dick Jones appears onscreen]
Dick Jones: Hello, buddy boy. Dick Jones here. I guess you're on your knees right about now, begging for your life. Pathetic. You don't feel so cocky now, do ya, Bob?
Bob Morton: Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it right now.
Dick Jones: You know what the tragedy is here, Bob? We could have been friends...
[Clarence pulls out a grenade with a pin in it]
Dick Jones: ...but you wouldn't go through proper channels.
[Bob shakes his head "no."]
Dick Jones: You went over my head. That hurt...
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones: ...but life goes on, it's an old story, the fight for love and glory, huh, Bob? It helps if you think of it as a game, Bob. Every game has a winner and a loser.
[Clarence confidently walks out. Morton desperately crawls toward the grenade, bleeding profusely from his legs]
Dick Jones: I'm cashing you out, Bob.
[last thing we see is Morton failing to get a firm grip on the rolling grenade and Jones' smiling face just before the house explodes]
[Clarence Boddicker shoots Morton in the leg. Morton falls]
Bob Morton: Goddammit!
[Clarence fires three more times, shooting Morton in both legs]
Bob Morton: [whimpers] Stop! I'll give you anything you want! Just please, please don't kill me, all right?
[Clarence pops in a CD and the sneering face of Dick Jones appears onscreen]
Dick Jones: Hello, buddy boy. Dick Jones here. I guess you're on your knees right about now, begging for your life. Pathetic. You don't feel so cocky now, do ya, Bob?
Bob Morton: Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it right now.
Dick Jones: You know what the tragedy is here, Bob? We could have been friends...
[Clarence pulls out a grenade with a pin in it]
Dick Jones: ...but you wouldn't go through proper channels.
[Bob shakes his head "no."]
Dick Jones: You went over my head. That hurt...
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones: ...but life goes on, it's an old story, the fight for love and glory, huh, Bob? It helps if you think of it as a game, Bob. Every game has a winner and a loser.
[Clarence confidently walks out. Morton desperately crawls toward the grenade, bleeding profusely from his legs]
Dick Jones: I'm cashing you out, Bob.
[last thing we see is Morton failing to get a firm grip on the rolling grenade and Jones' smiling face just before the house explodes]
[while Murphy arrests Emil, his gang gets the drop on Murphy]
Leon Nash: Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?
[Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun]
Emil: Your ass is mine.
Clarence Boddicker: [coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here?
[takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]
Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself.
[strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground]
Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?
[hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt]
Joe Cox: [coming in] Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out.
[laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: [to Murphy] I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?
Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.
[gang laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.
[Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics]
Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours.
[the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump]
Emil: All right, all right. Look out.
Steve Minh: Turn around, man.
Joe Cox: Pretty boy. Hey, over here.
[Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off]
Murphy: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... OW! Oh! Oh! OW! OUUUUUUUUUU...
Leon Nash: Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?
[Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun]
Emil: Your ass is mine.
Clarence Boddicker: [coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here?
[takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]
Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself.
[strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground]
Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?
[hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt]
Joe Cox: [coming in] Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out.
[laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: [to Murphy] I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?
Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.
[gang laughs]
Clarence Boddicker: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.
[Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics]
Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours.
[the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump]
Emil: All right, all right. Look out.
Steve Minh: Turn around, man.
Joe Cox: Pretty boy. Hey, over here.
[Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off]
Murphy: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... OW! Oh! Oh! OW! OUUUUUUUUUU...
Tom Pope: I give you Sergeant Jack Freeman, masculinity incarnate. Led Pittsburgh SWAT for five years, now confined to a wheelchair.
Liz Kline: I think I can see the appeal.
Dr. Dennett Norton: No.
Tom Pope: What? Why?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Well, check the psych evaluation. He's far too unstable.
Tom Pope: He's trying to say that he has a temper.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Have you any idea what we'd be putting him through? The psychological strain requires someone emotionally balanced. We have to be scientific. I mean, we're not exactly selling a soft drink here, are we?
