RoboCop: Dead or alive, you're coming with me!
[for demonstration, Mr. Kinney points a pistol at ED-209]
ED-209: [menacingly] Please put down your weapon. You have 20 seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you better do as he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Mr. Kinney drops the pistol on the floor. ED-209 advances, growling]
ED-209: You now have 15 seconds to comply.
[Mr. Kinney turns to Dick Jones, who looks nervous]
ED-209: You are in direct violation of Penal Code 1.13, Section 9.
[entire room of people in full panic trying to stay out of the line of fire, especially Mr. Kinney]
ED-209: You have 5 seconds to comply.
Kinney: Help me!
ED-209: Four... three... two... one... I am now authorized to use physical force!
[ED-209 opens fire and shreds Mr. Kinney]
RoboCop: [after shooting perp in groin] Your move, creep.
Bob Morton: What are your Prime Directives?
RoboCop: Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.
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 cocksucker'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]
RoboCop: Come quietly or there will be... trouble.
Steve Minh: Oh...
Steve Minh: Fuck *you!*
[Bob Morton has stormed off]
Officer Lewis: Sorry, Sarge, I fucked up.
Sgt. Reed: Forget it, kid. This guy's a serious asshole.
Reporter: Robo, excuse me, Robo, any special message for all the kids watching at home?
RoboCop: Stay out of trouble.
Sgt. Reed: Your client's a scumbag, you're a scumbag, and scumbags see the judge on Monday morning. Now get out of my office, and take laughing boy with you!
Keva Rosenberg Unemployed Person: It's a free society. Except there ain't nothing free, because there's no guarantees. You know? You're on your own. That's the law of the jungle.
RoboCop: [after stabbing Clarence] Lewis! Lewis!
Lewis: Murphy... I'm a mess...
RoboCop: They'll fix you. They fix everything.
Commercial Voice-Over: It's back! Big is back, because bigger is better than ever! 6000 SUX: An American Tradition!
[caption on screen says "An American Tradition. 8.2 MPG"]
RoboCop: [to store owners, after throwing perp through ice chest] Thank you for your cooperation. Good night.
Dick Jones: I had a guaranteed military sale with ED209! Renovation program! Spare parts for 25 years! Who cares if it worked or not!
[Dick Jones has just confessed to Bob Morton's murder and has ordered an ED-209 to destroy RoboCop]
Dick Jones: I had to kill Bob Morton because he made a mistake. Now it's time to erase that mistake.
RoboCop: [seeing Emil drawing his machine gun on him and draws his own gun] Drop it!
[Emil walks backwards]
RoboCop: Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
[Emil realizes who Robocop really is, for he had heard that statement earlier]
Emil: I know you! You're dead! We killed you!
[starts running and firing at Robocop]
Emil: We killed you!
[RoboCop has just rescued a rape victim. She hugs him]
Rape Victim: Oh God, I was so scared! Thank you!
RoboCop: Madame, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
Clarence Boddicker: H-hey, now wait a second.
[Robocop takes aim as he advances on Clarence; Clarence chuckles nervously as he realizes that Robocop truly means to kill him]
Clarence Boddicker: Now wait a minute... you're taking this kind of personally, aren't you?
[fear becomes apparent in his voice as Robocop approaches]
Clarence Boddicker: Come on now, man, you're making me nervous. Come on, you can't do this! Don't mess around! Hey! Hey! Hey, man, now don't get cute!
Clarence Boddicker: [stabs Robocop in the chest with metal rod] Sayonara, Robocop!
[Robocop stabs him in the throat; Clarence screams in pain as he staggers away and collapses]
RoboCop: Excuse me, I have to go. Somewhere there is a crime happening.
Prisoner: I'm what you call a repeat offender. I repeat, I will offend again! I get my orders from a higher source.
Sgt. Reed: Shut up, asshole.
The Old Man: [held at gunpoint by Jones] Dick, you're *fired*!
[Directive 4 limitation against Jones is cancelled]
RoboCop: Thank you.
Clarence: [to Murphy] Are you a good cop, hotshot? Why, sure you are! you gotta be some kind of GREAT cop, coming in here all by yourself. Where's your partner?
[whacking him behind knees with shotgun]
Clarence: Where's your partner?
Joe Cox: [walkling in] Well guys, the other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeet, mmph-mmm-mmm. I took her out, Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
[rest of gang laughs along with Joe]
Clarence: [kicking Murphy to floor] I'll bet that really pisses you off.
