Felton Perry: Johnson

RoboCop

Johnson

[Morton and Johnson head to the elevator after the boardroom meeting]
Bob Morton: Yes! Now that's how it's done in the big leagues, Johnson. You see an opening, you GO for it!
[both walk into the elevator]
Johnson: You better watch your back, Bob. Jones is gonna come looking for you.
Bob Morton: Oh, fuck Jones. He fumbled the ball and I was there to pick it up.
Johnson: Too bad about Kinney, huh?
Bob Morton: That's life in the big city.
Johnson: [about RoboCop project] When do we start?
Bob Morton: As soon as some poor schmuck volunteers.

Bob Morton: How does he eat?
Roosevelt: His digestive system is extremely simple. This processor dispenses a rudimentary paste that sustains his organic systems.
Johnson: [Roosevelt dispenses the paste into a cup and hands it to Johnson] Tastes like baby food.
Bob Morton: Knock yourself out.

[RoboCop's debut is shown from his POV. At first he is covered with a tarp]
Bob Morton: We get the best of both worlds. The fastest reflexes possible today, computer-assisted memory, and a lifetime of on-the-street officer programming. It is my great pleasure to present to you... RoboCop.
[the attendees applaud and cheer. Bob motions for RoboCop to stand up and follow him]
Bob Morton: Come on, come on! That's for you! That's for you!
Johnson: Go, Robo!

Tyler: [while creating RoboCop] We were able to save the left arm.
Bob Morton: What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Now, lose the arm, okay?
Tyler: Jesus, Morton!
[snaps his finger at RoboCop]
Bob Morton: Can he understand what I'm saying?
Roosevelt: Doesn't matter. We're gonna blank his memory anyway.
Bob Morton: Well, I think we should lose the arm. Wha-what do you think, Johnson?
Johnson: Well, he signed a release form when he joined the force. He's legally dead. We can do pretty much what we want to him.
Bob Morton: Lose the arm.
Tyler: Shut him down. Prep him for surgery.
[looks down at RoboCop while his monitor vision shuts off]