| Splatterpunk 1: |
Pocket Jack, Megazone invasion! |
| Splatterpunk 2: |
Poppa drank, hypo-head. Splatterville's ours.
Shoot him in the mouth, splatter brain. |
| Splatterpunk 1: |
Cyborg eats bullets, Jack! |
| Splatterpunk 2: |
Not tonight, he don't. |
| ----- |
| Lawyer: |
This is entrapment! My client was visiting
close personal friends in that motel. |
| Sgt. Reed: |
Hey, buddy. Your client's "close personal friends"
were a non-union video crew and a German Shepherd. |
| ----- |
| McDaggett: |
[I]f you're just now figuring out the line
between big business and war is a little blurry, than you're
further over the hill than they say you are. |
| ----- |
| Fleck: |
Is there anything Security Concepts can do? |
| The C.E.O.: |
Security Concepts can kiss my freckled butt. |
| ----- |
| Bertha: |
He don't look too good. |
| Moreno: |
Well, you wouldn't look so good either if you
took a grenade in your chest. |
| ----- |
| Johnson: |
[I]t's just a small resistance group, and there's
no reason to believe they pose a significant threat. |
| The C.E.O.: |
Well, I'd consider a deficit of three hundred-and-fifty
million dollars, a "significant threat." |
| ----- |
| Fleck: |
It's the fall of Rome around here. Darwin time:
survival of the least expendable. |
| ----- |
| The C.E.O.: |
The great city of Detroit represents an important
president, gentlemen. There's only one small problem . . .
it's turning into a war zone! |
| ----- |
| McDaggett: |
We're dead, you stupid slag! |
| ----- |
| The C.E.O.: |
What do they call ya? Murphy, is it? |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
My friends call me Murphy; you call me, Robocop. |
| ----- |
| Bertha: |
[C]an you fix him? |
| Moreno: |
This isn't a valve job on a Chevy. I never
worked on a damn Robocop before. |
| ----- |
| Sgt. Reed: |
Do you know there's a warrant out for your
arrest? |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
Yes. |
| Sgt. Reed: |
Well, I was just checking. |
| ----- |
| Johnson: |
You are jeopardizing your retirement benefits! |
| ----- |
| The C.E.O.: |
What, you gone war wacky?! |
| ----- |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
I hope you are insured. |
| ----- |
| Sgt. Reed: |
It's time to show how real cops kick ass. |
| ----- |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
You called for back-up? |
| ----- |
| Anne Lewis: |
If you wanna get in there, you're gonna have
to shoot through us! |
| McDaggett: |
I don't have a huge problem with that. |
| ----- |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
Thank you. |
| ----- |
| Alex Murphy/Robocop: |
Go home, young lady. You are in violation of
curfew. |
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