[looks closely at him]
Clarence: You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy... do ya?
Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime
[the gang laugh in unison]
[at the police station]
Slimey Lawyer: Attempted murder? 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] Your client's a scumbag, you're a scumbag, and scumbags see the judge on Monday morning. Now get out of my office, and take laughing boy with you!
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, Murphy. She started over again.
Robocop: I can feel them... but I can't remember them.
[Lewis extends her arm to comfort Murphy, but stops short of touching him]
Robocop: Leave me alone.
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 cocksucker! 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.
ED-209: [seeing RoboCop drive up to the OCP entrance] You are illegally parked on private property. You have 20 seconds to move your vehicle.
[just as it gets ready to shoot, RoboCop uses the Cobra rocket launcher to destroy the ED-209]
Bob Morton: Hey, he's old, we're young, and that's life.
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 memories are 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 towards the door]
Dick Jones: Suit yourself Clarence... But Delta City begins construction in two months. That's two million workers living trailers, that means drugs, gambling, prostitution...
[Clarence backtracks into Jones' office]
Dick Jones: 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.
Dick Jones: [in a private bathroom] Promoted to executive, congratulations. I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names. "Iron Butt." "Boner." Once I even called him..."asshole." But there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn. And you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me. And you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guarantee military sale with ED 209. Renovation program. Spare parts for 25 years. Who cares if it worked or not?
Bob Morton: The old man thought it was pretty important, Dick.
Dick Jones: You know, he's a sweet old man. And he means well. But he's not gonna live forever. And I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob?
Dick Jones: [about to walk out of the bathroom, then rubs Morton's hair] You just...
[Jones grabs Morton's hair]
Dick Jones: fucked with the wrong guy.
Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand out of his hair] You're out of your fucking mind!
Dick Jones: You better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.
[Morton and Johnson head to elevator after boardroom meeting]
Bob Morton: Yes! Now that's how you do it in the big leagues, Johnson. You see an opening, you *go* for it!
Johnson: You better watch your back, Bob.
Johnson: Jones is gonna come looking for you.
Bob Morton: Oh, fuck Jones. He fumbled the ball, 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: Soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.
Lewis: I just asked him his name.
Morton: Let me make something clear to you. He doesn't have a name. He has a program. He's product.
[Gang has just finished shooting Murphy firing-squad style]
Joe Cox: [in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
Clarence: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me. So I don't like cops.
[after having helped empty dozens of rounds into Officer Murphy]
Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo.
[Ron Miller is holding City Hall hostage to get an old job back and Lt. Hedgecock is negotiating from outside with a bullhorn]
Lt Hedgecock: Okay Miller! Don't hurt the mayor! We'll give you what you want!
Miller: First, don't fuck with me. I'm a desperate man! And second, I want some fresh coffee. And third, I want a recount! And no matter how it turns out, I want my old job back!
Lt Hedgecock: Okay.
Miller: And I want a bigger office! And I want a new car! And I want the city to pay for it all!
Lt Hedgecock: What kind of car, Miller?
Miller: Something with reclining leather seats, that goes really fast, and gets really shitty gas mileage! Alright.
Lt Hedgecock: How about a 6000 SUX?
Miller: Yeah! Okay, sure! What about cruise control? Does it come with cruise control?
Lt Hedgecock: Hey, no problem, Miller. You let the mayor go, we'll even throw in a Blaupunkt!
Miller: Lieutenant, don't jerk me off! When people jerk me off, I kill them! You wanna see?
[Miller goes over to the Mayor]
Lt Hedgecock: Get up, Your Honor. Get up! Get up. Your public wants to see you.
[Miller pulls the Mayor to the window and points the gun at his head]
Miller: Nobody ever takes me seriously! We'll get serious now... and kiss the mayor's ass goodbye!
[Robocop punches through the wall, grabbing Miller and the gun, then he punches Miller in the face and sends him flying out the window]
Miller: Something with reclining leather seats, that goes really fast and gets really shitty gas mileage!
Clarence Boddicker: C'mon Dick. Your company built the fuckin' thing. Now, I gotta deal with it, I don't have time for this bullshit.
Clarence Boddicker: Hey Emil! How's the Gray Bar Motel?
Emil: Not bad.
