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 twenty seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Mr. Kinney drops the pistol on the floor. ED-209 advances, growling]
ED-209: You now have fifteen 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 five seconds to comply.
Kinney: Help...! Help me!
ED-209: Four... three... two... one... I am now authorized to use physical force!
[ED-209 opens fire and shreds Mr. Kinney]
Bob Morton: What are your Prime Directives?
RoboCop: Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.
Sal: Okay, let me, uh, try to put this in perspective. You 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]
Reporter: Robo, excuse me, Robo. Any special message for all the kids watching at home?
RoboCop: Stay out of trouble.
[Bob Morton has stormed off]
Officer Lewis: Sorry, Sarge. I fucked up.
Sgt. Reed: Forget it, kid. This guy's a serious asshole.
The Old Man: [held at gunpoint by Jones] Dick, you're *fired*!
[Directive 4 limitation against Jones is cancelled]
RoboCop: Thank you.
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've 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, uh, he's OCP. He's a senior president.
RoboCop: Anything you say may 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. 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.
RoboCop: Come quietly or there will be... trouble.
Steve Minh: Oh...
Steve Minh: Fuck you!
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!
Commercial Voice-Over: It's back. Big is back, because bigger is better. 6000 SUX - an American tradition!
[caption on screen says "An American Tradition. 8.2 MPG"]
Clarence: [after spitting blood] Just give me my fucking phone call.
Keva Rosenberg Unemployed Person: It's a free society - except there ain't nothin' free, because there's no guarantees, you know? You're on your own. It's the law of the jungle. Hoo-hoo.
RoboCop: [after stabbing Clarence] Lewis! Lewis!
Officer Lewis: [looking up] Murphy... I'm a mess...
RoboCop: They'll fix you. They fix everything.
Clarence Boddicker: Okay. I give up.
RoboCop: I'm not arresting you anymore.
[as RoboCop steadily advances, taking aim on Clarence, Clarence's nervous chuckles slowly turn to near panic as he realizes that Robocop truly means to kill him]
Clarence Boddicker: H-hey, now wait a second. Now, wait a minute. You're taking this kind of personal, aren't ya? Come on, man. Come on, now. You're making me nervous. Come on, you can't do this! Come on, now! Don't mess around! Hey! Hey! Come on, man. Now, don't get cute!
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. She started over again.
RoboCop: I can feel them... but I can't remember them.
[Lewis extends her arm to comfort Murphy]
RoboCop: Leave me alone.
ED-209: [seeing RoboCop drive up to the OCP entrance] You are illegally parked on private property. You have twenty seconds to move your vehicle.
[Just as it gets ready to shoot, RoboCop uses the Cobra Assault Cannon to destroy the ED-209]
Bob Morton: Hey, he's old, we're young, and that's life.
RoboCop: Let the woman go. You are under arrest.
Creep's Buddy: Shit!
[RoboCop draws his gun]
Creep's Buddy: You... you better back-up, pal! 'Cuz... he's gonna kill her. He... he is gonna kill her!
[RoboCop, trying to subdue the suspects without hurting the woman, aims his gun around them both]
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He's gonna kill her, man!
Creep: I'm gonna fuck this bitch!
Creep's Buddy: He... he's gonna kill her!
[RoboCop shoots through the woman's skirt, hitting the Creep's crotch, who then crumples to the ground screaming in pain]
Creep: Oooow! Ooow-how-ha-how! Ahhhh!
RoboCop: Your move, Creep.
Creep: [on the ground howling in pain and holding his bleeding groin] Oooow! Ooow! Ooooow!
Creep's Buddy: [simultaneously, while surrendering] Okay, okay, it's okay!
Rape Victim: Oh, God. I was so scared. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
RoboCop: Madam, you have suffered an emotional shock. I will notify a rape crisis center.
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 memory's 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 out the doors but Dick recaptures his interest]
Dick Jones: Suit yourself, Clarence... but Delta City begins construction in two months. That's two million workers living in trailers. That means drugs, gambling, prostitution - 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.
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]
[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]
Johnson: 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.
RoboCop: Excuse me. I have to go. Somewhere there is a crime happening.
Prisoner: Now, I am... I am 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.
[at the police station]
Slimey Lawyer: Attempted murder? Well, 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] Listen, pal, your client's a scumbag, you're a scumbag, and scumbags see the judge on Monday morning! Now, get out of my police station, and take laughing boy with ya!
Bob Morton: What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with this, you got another thing... Ahh!
[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 is here, 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. That hurt...
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones: ...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.
[Clarence 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]
Alarm voice-over: Red alert! 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.
Bob Morton: 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.
Clarence Boddicker: Listen, I'm here to see Dick Jones, but when I'm done, I've got some free time. Maybe you could, um... fit me in.
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, draws his gun, but drops it]
Dick Jones: Ahh, still a little fight left in you. Maybe you'd 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.
Dougy: We keep robbin' banks but we never get to keep the money.
Emil: Takes money to make money. We steal money to buy coke then sell the coke to make even more money. Capital investment, man.
Dougy: Yeah, but why bother making it when we can just steal it?
Emil: No better way to steal money than free enterprise.
Dick Jones: [in the executive bathroom] Congratulations, Bob.
Bob Morton: Thanks.
Dick Jones: 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 guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five 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? You just, uh...
Dick Jones: [grabbing Morton's hair] ... fucked with the wrong guy.
Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand from his hair] You're out of your fuckin' mind!
Dick Jones: You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.
Officer Lewis: I asked him his name. He didn't know.
Bob Morton: Oh, great. Let me make it real clear to you. He doesn't have a name. He's got a program. He's product. Is that clear?
[the gleeful gang shoots Murphy firing-squad style till... ]
Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo.
Emil: Me, too.
