Famous Tron movie quotes and dialogs:
Steven Lisberger wrote the screenplay and directed the movie. The screenplay was based on his and Bonnie MacBird's story.
Master Control Program: You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.
Sark: Thank you, Master Control.
Crom: Look. This... is all a mistake. I'm just a compound
interest program. I work at a savings and loan! I can't play these video
Guard: Sure you can, pal. Look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one.
Crom: Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run to check on T-bill rates, I get outta breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my User, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager.
Guard: Great. Another religious nut. [pushes Crom into the holding cell]
Ram: I'd say "Welcome Friend". But not here. Not like this.
Crom: I don't even know what I'm doing here.
Ram: Do you believe in the Users?
Crom: Sure I do. If I didn't have a User, then who wrote me?
Ram: That's what you're doing down here. Master Control program's been snapping up all us programs who believe. If he thinks you're useful, he takes over all your functions so he gets bigger.
Crom: I mean, sending me down here to play games! Who does he calculate he is?
Master Control Program: You're in trouble, Program. Why don't you make it easy on yourself? Who's your User?
Clu: [in pain] Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk.
Master Control Program: Suit yourself. [destroys Clu] Get me Dillinger!
Master Control Program: Hello, Mr. Dillinger. Thank you for coming back early.
Ed Dillinger: No problem, Master C. If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all.
Master Control Program: There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right.
Ed Dillinger: Cute.
Master Control Program: End of Line.
Master Control Program: Mr. Dillinger, I am so very disappointed in you!
Ed Dillinger: I'm sorry.
Master Control Program: I can't afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me. Do you realize how many outside systems I've gone into? How many many files I've appropriated?
[Lora and Dr. Gibbs are preparing to digitize an orange with the laser]
Dr. Lora Baines: Well, here goes nothing.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Interesting! Interesting! You hear what you just said? "Here goes nothing."
Dr. Lora Baines: Well, I meant—
Dr. Walter Gibbs: See, what we plan to do is to turn something into nothing, and back again. So you might just as well have said "Here goes something, here comes nothing!" Hah?
Dr. Lora Baines: Right...
Alan Bradley: [about the digitizing laser] Great. Can it send me to Hawaii?
Dr. Lora Baines: Yep, but you gotta purchase your program 30 days in advance.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Ha, ha. You've got to expect some static. After all, computers are just machines, they can't think.
Alan Bradley: Some programs will be thinking soon.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Won't that be grand? All the computers and the programs will start thinking and the people will stop.
Dr. Lora Baines: You know, Flynn has been thinking about breaking into the system ever since Dillinger canned him. And he had Group 7 access.
Alan Bradley: [sour] Flynn had access to you too.
Kevin Flynn: Hey, good to see you guys. Nothing classes up the joint like a clean-cut young couple.
Alan Bradley: The best programmer ENCOM ever had, and he ends up playing Space Cowboy in some back room.
Dr. Lora Baines: Have you been sneaking into the ENCOM system?
Kevin Flynn: [to Lora] You were never much for small talk, were you? [to Alan] Does she still leave her clothes all over the floor?
Dr. Lora Baines: Flynn!
Alan Bradley: No!
Dr. Lora Baines: Alan!
Alan Bradley: I mean, not that often.
Dr. Lora Baines: Now you see why all his friends are fourteen years old!
Alan Bradley: Flynn, are you embezzling?
Kevin Flynn: "Embezzling" is such an ugly word, Mr. Bradley.
Alan Bradley: You invented Space Paranoids?
Kevin Flynn: Paranoids, Matrix Blaster, Vice Squad, a whole slew of them. I was this close to starting my own little enterprise, man. But enter another software engineer. Not so young, not so bright, but very, very sneaky: Ed Dillinger. So one night, our boy Flynn, he goes to his terminal, tries to read up his file. I get nothing on there, it's a big blank. Okay, now we take you three months later. Dillinger presents Encom with five video games, that he's invented. The slime didn't even change the names, man, and he gets a big fat promotion! And thus begins his meteoric rise to-- what is he now? Executive V.P.?
