Alan Bradley: [about the digitizing laser] Great. Can it send me to Hawaii?
Lora: Yep, but you gotta purchase your program 30 days in advance. How's it going upstairs?
Alan Bradley: Frustrating. I had Tron almost ready, when Dillinger cut everyone with Group-7 access out of the system. I tell you ever since he got that Master Control Program, the system's got more bugs than a bait store.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: [laughs] You've got to expect some static. After all, computers are just machines; they can't think.
Alan Bradley: Some programs will be thinking soon.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Won't that be grand? Computers and the programs will start thinking and the people will stop.
[a Bit flies around Flynn's head in a Recognizer]
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Hold it right there!
Kevin Flynn: What do you mean, "yes"?
Kevin Flynn: Is that all you can say?
Kevin Flynn: Know anything else?
Kevin Flynn: Positive and negative, huh? You're a Bit.
Kevin Flynn: Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?
Kevin Flynn: *I'm* your program?
Kevin Flynn: Another mouth to feed.
Sark: There's nothing special about you. You're just an ordinary program.
Kevin Flynn: So are you, one that should have been erased.
[Flynn is flying a Recognizer]
Kevin Flynn: Pretty good driving, huh?
Kevin Flynn: Who asked you?
Kevin Flynn: On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.
Alan Bradley: You invented Space Paranoids?
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's *he's* invented. The slime didn't even change the names, man! He gets a big, fat promotion. And thus begins his meteoric rise to... what is he now, Executive V.P.?
Lora: Senior exec.
Kevin Flynn: *Senior* exec...?
Kevin Flynn: Meanwhile, the kids are putting eight million quarters *a week* into Paranoids machines. I don't see a dime except what I squeeze out of here.
Alan Bradley: I still don't understand why you want to break into the system.
Kevin Flynn: *Because*, man, *somewhere* in one of these memories is the *evidence*! If I got in far enough, I could reconstruct it!
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.
Dumont: All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.
[Flynn has just arrived in the electronic world]
Kevin Flynn: Oh, man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.
Guard: Vacate entry port, program! I said, move out!
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay?
Yori: [to Tron] I knew you'd escape! They haven't built a circuit that could hold you!
Crom: Look. This... is all a mistake. I'm just a compound interest program. I work at a savings and loan! I can't play these video games!
Guard: Sure you can, pal. Look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one.
Crom: Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run out to check on T-bill rates, I get outta breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my user, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager.
Guard: Great. Another religious nut.
[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: You're in trouble, program. Why don't you make it easy on yourself? Who's your user?
CLU: Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk!
Master Control Program: Suit yourself.
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!
Master Control Program: Hello, Mr. Dillinger. Thanks for coming back early.
Ed Dillinger: No problem, Master C. If you've seen one consumer electronics show, you've seen them all.
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.
Kevin Flynn: Alan?
Tron: Where did you hear that name?
Kevin Flynn: Well that's your name, isn't it?
Tron: The name of my User. How did you know?
Kevin Flynn: I'm a program from a User that knows Alan.
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.
Yori: What good will that do?
Kevin Flynn: I'm gonna jump! It's the only way to help Tron!
Yori: Don't! You'll be de-rezzed!
Kevin Flynn: Don't worry.
Kevin Flynn: Clu, we don't have much time to find that file. This is top priority.
Clu: Yes, sir. I know, sir,
Kevin Flynn: This just isn't correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem, okay - this is a must.
Clu: I understand, sir.
Kevin Flynn: Come on, you scuzzy data, be in there. Come on.
Ram: You really think the Users are still there?
Tron: They better be. I don't wanna bust out of here and find nothing but a lot of cold circuits waiting for me.
Master Control Program: You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.
Sark: Thank you, Master Control.
Alan Bradley: [about Flynn] The best programmer ENCOM ever saw, and he winds up playing space cowboy in some backroom.
Alan Bradley: [to Lora] Try to look official. Here comes the boss.
Kevin Flynn: [to helicopter pilot] Pick me up in an hour. Thanks.
Kevin Flynn: [to Alan and Lora] Greetings, programs.
Kevin Flynn: It's time I leveled with you. I'm what you guys call a User.
Yori: You're a User?
Kevin Flynn: I took a wrong turn somewhere.
Tron: If you are a User, then everything you've done has been according to a plan.
