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[Morton and Johnson head to the elevator after the boardroom meeting
] Bob Morton
: Yes! Now that's how it's done in the big leagues, Johnson. You see an opening, you GO for it!
[both walk into the elevator
: You better watch your back, Bob. Jones is gonna come looking for you. Bob Morton
: Oh, fuck Jones. He fumbled the ball and I was there to pick it up. Johnson
: Too bad about Kinney, huh? Bob Morton
: That's life in the big city. Johnson
: [about RoboCop project
] When do we start? Bob Morton
: As soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.
[ED-209 has malfunctioned and killed Mr. Kinney in a demonstration
] Bob Morton
: Somebody wanna call a *goddamn* paramedic? Let's go, Johnson! Johnson
] You pull the plug on this thing!
[picks up phone and yells back to others
: All right, look, don't touch 'em. Don't *touch* 'em!
: Don't mess with Jones, man. He'll make sushi out of you. Kinney
: Yeah, you better be careful. Man, I hear Jones is a real shark. Bob Morton
: [turns to Kinney
] Who asked you, twerp?
: How does he eat? Roosevelt
: His 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. Bob Morton
: Knock yourself out.
: [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
: Well, I think we should lose the arm. Wha-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
: Sergeant. We're taking Cadillac Heights. I'll need fifty of your men armed and in full body armor in one hour. Mr. Johnson, you can tell the C.E.O. the demolition crews will have total access at 0600 hours tomorrow morning. Sergeant Warren Reed
: Hey, we don't do that kind of work. McDaggett
: That was a direct order, sergeant. Sergeant Warren Reed
: Driving people out of their homes is no work for a cop. Johnson
: Now, sergeant... fifteen years on the force is quite an investment. Your job, your pension... Maybe instead of worrying about these squatter people, you might think about your OWN family. Sergeant Warren Reed
: I am.
[Takes off his badge and throws it on the floor
] Sergeant Warren Reed
: I'm thinking I have to go home and face them.
[Reed leaves. One by one, other offices drop their badges and walk out as well
: You can't do this! Look, you are employees of O.C.P. Now remember that! You're jeopardizing your retirement benefits!
[Johnson and Fleck are walking in OCP, looking at the chaos around them
: Between me and you, Johnson, I think the CEO's startin' to lose it. I mean, take a look around, will you? It's the Fall of Rome around here! It's Darwin time, you know what I'm saying? Survival of the least expendable. Johnson
: Remember the Old Man, Jeff. Everyone's expendable.
: That's the fourth one this month. Fleck
: Chicken shit! I'd eat a bullet, myself. Less showy.
: Uh, sir, what if this was all the work of one individual person who had her own agenda that wasn't in sync with the goals of our company? The Old Man
: Well... that usually works. A woman who was not a team player, who violated our trust?