[shows his prison uniform]
Emil: They let me keep the shirt. Nobody popped my cherry!
Leon Nash: Emil how ya doin' man, good to see ya!
Joe Cox: [Joe pulls up in a stolen car] Hey hey! First they me out of jail for free, then look what I find in the prison parking lot: but a brand new 6000 SUX, still got the factory sticker on it!
Leon Nash: Hey Clarence, Joey's got a car just like yours man!
Joe Cox: Yo Clarence, what do you think buddy!
Joe Cox: [seeing Clarence take out a Cobra Assault cannon] What you got there Clarence? Whoa! A new toy! Can I play?
Clarence Boddicker: Huh? Watch this...
[Clarence aims the assault cannon at Joe's 6000SUX]
Joe Cox: Wait a minute, Clarence! Clarence!
Joe Cox: [BOOM, the car explodes into flames] Ah, shit! Fuck!
Clarence Boddicker: Nice car Joe!
[makes a kissy kissy face]
Clarence Boddicker: Cobra Assault Cannon, state of the art, bang bang!
Emil: [taking the launcher from Clarence and blowing up a store with it]
Emil: I like it!
Emil: [Joe tries to take the launcher from Emil] Give it up, faggit little man!
Emil: No butthole, get your own!
Clarence Boddicker: [gives Joe the cannon and both him and Emil blow up random things, then Clarence uses the GPS map to find Robocop] He's at the steel mill. Let's go.
Leon Nash: [yelling to Emil and Joe] Alright, cut the horseshit! We're moving out.
Clarence Boddicker: Come on Emil, get your ass in the van!
Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha ha, the wreckin' crew is here, where is that metallic mother...
Clarence: Zip it up! Nothing fancy, just kill him!
Kaplan: I don't like it either Reed, but listen.
Sgt. Reed: You listen to me, you asshole! You're talking about shutting down a major metropolitan police force! Without cops, this city would tear itself apart!
[after blowing Murphy's hand off]
Clarence: Well give the man a hand!
Bob Morton: [looking at Robocop] You're gonna be a bad motherfucker!
Dick Jones: Did you think you think you were an ordinary cop? You're our product. And we can't very well have our products turning against us, can we?
Miller: First, don't fuck with me. I'm a desperate man! And second, I want some fresh coffee. And third, I want a recount! And no matter how it turns out, I want my old job back!
Emil: [pointing a shotgun at Murphy's chin] Your ass is mine!
Clarence: Not yet it ain't.
Clarence: [after spitting blood] Just give me my fucking phone call.
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]
[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?
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!
[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!
Johnson: Don't mess with Jones, man. He'll make sushi out of you.
Kinney: Yeah, you better be careful. I hear Jones is a real shark.
Bob Morton: [turns to Kinney] Who asked you, twerp?
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.
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...
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]
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.
Clarence Boddicker: Think about it, chum. Good business is where you find it.
Clarence Boddicker: Shit! I don't believe it!
Clarence Boddicker: You burnt the fucking money!
Bobby: I had to blow the door! What do you want?
Clarence Boddicker: It's as good as marked, you asshole. You stupid, stupid asshole!
Kaplan: I'll tell you what we should do. We should strike. Fuck 'em!
Bob Morton: Come on, let's get out of here. Listen, Reed, try and keep one thing in mind. This project doesn't concern cops, it's classified, it's OCP... got it?
Sgt. Reed: Yeah, I got it.
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!
Rape Victim: Oh God. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Maddame, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
Dick Jones: Come in officer, you know I usually don't see anyone without an appointment, but your case I'll make an exception.
RoboCop: You are under arrest.
Dick Jones: Oh? On what charge?
RoboCop: Aiding and abetting a known felon.
Dick Jones: Sounds like I'm in a lot of trouble. You better take me in.
RoboCop: I will.
[Then RoboCop's Directive prevents him from arresting Jones, and is trying to fight it]
Dick Jones: What's the matter officer? I'll tell you what's the matter. It's a little insurance policy called "Directive 4", my little contribution to your psychological profile. Any attempt to arrest a senior officer of OCP results in shutdown. What did you think? That you were an ordinary police officer? You're our product and we can't very well have our products turning against us, can we?
[RoboCop trying to resist his Directive, and draws his gun, but drops it]
Dick Jones: Ahh, still a little fight in you... Maybe you would like to meet a friend of mine.