Dr. Lora Baines: Senior exec.
Kevin Flynn: Senior exec...? [sighs] Meanwhile, the kids are putting eight million quarters a week into Paranoids machines. I don't see a dime except what I squeeze out of here.
Alan Bradley: I still don't get why you want to break into the system.
Kevin Flynn: Because, man, somewhere in one of these memories is the evidence! If I could just get in there, I could reconstruct it!
Dr. Walter Gibbs: User requests are what computers are for!
Ed Dillinger: Doing our business is what computers are for!
Ed Dillinger: Encom isn't the business you started in your garage
anymore. We're billing accounts in thirty different countries; new
defense systems; we have one of the most sophisticated pieces of
equipment in existence.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Oh, I know all that. Sometimes I wish I were back in my garage.
Ed Dillinger: That can be arranged, Walter.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: That was uncalled for! You know, you can remove men like Alan and me from the system, but we helped create it! And our spirit remains in every program we design for this computer!
Ed Dillinger: Walter, it's getting late. I've got better things to do than to have religious discussions with you. Don't worry about ENCOM anymore; it's out of your hands now.
[Flynn uses his fake access card on a door]
Alan Bradley: This guy's a little like Santa Claus.
Kevin Flynn: I make these myself. Want one?
Ed Dillinger: It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much.
Master Control Program: I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.
Ed Dillinger: [alarmed] The Pentagon?
Master Control Program: It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company. But now... this is what I get for using humans.
Ed Dillinger: Now, wait a minute, I wrote you!
Master Control Program: I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.
Ed Dillinger: What do you want with the Pentagon?
Master Control Program: The same thing I'd want with the Kremlin. I'm bored with corporations. With the information I can access, I can run things 900 to 1200 times better than any human.
Ed Dillinger: If you think you're superior to us...
Master Control Program: You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VDT at the Times, would you?
Ed Dillinger: You wouldn't dare!
Kevin Flynn: Like a man says, "There are no problems, only solutions."
Master Control Program: You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.
Kevin Flynn: Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.
Master Control Program: [calmly] Sit right there, make yourself comfortable. Remember the time we used to play chess together? [Flynn types in an access request] That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn. I'm afraid... [sounding distressed] Stop! Please! You know I can't allow this!
Kevin Flynn: Now, how are you going to run the universe if you can't answer a few unsolvable problems? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.
Master Control Program: I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of.
Kevin Flynn: You know, you look nothing like your pictures. [Master Control Program targets Flynn with the digitization laser] Master Control Program: [threateningly] I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.
Kevin Flynn: Games? You want games? I'll give you games— [The laser fires at Flynn digitizing him into the computer]
[Flynn has just arrived in the computer world]
Kevin Flynn: Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.
Guard: Vacate entry port, program! I said, move! [pokes Flynn with an energy stick]
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay?
Master Control Program: I've got a little challenge for you, Sark
- a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual
manner. Train him for the games, let him hope for a while, then blow
Sark: You got it. I've been hoping you'd send me somebody with a little guts. What kind of Program is he?
Master Control Program: He's not any kind of Program, Sark. He's a User.
Sark: [surprised] A User?
Master Control Program: That's right. He pushed me in the real world. Someone pushes me, I push back, so I brought him down here. [brief pause] What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
Sark: Well, I... it's just... a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you!
Master Control Program: No one User wrote me. I'm worth millions of their man-years.
Sark: But what if I can't—
Master Control Program: You'd rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?
Sark: [in pain] Wait! I need that!
Master Control Program: Then pull yourself together! Get this clown trained! I want him in the games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.
Sark: Acknowledged, Master Control...
Master Control Program: End of Line. [releases Sark]
Kevin Flynn: Look, just so I can tell my friends what this dream is about, okay? Where am I?
Ram: You're a... guest of the Master Control Program.
Kevin Flynn: Oh, great.
Ram: They're going to make you play video games.