Liz Kline: I think I can see the appeal.
Dr. Dennett Norton: No.
Tom Pope: What? Why?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Well, check the psych evaluation. He's far too unstable.
Tom Pope: He's trying to say that he has a temper.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Have you any idea what we'd be putting him through? The psychological strain requires someone emotionally balanced. We have to be scientific. I mean, we're not exactly selling a soft drink here, are we?
Clarence Boddicker: [using the GPS map to find RoboCop] He's at the steel mill. Let's go.
Leon Nash: [yelling to Emil and Joe] All right, cut the horseshit! We're moving out.
Clarence Boddicker: Come on, Emil. Get your ass in the van!
Emil: Come on, lard-ass, let's move it!
Joe Cox: I'll get you, faggot, haha-ha!
Leon Nash: [yelling to Emil and Joe] All right, cut the horseshit! We're moving out.
Clarence Boddicker: Come on, Emil. Get your ass in the van!
Emil: Come on, lard-ass, let's move it!
Joe Cox: I'll get you, faggot, haha-ha!
Murphy: [getting the drop on two criminals] Hey! Don't move.
[Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights]
Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
[Emil surrenders]
Murphy: [into radio] Lewis. Lewis? Lewis, I got a situation here, girl.
Murphy: [to Emil] Okay, tough guy, get up. Get up! C'mon. Spread your legs. That's right.
Murphy: [back on the radio to Lewis] Lewis, where are you? You all right?
[Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights]
Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
[Emil surrenders]
Murphy: [into radio] Lewis. Lewis? Lewis, I got a situation here, girl.
Murphy: [to Emil] Okay, tough guy, get up. Get up! C'mon. Spread your legs. That's right.
Murphy: [back on the radio to Lewis] Lewis, where are you? You all right?
Liz Kline: Dr. Norton, how... how is he doing this?
Dr. Dennett Norton: His software is faster. His hardware is stronger. He's a better machine.
Liz Kline: But you said humans hesitate.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Only when they're making decisions.
Liz Kline: He's not making decisions?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Well, yes and no. In his everyday life, man rules over the machine; Alex makes his own decisions. Now, when he engages in battle, the visor comes down and the software takes over, then the... the machine does everything. Alex is a... he's a passenger, just along for the ride.
Liz Kline: But if the machine is in control, then how is Murphy accountable? Who's pulling the trigger?
Dr. Dennett Norton: When the machine fights, the system releases signals into Alex's brain making him think he's doing what our computers are actually doing. I mean, Alex believes right now he is in control, but he's not. It... it's the illusion of free will.
Dr. Dennett Norton: His software is faster. His hardware is stronger. He's a better machine.
Liz Kline: But you said humans hesitate.
Dr. Dennett Norton: Only when they're making decisions.
Liz Kline: He's not making decisions?
Dr. Dennett Norton: Well, yes and no. In his everyday life, man rules over the machine; Alex makes his own decisions. Now, when he engages in battle, the visor comes down and the software takes over, then the... the machine does everything. Alex is a... he's a passenger, just along for the ride.
Liz Kline: But if the machine is in control, then how is Murphy accountable? Who's pulling the trigger?
Dr. Dennett Norton: When the machine fights, the system releases signals into Alex's brain making him think he's doing what our computers are actually doing. I mean, Alex believes right now he is in control, but he's not. It... it's the illusion of free will.
Tyler: [while creating RoboCop] We were able to save the left arm.
Bob Morton: What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Now, lose the arm, okay?
Tyler: Jesus, Morton!
[snaps his finger at RoboCop]
Bob Morton: Can he understand what I'm saying?
Roosevelt: Doesn't matter. We're gonna blank his memory anyway.
Bob Morton: Well, I think we should lose the arm. Wha-what do you think, Johnson?
Johnson: Well, he signed a release form when he joined the force. He's legally dead. We can do pretty much what we want to him.
Bob Morton: Lose the arm.
Tyler: Shut him down. Prep him for surgery.
