Colonel Trautman: I don't think you understand. I didn't come to rescue Rambo from you. I came to rescue you from Rambo. (00:45:25)
Daphne Castle: The whole world knows that you are a man of enormous discretion.
Clark: I dunno what the hell's in there, but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is.
Carol Anne Freeling: They're here.
Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die.
Cindy: Beautiful day outside, isn't it? Nothing like good old southern California for lots of sunshine.
Carla Moran: I was raped.
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.
Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Paul Gallier: Long ago, our ancestors sacrificed their children to the leopards. The souls of the children grew inside the leopards, until the leopards became human. We were gods then.
Paul Gallier: We are a incestuous race. We can only make love with our own, otherwise we transform. And before we can become human again, we must kill.
Paul Gallier: Welcome home.
Kahea: I am the plumed serpent, I fly, and I crawl... I have fallen, but I shall rise again.
Maj. Gant: But you want me to fly?
Buckholz: Yes, we want you to fly. We want you to fly the greatest warplane ever built.
Myra Bruhl: Well, have you thought about collaboration?
Sidney Bruhl: I don't want any help in killing Clifford Anderson. I want to strike the blow myself.
Detective Germani: We have eliminated the impossible. Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Peter Stegman: I am the future.
Patricia Montelli: They're mine. My panties.
Sonny Montelli: I took them from the laundry.