Kevin Flynn: Ha! You wish! Well, you know what it was like. You just keep doin' what it looks like what you're supposed to be doin', no matter how crazy it seems.
Tron: Well, that's the way it is for programs, yes.
Kevin Flynn: I hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time, that's the way it is for Users too.
Tron: Stranger and stranger.
Kevin Flynn: You were never much for small talk, were you?
Kevin Flynn: She still leave her clothes all over the floor?
Alan Bradley: No!
Alan Bradley: I mean, not that often.
Lora: Now you can see why all his friends are 14 years old!
Kevin Flynn: Touche, touche.
[Crom is upset about being sent to the Game Grid by the MCP]
Crom: I mean, sending me down here to play games! Who does he calculate he is?
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.
Tron: [to Dumont] 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.
Kevin Flynn: [Zooms past a plethora of tanks on his lightcycle] I shouldn't have written all of those tank programs.
Man At Flynn's: Hey Flynn, how'd you do it?
Kevin Flynn: It's all in the wrists.
Ram: [about Flynn] The new guy was asking about you.
Tron: It's too bad he's in a match now. I'll probably never meet him.
Ram: You might. There's something different about him.
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: 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!
Ram: My friends, my fellow conscripts, we have scored. I feel so much better.
Tron: This is the key to a new order. This code disk means freedom.
Yori: [about Flynn] That is a User, Dumont. He came here to help us. Tron believed in him.
Dumont: If the Users can no longer help us, we're lost.
Lora: You know, Flynn has been thinking of breaking into the system ever since Dillinger canned him. And he had Group 7 access.
Alan Bradley: [sour] Flynn had access to you too.
Boy in Video Game Arcade: All right, give me room. Here we go.
[an exhausted Flynn slumps towards the energy beam guiding the Solar Sailor; Tron rushes forward and prevents Flynn from falling into the beam]
Kevin Flynn: [groggily] Did we make it?
Tron: [nods] Yeah.
Kevin Flynn: [still groggy] Hooray for our side.
Alan Bradley: Flynn, are you embezzling?
Kevin Flynn: "Embezzling" is such an ugly word, Mr. Bradley.
Ram: I'd say welcome, friend. But not here. Not like this.
Crom: I don't even know what I'm doing here.
Ram: Do you believe in the Users?
Crom: Sure I do! If I didn't have a User, than who wrote me?
Ram: That's what you're doing down here.
Kevin Flynn: Like the man says, there's no problems, only solutions.
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.
Kevin Flynn: Look... just so I can tell my friends what this dream is about, okay? Where am I?
Ram: You're a... guest of the Master Control Program.
Kevin Flynn: Oh, great.
Ram: They're going to make you play video games.
Kevin Flynn: No sweat. I play video games better than anybody.
Kevin Flynn: [Lora is going to leave Flynn alone in the laser lab] You are going to stick with me, right?
Lora: What for? You're the one who never needed help, remember?
Kevin Flynn: Come on, I'm - I'm scared of the dark. All this technology scares me.
Ed Dillinger: We've had to shut down all Group 7 personnel, just briefly security. Someone with that access has been tampering.
Alan Bradley: I hope you don't think it's me. I don't even balance my checkbook on downtime. I have an abacus at home for that.
Kevin Flynn: [frustrated] Damn recognizer. Just go straight! I gotta get to that I/O tower.
Kevin Flynn: Hey Ram, what were you, you know, before?
Ram: I was an actuarial program. Worked for a big insurance company. It really gives you a great feeling helping folks plan for their future needs. Of course, if you take the payments as an annuity over the years, the cost is really quite minimal.
Kevin Flynn: Okay, Clu, tonight we check everything in ENCOM.
[cut to digital maze]
Kevin Flynn: Come on, come on. Where are you?
[a tank appears]
Kevin Flynn: There you are. Clu?
CLU: Yes, sir?
Kevin Flynn: Clu, we don't have much time left to find that file. This is top priority.
CLU: Yes, sir. I know, sir.
Kevin Flynn: This isn't just correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem again. This is a must.
CLU: I understand, sir.
Kevin Flynn: Now, I wrote you.
CLU: Yes, sir.
Kevin Flynn: I taught you everything I know about the system.
CLU: Thank you sir, but I'm not sure...
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?
CLU: Let me at 'em!
Kevin Flynn: That's the spirit. Now keep that tank rolling, and I'll try and cover you from this end. Go.