Tron quotes

View Quote Yori: I knew you'd escape - they haven't built a circuit that could hold you!

View Quote [A Bit flies around Flynn's head in the stolen Recognizer.]
Flynn: Hey! Hold it right there!
Bit: Yes.
Flynn: What do you mean, "yes"?
Bit: Yes.
Flynn: Is that all you can say?
Bit: No.
Flynn: Know anything else?
Bit: Yes.
Flynn: Positive and negative, huh? You're a Bit, aren't you?
Bit: Yes.
Flynn: Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?
Bit: No.
Flynn: I'm your program?
Bit: Yes.
Flynn: Another mouth to feed...
Bit: Yesyesyesyesyes!

View Quote [Alan is watching Flynn use his fake access card on a door]
Alan: This guy's a little like Santa Claus.
Flynn: I make these myself. Want one?

View Quote [An exhausted Flynn slumps toward the energy beam guiding the Solar Sailer. Tron rushes forward and prevents Flynn from falling into the beam.]
Flynn: [groggily] Did we make it? [Tron nods affirmatively] Hooray for our side.

View Quote [Crom is struggling to climb back up onto his platform]
Sark: Finish the game!
Flynn: NO!
Sark: Kill him!
Flynn: No! [drops the ball]
Sark: You'll regret this.
[Flynn grins up at Sark for a moment. Sark presses a button that deletes Crom's platform, sending him falling to his death as Flynn looks on in horror. Sark begins to move for the button controlling Flynn's platform]
Master Control Program: [faintly, in Sark's memory] 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]

View Quote [Crom is upset about being sent to the Game Grid by the MCP]
Crom: It's murder out there. You can't even travel around your own microcircuits without permission from Master Control Program. I mean, sending me down here to play games! Who does he calculate that he is?

View Quote [Flynn drives past several tanks in his lightcycle.]
Flynn: I shouldn't have written all those tank programs...

View Quote [Flynn flies a damaged Recognizer.]
Flynn: [to Bit] Pretty good driving, huh -- Whoa!
[The Recognizer suddenly falls down a steep slope and crashes into the ground, throwing Flynn off his feet.]
Bit: No!
Flynn: Who asked you?

View Quote [Flynn, Ram and Tron have found a safe place to hide from Sark's forces.]
Flynn: Oh, man! On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy. [Tron and Ram look confusedly at Flynn, then at each other] They must have gone right past us.
Tron: [to Ram] We made it. [pauses] This far.

View Quote [Keyboard clacks as Flynn attempts to gain access to the system. Hovever he is stopped by the Master Control Program]
Master Control Program: You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.
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 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.
Master Control Program: 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.
[The MCP turns on digitization laser behind Flynn, getting ready to digitize him.]
Master Control Program: [threateningly] I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.
Kevin: 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.
Guard: 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]

View Quote [Lora and Dr. Gibbs are preparing to digitize an orange]
Lora: Well, here goes nothing.
Dr. Gibbs: Yes. Interesting! Interesting! Did you hear what you just said? "Here goes nothing."
Lora: Well, what I meant was...
Dr. Gibbs: Actually, what we plan to do is to turn something into nothing, and then back again. They might just as well have said "Here goes something; here comes nothing!"
Lora: Right.

View Quote [Sark paces back and forth on the deck of his carrier as he addresses his new recruits.]
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 disc. [displays a disc to the crowd] 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.

View Quote [Sark speaks with the Master Control Program after Tron, Flynn and Yori escape aboard the Solar Sailer.]
Master Control Program: 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: [in pain, arms glowing as before] We did take care of that User you sent us...
Master Control Program: 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.
Master Control Program: You've almost reached your decision gate, and I cannot spare you any more time. End of Line. [releases Sark]

View Quote [Tron defeats Sark on the mesa. The MCP turns suddenly to look at the fallen Sark.]
Master Control Program: [desperately] 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]

View Quote [Tron has requested access to the I/O tower.]
Dumont: [closes his eyes] All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible. [to Tron] You may pass, my friend.