[ED-209 marches into the room]
Dick Jones: I had to kill Bob Morton because he made a mistake, now it's time to erase that mistake.
Roosevelt: The entire outer skin will be like this.
Tyler: Its titanium, laminated with kevlar.
Roosevelt: Go ahead, shake his hand.
Bob Morton: [the robotic arm extends to shake Morton's hand, he cringes as the robot hand grips his hand hard] Ahhh, he's got a helluva grip!
Tyler: It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.
Roosevelt: Alright, attach it to his shoulder.
Bob Morton: [Looks right into Robocop's point of view] You're gonna be a bad motherfucker!
[OCP executive Bob Morton is interviewed on Mediabreak]
Robert 'Bob' Morton: Here at Security Concepts, we're predicting the end of crime in Old Detroit within 40 days. There's a new guy in town. His name is RoboCop.
Sgt. Reed: Lewis, come over here when you're done fucking around.
Sgt. Reed: Lewis, come over here when you're done fucking around with your suspect.
Sgt. Reed: And there will be no strike! We are not plumbers! We are police officers!
Dick Jones: Every policeman knows there are inherent risks in his job. If you can't stand the heat, you better stay out of the kitchen.
The Old Man: These are serious charges. What is your evidence?
The Old Man: My friends. I've had this dream for more than a decade now. A dream which I've invited you all to share with me.
The Old Man: Maybe what we need here is a fresh perspective.
Lt Hedgecock: We wait. Terrorism is a very tricky business. Massive and immediate retaliatioin is the best policy. Unfortunately...
Murphy: [Coming into the room] Freeze. Don't move.
[a thug picks up a shot gun and Murhy shoots him dead, Emil begins to pick up his shotgun but holds]
Murphy: Yeah, go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
Murphy: Lewis, Lewis, I have a situation here, girl.
Murphy: Get up, c'mon, hand on your head, spread your legs
Murphy: Lewis, where are you?
Leon Nash: [Then, the rest of the gang comes in] Why don't you let us take it from here, Emil.
[Emil disarms murphy and then picks up his shotgun]
Emil: Your ass is mine.
Clarence Boddicker: [Coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well what do we got here?
[Takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]
Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? You gotta be some kind of "great" cop, coming here all by yourself.
[Hits Murphy in the knees]
Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?
[Hits Murphy in the back]
Joe Cox: [Coming in] Hey, guys, she was upstairs, she was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm,mm. I took her out.
Clarence Boddicker: I bet that really pisses you off. You don't think I am a nice guy.
Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.
Clarence Boddicker: You see, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.
[Waves hus gun a few times mimicking the sound of a cannon and finally shooting Murphy's right hand off]
Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand.
[the gang laughs, then the rest of the gang shoots Murphy, who screams in pain]
Joe Cox: Oh shit. I'm out of ammo.
[to a mangled Murphy]
Joe Cox: Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over.
[Shoots Murphy in the head]
Clarence Boddicker: Alright, lets get out of here.
Joe Cox: Good night, sweet prince.
Grocery Mom: [Hophead puts a comic book onto the check out counter, and the grocery mom puts the comic book in a bag] Would there be anything else sir?
Hophead: [Muffled] Yeah, empty the register and put the money in the bag.
Grocery Mom: Excuse me?
Hophead: [shouts] I said give me all your money and all of it and don't fuck with me!
[Hophead takes out a machine gun from his coat]
Hophead: Now move! Open the safe pops. Open the god damn safe!
Grocery Pop: We don't have a safe.
[Hophead kicks the display of beer cans that hides a safe]
Hophead: There's your god damn safe! Open that son of a bitch!
Hophead: I'm gonna count to three and you'd better open that son of a bitch! Come on!
Hophead: [Points the gun at the mom's head] I'm gonna blow her brains out.
Grocery Pop: I'll open the safe.
Hophead: Good boy.
[the pop opens the safe]
Hophead: Come on! You better open it at the count of 3. 1, 2...
[RoboCop comes in]
Hophead: Fuck me!
RoboCop: Drop the gun. You are under arrest.
Hophead: [shouting while shooting at RoboCop] Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
[RoboCop bends the nose of Hophead's gun and he tries to run away but RoboCop tosses him into a freezer, and RoboCop turns to the grocery couple]
RoboCop: Thank you for your co-operation. Good night.
Bixby Snyder: [From the TV] I'll buy that for a dollar!