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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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Bob Morton: What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're going to get away with this...
[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 here is, 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.
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones: That hurt... 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...
[Clarences 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 here is, 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.
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones: That hurt... 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...
[Clarences 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]
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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Sal: Okay, let me try to put this in perspective. You've 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 beautiful being'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 beautiful being'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]
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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[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 6 months. Your "temporary setback" could cost us 50 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 6 months. Your "temporary setback" could cost us 50 million dollars in interest payments alone!
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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[ED-209 has malfunctioned and killed Mr. Kinney in a demonstration]
Bob Morton: Somebody wanna call a *goddamn* paramedic? Let's go, Johnson!
Johnson: [frantic] Hey, pull the plug on that thing!
[picks up phone and yells back to others]
Johnson: Look, don't touch 'em. Don't *touch* 'em!
Bob Morton: Somebody wanna call a *goddamn* paramedic? Let's go, Johnson!
Johnson: [frantic] Hey, pull the plug on that thing!
[picks up phone and yells back to others]
Johnson: Look, don't touch 'em. Don't *touch* 'em!
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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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 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 OCP. He's the senior president.
RoboCop: ...anything you say can be used against you.
Clarence Boddicker: It's Dick Jonessssss...
[Robocop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: You beautiful being! 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.
[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 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 OCP. He's the senior president.
RoboCop: ...anything you say can be used against you.
Clarence Boddicker: It's Dick Jonessssss...
[Robocop sends him flying through another window]
Clarence Boddicker: You beautiful being! 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.
[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.
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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Alarm voice-over: 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.
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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Morton: How does he eat?
Roosevelt: The digestive system is extremely simple, this processor dispenses a rudimentary paste that sustains his organic systems.
Johnson: [Roosevelt dispenses the paste into a cup and hands it to Johnson] Tastes like baby food!
Morton: Knock yourself out...
Roosevelt: The digestive system is extremely simple, this processor dispenses a rudimentary paste that sustains his organic systems.
Johnson: [Roosevelt dispenses the paste into a cup and hands it to Johnson] Tastes like baby food!
Morton: Knock yourself out...
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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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: I think we should lose the arm, 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: I think we should lose the arm, 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]
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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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'll 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'll have to give me a volume discount.
Sal: Not into discounts.
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Lifer
- Dec 27, 2001
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RoboCop: Let the woman go, you are under arrest.
[Draws his gun]
Creep's Buddy: You better back-up, pal! 'Cuz... He's gonna kill her... He's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop tries to subdue the suspect without hurting the woman, aiming his gun around them both]
Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man! He, he's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop shoots through the woman's skirt and the Creep's crotch, who then crumples to the ground screaming in pain]
RoboCop: Your move, Creep.
Creep: Oooow! Ooow! Ooooow!
[Lies on the ground wincing in pain and holding his groin]
Creep's Buddy: Okay, okay, it's okay!
[surrenders]
Rape Victim: Oh God. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Maddame, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
[Draws his gun]
Creep's Buddy: You better back-up, pal! 'Cuz... He's gonna kill her... He's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop tries to subdue the suspect without hurting the woman, aiming his gun around them both]
Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man! He, he's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop shoots through the woman's skirt and the Creep's crotch, who then crumples to the ground screaming in pain]
RoboCop: Your move, Creep.
Creep: Oooow! Ooow! Ooooow!
[Lies on the ground wincing in pain and holding his groin]
Creep's Buddy: Okay, okay, it's okay!
[surrenders]
Rape Victim: Oh God. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Maddame, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
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