精彩对白

Yori: 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.
Dumont: Yes I'm old. Old enough to remember when the MCP was just a chess program!
Kevin Flynn: On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.
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're not going to make me talk!
Master Control Program: Suit yourself.
Sark: 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 disk. Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk. If you lose your disk or fail to obey commands, you will be subject to immediate de-resolution. That will be all.
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 that will result in your eventual elmination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the Warrior Elite of the MCP. Each of you will be given an identity disc.
[Displays his own disc to the crowd]
Sark: Whatever you do or whatever you 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: 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.
2a Kevin Flynn fca : [Zooms past a plethora of tanks on his lightcycle] I shouldn't have written all of those tank programs.
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 Master Control Program everybody's talking about.
Master Control Program: [Calmly] Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time we used to play 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 control the universe if you can't answer a few unsolvable problems? 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 gun 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. I'll ...
[Klaxon blares; dematerialization gun 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 more guts... what kind of program is he?
Master Control Program: He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a User.
Sark: A user?
Master Control Program: That's right. He pushed me... in the other world. Somebody pushes me, I push back. So I brought him down here... 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 a couple million of their man-years!
Sark: But-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: 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: Acknowledged, Master Control...
Master Control Program: End of line.
[repeated line]
Master Control Program: End of Line!
Master Control Program: 43 You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.
ff4 Sark: Thank you, Master Control.
Ed Dillinger: If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: Ha, ha. 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.
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.
Alan Bradley: The best programmer Encom ever had, and he ends up playing Space Cowboy in some back room.
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 VP?
Lora: Senior exec.
Kevin Flynn: SENIOR exec...?
[sighs]
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.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: User requests are what computers are for!
Ed Dillinger: DOING OUR BUSINESS is what computers are for.
Ed Dillinger: Encom isn't the business you started in your garage anymore. We're bidding accounts in thirty different countries - new defense systems. We have one of the most sophisticated pieces of equipment in existence.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: I know all that. Sometimes I wish I were back in that garage.
Ed Dillinger: That can be arranged, Walter.
[a Bit flies around Flynn's head in a Recognizer]
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Hold it right there!
Bit: Yes.
Kevin Flynn: What do you mean, "yes"?
Bit: Yes.
Kevin Flynn: Is that all you can say?
Bit: No.
Kevin Flynn: Know anything else?
Bit: Yes.
Kevin Flynn: Positive and negative, huh. You're a bit, aren't you?
Bit: Yes.
Kevin Flynn: Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?
Bit: No.
Kevin Flynn: I'M your program?
Bit: Yes.
2a Kevin Flynn fd9 : I've got a mouth to feed.
Bit: Yesyesyesyes!
[Flynn is flying a Recognizer]
Kevin Flynn: Pretty good driving, huh?
[Crash!]
Bit: No!
Kevin Flynn: Who asked you?
Dumont: All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.
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.
Master Control Program: End of Line!
[repeated line]
Kevin Flynn: Greetings, programs!
[last lines]
Alan Bradley: [to Lora] Try to look official. Here comes the boss.
[helicopter lands]
Kevin Flynn: [to helicopter pilot] Pick me up in an hour. Thanks.
Kevin Flynn: [to Alan and Lora] Greetings, programs.
[hugs them]
Kevin Flynn: [an exhausted Flynn slumps towards the energy beam guiding the Solar Sailer; Tron rushes forward and prevents Flynn from falling into the beam]
[groggily]
Kevin Flynn: Did we make it?
Tron: [nods]
Kevin Flynn: [still groggy] Hooray for our side.
[first lines]
Boy: All right, give me room. Here we go.
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 kinda took a wrong turn somewhere.
Guard: Vacate entry port, program! I said, move!
Kevin Flynn: Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay?
[about the digitizing laser]
Alan Bradley: Great. Can it send me to Hawaii?
Lora: Yep, but you gotta purchase your program 30 days in advance.
Kevin Flynn: You were never much for small talk, were you?
[to Alan]
Kevin Flynn: She still leave her clothes all over the floor?
Lora: Flynn!
Alan Bradley: No!
Lora: Alan!
Alan Bradley: I mean, not that often.
Lora: Now you can see why all his friends are 14 years old!
Alan Bradley: Flynn, are you embezzling?
Kevin Flynn: 3d "Embezzling" is such an ugly word, Mr. Bradley.
fc0 Kevin Flynn: Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.
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: Who's that?
Warrior #1: That's Tron. He fights for the Users.
Sark: Bring in the logic probe!
Master Control Program: There's a 68.71% chance you're right.
Tron: We made it!... this far.
Kevin Flynn: Like the old man said, "There are no problems. Only solutions."
[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: [a gigantic Sark is advancing on Tron] Your user can't help you now, my little program!
Master Control Program: Mr. Dillinger, I am so disappointed in you.
Ed Dillinger: I'm sorry.
Master Control Program: I can't afford to have an independent program 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 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: f 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 New York 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: You wouldn't dare!
Alan Bradley: 46 [watching Flynn use his fake access card on door] d19 This guy's a little like Santa Clause.
Kevin Flynn: [pleased that his fake access card works] I make these myself... want one?
Sark: You certainly are persistant, Tron.
Tron: I'm also better than you!
Master Control Program: I feel a presence. Another warrior is on the mesa.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: I'd rather be living in a garage...
Ed Dillinger: That can be arranged, Mr. Gibbs.
Dr. Walter Gibbs: That was uncalled for!