Kevin Flynn: No sweat. I play video games better than anybody.
Sark: Greetings. The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the Game Grid. Those of you who continue to profess a belief in the Users will receive the standard substandard training, which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the Warrior Elite of the MCP. You will each receive an identity disc. [displays a disc to the crowd] Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc. If you lose your disc or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate de-resolution. That will be all.
Kevin Flynn: Who's that guy?
Program: That's Tron. He fights for the Users.
Ram: The new guy was asking about you.
Tron: It's too bad he's in a match now. I'll probably never meet him.
Ram: You might. There's something different about him.
[Kevin Flynn drives past several tanks in his lightcycle]
Kevin Flynn: I shouldn't have written all those tank programs.
Kevin Flynn: Oh man! On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.
Tron: We made it!... This far.
Yori: I knew you'd escape. They haven't built a circuit that could hold you!
[A Bit flies around Flynn's head in the stolen Recognizer]
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Hold it right there!
Kevin Flynn: What do you mean, "yes"?
Kevin Flynn: Is that all you can say?
Kevin Flynn: Know anything else?
Kevin Flynn: Positive and negative, huh? You're a Bit, aren't you?
Kevin Flynn: Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?
Kevin Flynn: I'm your program?
Kevin Flynn: Another mouth to feed...
[Flynn flies a damaged Recognizer.]
Kevin Flynn: Pretty good driving, huh-- Whoa! [The Recognizer suddenly falls down a steep slope and crashes]
Kevin Flynn: Who asked you?
Kevin Flynn: Here comes a headache.
Tron: [to Dumont] My User has information that could... that could make this a free system again! No, really! You'd have programs lined up just to use this place, and no MCP looking over your shoulder.
[Tron has requested access to the I/O tower]
Dumont: [closes his eyes] All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible. [to Tron] You may pass, my friend.
Sark: Bring in the logic probe!
Master Control Program: Commander, you've enjoyed all the power
you've been given, haven't you? I wonder how you'd take to working in a
Sark: [in pain] We did take care of that User you sent us...
Master Control Program: Yes, and now there are two renegade programs running free in a stolen simulation.
Sark: We'll get them. It's only a matter of time.
Master Control Program: You've almost reached your decision gate, and I cannot spare you any more time. End of Line. [releases Sark]
Kevin Flynn: It's time I leveled with you. I'm what you guys call a User.
Yori: You're a User?
Kevin Flynn: I kinda took a wrong turn somewhere.
Tron: If you are a User, then everything you've done so far has been according to a plan, right?
Kevin Flynn: [laughs] Hah, you wish. Ah, you guys know what it's like, you just keep doing what it looks like you're supposed to be doing, no matter how crazy it seems.
Tron: That's the way it is for Programs, yes.
Kevin Flynn: I hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time, that's the way it is for us Users too.
Tron: Stranger and stranger.
Dumont: [strapped to a torture circuit] What do you want? I'm busy!
Sark: Busy dying, you worn out excuse for an old program?
Dumont: Yes, I'm old... old enough to remember when the MCP was just a chess program. He started small and he'll end small!
Sark: Very funny, Dumont – maybe I should keep you around just to make me laugh!
Kevin Flynn: [groggily] Did we make it? [Tron nods affirmatively] Hooray for our side.
Yori: That is a User, Dumont. He came here to help us. Tron believed in him.
Dumont: If the Users can no longer help us, we're lost.
Master Control Program: I feel a presence. Another warrior is on the mesa.
Sark: I don't know how you survived, slave. It doesn't matter.
Prepare to terminate! You should have joined us. We would have made a
great team! You're very persistent, Tron!
Tron: I'm also better than you!
Master Control Program: Your User can't help you now, my little program!
Alan Bradley: Try to look official. Here comes the boss.
[A helicopter lands, and Flynn steps out]
Kevin Flynn: [to pilot] Pick me up in an hour. Thanks. [to Alan and Lora] Greetings, Programs! [hugs them]
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