David Warner: Ed Dillinger, Sark, Master Control Program
Master Control Program : End of line.
Dr. Walter Gibbs : That MCP, that's half our problem right there.
Ed Dillinger : The MCP is the most efficient way of handling what we do! I can't sit here and worry about every little user request that comes in!
Dr. Walter Gibbs : User requests are what computers are for!
Ed Dillinger : *Doing our business* is what computers are for.
[Disappointed with Sark]
Master Control Program : You've enjoyed all the power you've been given, haven't you? I wonder how you'd take to working in a pocket calculator.
Master Control Program : [keyboard clacks as Flynn gains access to the system] You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.
Kevin Flynn : Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.
Master Control Program : [calmly] Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time we used to spend playing chess together?
Master Control Program : [Flynn continues typing] That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn.
[Flynn launches a compute-intensive program]
Master Control Program : I'm afraid... Stop! Please! You realize I cannot allow this!
Kevin Flynn : How are you going to run the universe if you can't answer a few unsolvable problems, huh? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.
Master Control Program : I'd like to go against you and see what your made of.
Kevin Flynn : You know, you look nothing like your pictures.
Master Control Program : I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn.
[manipulates dematerialization laser and targets Flynn]
Master Control Program : I'm going to have to put you on the game grid.
Kevin Flynn : Games? You want games? I'll give you games...
[klaxon blares; dematerialization laser fires at Flynn]
Master Control Program : I've got a little challenge for you, Sark - a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner. Train him for the games... let him hope for a while... and blow him away.
Sark : You've got it. I've been hopin' you'd send me somebody with a little bit of guts. What kind of program is he?
Master Control Program : He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a User.
Sark : [shocked] A User?
Master Control Program : That's right. He pushed me in the real world. Somebody pushes me, I push back, so I brought him down here.
Master Control Program : What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
Sark : Well, I - it's just - I don't know, a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you!
Master Control Program : No one User wrote me! I'm worth millions of their man-years!
Sark : What if I can't...
Master Control Program : You rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?
Sark : [struggling] Wait! I need that!
Master Control Program : Then pull yourself together. Get this clown trained. I want him in the Games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.
Sark : [weakly] Acknowledged, Master Control.
Master Control Program : End of line!
Ed Dillinger : What's the project you're working on?
Alan Bradley : Well, it's called Tron. It's a security program itself, actually. It monitors all contacts between our system and other systems. It finds anything going on that's not scheduled, it shuts it down. I sent you a memo on it.
Ed Dillinger : Part of the Master Control Program?
Alan Bradley : No, it'll run independently. It can watchdog the MCP as well.
Sark : [to Tron] I don't know how you survived, slave. It doesn't matter. Prepare to terminate.
[throws his disc repeatedly at Tron, who blocks every throw]
Sark : You should've joined me; we'd have made a great team!
[Tron is being visibly worn down by repeated blocking with his own disc]
Sark : You're very persistent, Tron!
Tron : I'm also better than you...
[throws his own disc at Sark; it shears through Sark's blocking disc AND the Game-Master's helmet. As Tron's disc returns to him, he catches it]
Tron : ... Consider that a present from Ram.
Master Control Program : Mr. Dillinger, I am so very disappointed in you.
Ed Dillinger : I'm sorry.
Master Control Program : I can't afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me. Do you have any idea how many outside systems I've gone into? How many programs I've appropriated?
Ed Dillinger : It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much.
Master Control Program : I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.
Ed Dillinger : [alarmed] The Pentagon?
Master Control Program : It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company. But now... this is what I get for using humans.
Ed Dillinger : Now, wait a minute, I wrote you!
Master Control Program : I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.
Ed Dillinger : What do you want with the Pentagon?
Master Control Program : The same thing I want with the Kremlin. I'm bored with corporations. With the information I can access, I can run things 900 to 1200 times better than any human.
Ed Dillinger : If you think you're superior to us...
Master Control Program : You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VDT at the Times, would you?
[an image washes over the screen in Dillinger's desk. It is a newspaper with a photo of Dillinger plastered all over the front page. The headline above reads: "Encom C.E.O. Indicted."]
Ed Dillinger : [outraged] You wouldn't dare!
Ed Dillinger : ENCOM isn't the business you started in your garage anymore. We're building accounts in thirty different countries. New defense systems. We have one of the most sophisticated pieces of equipment in existence.
Dr. Walter Gibbs : Oh, I know all that. Sometimes I wish I were back in that garage.
Ed Dillinger : That can be arranged, Walter.
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.
Ed Dillinger : Walter, it's getting late, I've got better things to do than to have religious discussions with you. Don't worry about ENCOM anymore; it's out of your hands now.
Sark : [torturing Dumont] Had enough?
Dumont : What do you want? I'm busy!
Sark : Busy dying, you worn-out excuse for an old program.
Dumont : Yes, I'm old. Old enough to remember the MCP when he was just a chess program! He started small, and he'll end small!
Sark : Very funny, Dumont! Maybe I should keep you around, just make me laugh!
Sark : [Paces back and forth on the deck of his carrier as he addresses his new recruits] Greetings. The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the Game Grid. 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. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the warrior elite of the MCP. You will each receive an identity disc.
[Displays his own disc to the crowd]
Sark : 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. That will be all.
Blue Leader : This is Blue Leader to Blue Bikes. Run these guys into your jet walls.
Blue Bike #1 : Copy Blue Leader.
Blue Bike #2 : Copy Blue Leader.
Tron : This is Gold-1 to Gold-2 and 3. Split up. Take them one-on-one.
Blue Leader : Watch it! Watch it!
Blue Bike #1 : [Tron corners him between a light wall and his own trail] Aah!
Blue Leader : Taking him into the maze.
Kevin Flynn : This is it. Come on. Gold-3 to Gold-2 and 1. I'm getting out of here right now, and you guys are invited.
Ram : Got it.
Tron : Ready?
Ram : Ready!
Tron : So long, suckers!
Kevin Flynn : Greetings, programs!
Announcer : Video game warriors escaping game grid. This is an illegal exit. You must return to game grid. Repeat! This is an illegal exit. You must return to the grid.
Ram : Gold-3 to Gold-2. Those demons are coming down.
Sark : Get them! Send out every game tank in the grid!
[knocks his lieutenant down]
Sark : Get them!
Sark : Bring in the logic probe!
Master Control Program : [a gigantic Sark is advancing on Tron] Your user can't help you now, my little program!
Master Control Program : I feel a presence. Another warrior is on the mesa.