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Flynn: Okay, Clu, tonight we check everything in the right-hand column. [cut to digital maze] Come on, come on. Where are you? [A tank appears] There you are. Clu? Clu: Yes, sir? Flynn: Clu, we don't have much time left to find that file. This is top priority. Clu: Yes, sir. I know, sir. Flynn: This isn't just correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem again. This is a must. Clu: I understand, sir. Flynn: Now, I wrote you. Clu: Yes, sir. Flynn: I taught you everything I know about the system. Clu: Thank you, sir, but I'm not sure... Flynn: No buts, Clu. That's for Users. Now, you're the best Program that's ever been written. You're dogged and relentless, remember? Clu: Let me at 'em! Flynn: That's the spirit. Now keep that tank rolling, and I'll try and cover you from this end. Go.

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Memory Guard: Got a pirate Program here. Says his name is Clu. Master Control Program: What did he pull? Memory Guard: He came into the system with a stolen password. And we caught him trying to raid our High Clearance Memory. Clu: No! I must've gotten in there by mistake! I was... Master Control Program: Who programmed you? Clu: I was simply...! [Clu is thrown into the air, lands on a derezzing device and screams in pain] Master Control Program: You're in trouble, Program. Make it easy on yourself. Who's your User? Clu: [in pain] Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk. Master Control Program: Suit yourself. [derezzes a screaming Clu] Get me Dillinger!

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Master Control Program: 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? Master Control Program: It's your friend, the boy detective. He's nosing around again. Dillinger: Flynn? Master Control Program: Yes. It felt like Flynn. Dillinger: He's still looking for that old file. Can't you just appropriate it? Master Control Program: I have. I put in my memory which he hasn't located. Dillinger: But he might find it. Master Control Program: I'm afraid so. I've spotted him this time and kept him out, but he's getting trickier all the time.

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Dillinger: I think we should shut down all access until we find that Flynn, just to be safe. Master Control Program: There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right. Dillinger: Cute. Master Control Program: End of Line.

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Crom: Look. This... is all a mistake. I'm just a compound interest program. I work at a savings and loan! I can't play in these video games! Guard: Sure you can, pal. You look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one. Crom: Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run to check on T-bill rates, I get out of breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my User, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager. Guard: Great. Another religious nut. [pushes Crom into the holding cell] Ram: I'd say "Welcome Friend". But not here. Not like this. Crom: I don't even know what I'm doing here. Ram: Do you believe in the Users? Crom: Sure I do. If I don't have a User, then who wrote me? Ram: That's what you're doing down here.

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Master Control Program: You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic. Sark: Thank you, Master Control. Master Control Program: 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? Master Control Program: The Strategic Air Command. Sark: Nice.

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