[looks down at RoboCop while his monitor vision shuts off]
Bob Morton: What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Now, lose the arm, okay?
Tyler: Jesus, Morton!
[snaps his finger at RoboCop]
Bob Morton: Can he understand what I'm saying?
Roosevelt: Doesn't matter. We're gonna blank his memory anyway.
Bob Morton: Well, I think we should lose the arm. Wha-what do you think, Johnson?
Johnson: Well, he signed a release form when he joined the force. He's legally dead. We can do pretty much what we want to him.
Bob Morton: Lose the arm.
Tyler: Shut him down. Prep him for surgery.
[looks down at RoboCop while his monitor vision shuts off]
Roosevelt: The entire outer skin will be like this.
Tyler: It's titanium, laminated with kevlar.
Roosevelt: Go ahead. Shake his hand.
[the robotic arm extends to shake Morton's hand]
Bob Morton: Come here often? How you doin'?
Bob Morton: [cringes as the robot hand grips his hand hard] Ow! God! He's got a helluva grip!
Tyler: It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.
Roosevelt: All right, attach it to his shoulder.
Bob Morton: [as the robotic arm wheels out] I like that.
Bob Morton: [Looks right into RoboCop's point of view] You are gonna be a bad motherfucker!
Tyler: It's titanium, laminated with kevlar.
Roosevelt: Go ahead. Shake his hand.
[the robotic arm extends to shake Morton's hand]
Bob Morton: Come here often? How you doin'?
Bob Morton: [cringes as the robot hand grips his hand hard] Ow! God! He's got a helluva grip!
Tyler: It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.
Roosevelt: All right, attach it to his shoulder.
Bob Morton: [as the robotic arm wheels out] I like that.
Bob Morton: [Looks right into RoboCop's point of view] You are gonna be a bad motherfucker!
Dick Jones: [in the executive bathroom] Congratulations, Bob.
Bob Morton: Thanks.
Dick Jones: I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names - Iron Butt, Boner... once I even called him... Asshole - but there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn, and you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five years... Who cares if it worked or not?
Bob Morton: The old man thought it was pretty important... Dick.
Dick Jones: You know, he's a sweet old man, and he means well, but he's not gonna live forever and I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob? You just, uh...
Dick Jones: [grabbing Morton's hair] ... fucked with the wrong guy.
Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand from his hair] You're out of your fuckin' mind!
Dick Jones: You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.
Bob Morton: Thanks.
Dick Jones: I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names - Iron Butt, Boner... once I even called him... Asshole - but there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn, and you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five years... Who cares if it worked or not?
Bob Morton: The old man thought it was pretty important... Dick.
Dick Jones: You know, he's a sweet old man, and he means well, but he's not gonna live forever and I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob? You just, uh...
Dick Jones: [grabbing Morton's hair] ... fucked with the wrong guy.
Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand from his hair] You're out of your fuckin' mind!
Dick Jones: You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.
Dougy: We keep robbin' banks but we never get to keep the money.
Emil: Takes money to make money. We steal money to buy coke then sell the coke to make even more money. Capital investment, man.
Dougy: Yeah, but why bother making it when we can just steal it?
Emil: No better way to steal money than free enterprise.
Emil: Takes money to make money. We steal money to buy coke then sell the coke to make even more money. Capital investment, man.
Dougy: Yeah, but why bother making it when we can just steal it?
Emil: No better way to steal money than free enterprise.
Alex Murphy: I saw Clara and David. That ain't my home right now. It's in a damn lab across the hall.
Jack Lewis: I'm sorry, Alex.
Alex Murphy: Startin' tomorrow, I'm gonna take down Vallon and his whole damn crew.
Jack Lewis: I was waitin' to hear you say that. Least I know you're the right color now.
Jack Lewis: I'm sorry, Alex.
Alex Murphy: Startin' tomorrow, I'm gonna take down Vallon and his whole damn crew.
Jack Lewis: I was waitin' to hear you say that. Least I know you're the right color now.
