Master Control Program quotes from Tron (1982)

Got a pirate Program here. Says his name is Clu.

What did he pull?

He came into the system with a stolen password. And we caught him trying to raid our High Clearance Memory.

No! I must've gotten in there by mistake! I was...

Who programmed you?

I was simply...! [Clu is thrown into the air, lands on a derezzing device and screams in pain]

You're in trouble, Program. Make it easy on yourself. Who's your User?

Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk.

Suit yourself. [derezzes a screaming Clu] Get me Dillinger!

Hello, Mr. Dillinger. Thank you for coming back early.

Dillinger

No problem, Master C. If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all. What's up?

It's your friend, the boy detective. He's nosing around again.

Dillinger

Flynn?

Yes. It felt like Flynn.

Dillinger

He's still looking for that old file. Can't you just appropriate it?

I have. I put in my memory which he hasn't located.

Dillinger

But he might find it.

I'm afraid so. I've spotted him this time and kept him out, but he's getting trickier all the time.

Dillinger

I think we should shut down all access until we find that Flynn, just to be safe.

There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right.

Dillinger

Cute.

End of Line.

You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.

Sark

Thank you, Master Control.

We've captured some military programs. I could arrange more lethal matches. Interested?

Sark

Sure. I'd love to go up against one of those guys. Make a nice break from those accounting cream puffs you keep sending me. What branch of the service?

The Strategic Air Command.

Sark

Nice.

Mr. Dillinger, I am so very disappointed in you!

Dillinger

I'm sorry.

I can't afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me. Do you realize how many outside systems I've gotten into? How many programs I've appropriated?

Dillinger

It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much.

I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.

Dillinger

The Pentagon?

It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company. But now this is what I get for using humans.

Dillinger

Now, wait a minute, I wrote you!

I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.

Dillinger

What do you want with the Pentagon?

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.

Dillinger

If you think you're superior to us...

You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VDT at The Times, would you?

Dillinger

You wouldn't dare!

You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.

Flynn

Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.

Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time you used to spend playing chess together? [Flynn types in an access request] That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn. I'm afraid you... [sounding distressed] Stop! Please! You realize I can't allow this!

Flynn

Now, how are you gonna run the universe if you can't even answer a few unsolvable problems? Huh? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.

I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of.

Flynn

You know, you don't look a thing like your pictures.

I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.

Games? You want games? I'll give you games– [a klaxon blares, and the laser fires at Flynn, slowly decomposing him and digitizing him into the computer, and he appears in a holding area. He looks around, bewildered.] ...Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.

Vacate entry port, program! [after Flynn stands there looking confused] I said, move! [jabs Flynn with an energy staff]

Flynn

Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay? [gets jabbed again]

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, then blow him away.

Sark

You got it. I've been hoping you'd send me somebody with a little bit of guts. What kind of Program is he?

He's not any kind of Program, Sark. He's a User.

Sark

A User?

That's right. He pushed me in the real world. Someone pushes me, I push back, so I brought him down here. [brief pause] What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.

Sark

Well, I... it's just... a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you!

No one User wrote me. I'm worth millions of their man-years.

Sark

But what if I can't—

You'd rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?

Sark

Wait! I need that!

Then pull yourself together! Get this clown trained! I want him in the games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.

Sark

Acknowledged, Master Control...

End of Line. [restores Sark]

Sark

Finish the game!

Flynn

NO!

Sark

Kill him!

Flynn

No! [drops the ball]

Sark

You'll regret this.

I want him in the games until he dies playing.
[Sark presses a different button, restoring Flynn's platform and allowing him to be led out of the arena]

Commander, you've enjoyed all the power you've been given, haven't you? I wonder how you'll take to working in a pocket calculator.

Sark

We did take care of that User you sent us...

With incompetence here, and now you've got two renegade programs flying all over the system in a stolen simulation.

Sark

We'll get them. It's only a matter of time.

You've almost reached your decision gate, and I cannot spare you any more time. End of Line. [releases Sark]

All Programs have a desire to be useful. But in moments, you will no longer seek communication with each other, or your superfluous Users. You will each be a part of me. And together, we will be complete.

Sark! All of my functions are now yours. Take them!
[Sark slowly gets up and grows to immense size, towering over Tron. Tron runs between his legs and throws his disk at the MCP's core. A shield appears in front of the core and blocks the disc; flinches] Sark! [Tron throws his disc two more times at the MCP, with each attack being blocked by the shield again; flinching again] Sark! [Sark approaches Tron from behind. Tron turns around to look up at him] Your User can't help you now, my little program!
[Tron throws his disc at Sark, who easily blocks it with his hand]