Joe Cox: [to a mangled Murphy, in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over.
[shoots Murphy in the head]
Clarence Boddicker: Okay, let's get out of here.
Joe Cox: [to Murphy] Good night, sweet prince.
[Ron Miller is holding City Hall hostage to get an old job back while Lt. Hedgecock is negotiating from outside with a bullhorn]
Lt Hedgecock: Okay, Miller! Don't hurt the mayor! We'll give you whatever 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!
Lt Hedgecock: How about the, uh, 6000 SUX?
Miller: Yeah! Okay, sure! What about cruise control? Does it come with cruise control?
Lt Hedgecock: Hey, no problem, Miller. 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, grabs Miller and the gun, then punches Miller in the face to send him flying out the window]
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 let me out of jail for free, then what do 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 do you got there, Clarence, huh? Whoa! A new toy! Can I play?
Clarence Boddicker: Huh? Watch this...
[Clarence aims the assault cannon at Joe's 6000 SUX]
Joe Cox: Wait... wait a minute, Clarence! Clarence!
[BOOM, the car explodes into flames]
Joe Cox: Ah, shit! Fuck!
Clarence Boddicker: Nice car, Joe!
[Clarence makes a kissy kissy face]
Joe Cox: Fuck you, Clarance.
Emil: Lemme try that!
Clarence Boddicker: Clarence Boddicker: Cobra Assault Cannon - state of the art bang - bang!
[Emil takes the launcher from Clarence and blows up a store with it]
Emil: [shouts] I LIKE it!
Joe Cox: [trying to take the launcher from Emil] Give it up, faggot little man!
Emil: No, butthole! Get your own!
Clarence Boddicker: Come on!
[Clarence allows Joe the cannon while Emil fetches another from the car, and both have fun blowing up random things]
Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha HAA ha-ha HA! The wreckin' crew is here! Where IS that metallic mother...
Clarence Boddicker: Zip it up, will you, man? Nothing fancy. Just kill him!
Kaplan: I don't like it any more than you do, 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!
[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 six months. Your "temporary setback" could cost us fifty 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] You pull the plug on this thing!
[picks up phone and yells back to others]
Johnson: All right, 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. Man, I hear Jones is a real shark.
Bob Morton: [turns to Kinney] Who asked you, twerp?
The Old Man: Old Detroit has a cancer. The cancer is crime, and it must be cut out before we employ the two million workers that will breathe life into this city again.
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: 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]
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're gonna 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... 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: Well, I'll tell you what we should do. We should strike. Fuck 'em!
Bob Morton: Let's get out of here. Listen, Reed.
Sgt. Reed: Yeah.
Bob Morton: Try and keep one thing in mind. This project doesn't concern cops. It's classified. It's OCP. Got it, mister?
Sgt. Reed: Yeah, I got it.
Roosevelt: The entire outer skin will be like this.
Tyler: It's titanium, laminated with kevlar.
Roosevelt: Go ahead. Shake his hand.
[the robotic arm extends to shake Morton's hand]
Bob Morton: Come here often? How you doin'?
Bob Morton: [cringes as the robot hand grips his hand hard] Ow! God! He's got a helluva grip!
Tyler: It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.
Roosevelt: All right, attach it to his shoulder.
Bob Morton: [as the robotic arm wheels out] I like that.
Bob Morton: [Looks right into RoboCop's point of view] You are gonna be a bad motherfucker!
[OCP executive Bob Morton is interviewed on Mediabreak]
Robert 'Bob' Morton: At Security Concepts, we're projecting the end of crime in Old Detroit within forty days. There's a new guy in town. His name is RoboCop.
Sgt. Reed: Lewis, come here when you're finished fucking around with your suspect!
Sgt. Reed: I don't want to hear any more talk about strike! We're not plumbers! We're police officers - and police officers don't strike!
Dick Jones: Every policeman knows when he joins the force that there are certain inherent risks that come with the territory. Ask any cop, he'll tell ya, "If you can't stand the heat, you better stay out of the kitchen."
Murphy: [getting the drop on two criminals] Hey! Don't move.
[Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights]
Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
Murphy: [into radio] Lewis. Lewis? Lewis, I got a situation here, girl.
Murphy: [to Emil] Okay, tough guy, get up. Get up! C'mon. Spread your legs. That's right.
Murphy: [back on the radio to Lewis] Lewis, where are you? You all right?
[while Murphy arrests Emil, his gang gets the drop on Murphy]
Leon Nash: Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?
[Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun]
Emil: Your ass is mine.
Clarence Boddicker: [coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here?
[takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]
Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself.
[strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground]
Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?
[hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt]
Joe Cox: [coming in] Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out.
Clarence Boddicker: [to Murphy] I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?
Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.
Clarence Boddicker: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.
[Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics]
Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours.
[the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump]
Emil: All right, all right. Look out.
Steve Minh: Turn around, man.
Joe Cox: Pretty boy. Hey, over here.
[Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off]
Murphy: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... OW! Oh! Oh! OW! OUUUUUUUUUU...
Clarence Boddicker: [using the GPS map to find RoboCop] He's at the steel mill. Let's go.
Leon Nash: [yelling to Emil and Joe] All right, cut the horseshit! We're moving out.
Clarence Boddicker: Come on, Emil. Get your ass in the van!
Emil: Come on, lard-ass, let's move it!
Joe Cox: I'll get you, faggot, haha-ha!
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 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-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! I'm gonna count to three and you'd better open that son of a bitch! Come on, 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 works on the safe]
Hophead: Come on! Well, you better open that on the count of three. One. Two.
[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. Hophead tries to run away but RoboCop tosses him into a freezer]
RoboCop: [turning to the grocery couple] Thank you for your co-operation. Good night.
Bixby Snyder: [From the TV] I'll buy that for a dollar!
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.