RoboCop Quotes

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.

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!

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 cut this bitch!

Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man!
Creep: I'm gonna cut 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.

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.

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.

[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.

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.

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!

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]

[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!

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.