Forbidden Planet

Cookie: Another one of them new worlds. No beer, no women, no pool parlors, nothin'. Nothin' to do but throw rocks at tin cans, and we gotta bring our own tin cans. Doc Ostrow: Monsters! Monsters from the id! Doc Ostrow: [while showing the captain a plaster cast of a monster foot print] Anywhere in the galaxy this is a nightmare. Chief Engineer Quinn: I'll bet any quantum mechanic in the service would give the rest of his life to fool around with this gadget.

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Commander Adams: No offence, but you are a robot... Robby: That is correct, sir.

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Commander Adams: Nice planet you have here. High oxygen content. Robby: I rarely use it myself, sir. It promotes rust.

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Doc Ostrow: The total potential here must be nothing less than astronomical. Dr. Morbius: Nothing less. The number 10 raised almost literally to the power of infinity.

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Altaira: But you keep helping me. After all, you're not Robby. Lt. Farman: [chuckles] I wouldn't mind being like Robby in certain ways. Uh, that's only in certain ways, of course. Altaira: I can see that was probably very clever, but I don't seem to understand it.

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Altaira: Where have you been? I've beamed and beamed. Robby: Sorry, miss. I was giving myself an oil-job. Altaira: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away. Robby: Again? Altaira: Oh, but this one must be different! Absolutely nothing must show — below, above or through. Robby: Radiation-proof? Altaira: No, just eye-proof will do. Robby: Thick and heavy? Altaira: Oh, no, no, it’s got to be the softest, loveliest thing you’ve ever made for me, and fit in all the right places, with lots and lots of star sapphires. Robby: Star sapphires take a week to crystallise properly, would diamonds or emeralds do? Altaira: Well, if they’re large enough.

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