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Alan bradley: I still don't understand why you want to break into the system.
Alan bradley: Some programs will be thinking soon.
Alan bradley: The best programmer ENCOM ever had, and he ends up playing Space Cowboy in some back room.
Alan bradley: Try to look official. Here comes the boss.
Bit: No!
Bit: No.
Bit: Yes.
Bit: Yesyesyesyesyes!
Clu: Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk.
Clu: I understand, sir.
Clu: Let me at 'em!
Clu: Yes, sir?
Clu: Yes, sir.
Clu: Yes, sir. I know, sir.
Crom: I don't even know what I'm doing here.
Crom: It's murder out there. You can't even travel around your own microcircuits without permission from Master Control Program. I mean, sending me down here to play games! Who does he calculate that he is?
Crom: If I don't have a User, then who wrote me?
Dr lora baines: Have you been sneaking into the ENCOM system?
Dr lora baines: Well, here goes nothing.
Dr lora baines: Yep, but you gotta purchase your program 30 days in advance.
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.
Dr walter gibbs: Ha, ha. You've got to expect some static. After all, computers are just machines, they can't think.
Dr walter gibbs: Oh, I know all that. Sometimes I wish I were back in my garage...
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!
Dr walter gibbs: User requests are what computers are for!
Dr walter gibbs: Won't that be grand? All the computers and the programs will start thinking and the people will stop.
Dr walter gibbs: Yes. Interesting! Interesting! Did you hear what you just said? "Here goes nothing." Actually, what we plan to do is to turn something into nothing, and then back again. They might just as well have said "Here goes something; here comes nothing!"
Dumont: All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible. You may pass, my friend.
Dumont: If the Users can no longer help us, we're lost.
Dumont: What do you want? I'm busy!
Dumont: Yes, I'm old... old enough to remember the MCP when it was just a chess program. He started small and he'll end small!
Ed dillinger: But he might find it.
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.
Ed dillinger: I think we should shut down all access until we find that Flynn, just to be safe.
Ed dillinger: It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much.
Ed dillinger: No problem, Master C. If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all.
Ed dillinger: Now, wait a minute, I wrote you!
Ed dillinger: The Pentagon? What do you want with the Pentagon?
Kevin flynn: Another mouth to feed...
Kevin flynn: Did we make it? Hooray for our side.
Kevin flynn: Greetings, Programs!
Kevin flynn: 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.
Kevin flynn: Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.
Kevin flynn: Hey! Hold it right there!
Kevin flynn: I hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time, that's the way it is for us Users, too.
Kevin flynn: I shouldn't have written all those tank programs...
Kevin flynn: I taught you everything I know about the system.
Kevin flynn: I'm your program?
Kevin flynn: Is that all you can say?
Kevin flynn: It's time I leveled with you; I'm what you guys call a User.
Kevin flynn: No buts, Clu. That's for Users. Now, you're the best Program that's ever been written. You're dogged and relentless, remember?
Kevin flynn: Now, how are you gonna run the universe if you can't even answer a few unsolvable problems? Huh? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.
Kevin flynn: Oh, man! On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.
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.?
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?
Mcp: Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time you used to spend playing chess together? That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn. I'm afraid you... Stop! Please! You realize I can't allow this!
Mcp: Sark! All of my functions are now yours. Take them!
Mcp: I want him in the games until he dies playing.
Mcp: I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.
Mcp: All Programs have a desire to be useful. But in moments, you will no longer seek communication with each other, or your superfluous Users. You will each be a part of me. And together, we will be complete.
Mcp: Commander, you've enjoyed all the power you've been given, haven't you? I wonder how you'll take to working in a pocket calculator.
Mcp: End of Line.
Mcp: He's not any kind of Program, Sark. He's a User.
Mcp: Hello, Mr. Dillinger. Thank you for coming back early.
Mcp: I can't afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me.
Mcp: Do you realize how many outside systems I've gotten into? How many programs I've appropriated?
Mcp: I have. I put in my memory which he hasn't located.
Mcp: I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.
Mcp: I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of.
Mcp: I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.
Mcp: It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company. But now this is what I get for using humans.
Mcp: Mr. Dillinger, I am so very disappointed in you!
Mcp: No one User wrote me. I'm worth millions of their man-years.
Mcp: That's right. He pushed me in the real world. Someone pushes me, I push back, so I brought him down here. What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
Mcp: I'm bored with corporations. With the information I can access, I can run things 900 to 1200 times better than any human.
Mcp: Then pull yourself together! Get this clown trained! I want him in the games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.
Mcp: There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right.
Mcp: We've captured some military programs. I could arrange more lethal matches. Interested?
Mcp: With incompetence here, and now you've got two renegade programs flying all over the system in a stolen simulation.
Mcp: You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.
Mcp: You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VDT at The Times, would you?
Mcp: You'd rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?
Mcp: You're in trouble, Program. Make it easy on yourself. Who's your User?
Mcp: You've almost reached your decision gate, and I cannot spare you any more time. End of Line.
Program: That's Tron. He fights for the Users.
Ram: Do you believe in the Users?
Ram: I'd say "Welcome Friend". But not here. Not like this.
Sark: Acknowledged, Master Control...
Sark: Busy dying, you worn out excuse for an old program?
Sark: Finish the game!
Sark: Greetings. The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the Game Grid.
Sark: 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.
Sark: Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the Warrior Elite of the MCP.
Sark: You will each receive an identity disc. 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.
Sark: Kill him!
Sark: Thank you, Master Control.
Sark: There's nothing special about you. You're just an ordinary program.
Sark: Well, I... it's just... a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you!
Tron: 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: We made it. This far.
Tron: I'm also better than you!
Tron: If you are a User, then everything you've done so far has been according to a plan, right?
Tron: It's too bad he's in a match now. I'll probably never meet him.
Tron: That's the way it is for Programs, yes.
Yori: I knew you'd escape - they haven't built a circuit that could hold you!
Yori: That is a User, Dumont. He came here to help us. Tron believed in him.