Bob Morton Quotes in RoboCop (1987)


Bob Morton Quotes:

  • Bob Morton: What are your Prime Directives?

    RoboCop: Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.

  • Bob Morton: What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with this, you got another thing... Ahh!

    [Clarence Boddicker shoots Morton in the leg. Morton falls]

    Bob Morton: Goddammit!

    [Clarence fires three more times, shooting Morton in both legs]

    Bob Morton: [whimpers] Stop! I'll give you anything you want! Just please, please don't kill me, all right?

    [Clarence pops in a CD and the sneering face of Dick Jones appears onscreen]

    Dick Jones: Hello, buddy boy. Dick Jones here. I guess you're on your knees right about now, begging for your life. Pathetic. You don't feel so cocky now, do ya, Bob?

    Bob Morton: Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it right now.

    Dick Jones: You know what the tragedy is here, Bob? We could have been friends...

    [Clarence pulls out a grenade with a pin in it]

    Dick Jones: ...but you wouldn't go through proper channels.

    [Bob shakes his head "no."]

    Dick Jones: You went over my head. That hurt...

    [Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]

    Dick Jones: ...but life goes on, it's an old story, the fight for love and glory, huh, Bob? It helps if you think of it as a game, Bob. Every game has a winner and a loser.

    [Clarence confidently walks out. Morton desperately crawls toward the grenade, bleeding profusely from his legs]

    Dick Jones: I'm cashing you out, Bob.

    [last thing we see is Morton failing to get a firm grip on the rolling grenade and Jones' smiling face just before the house explodes]

  • [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.

  • [ED-209 has malfunctioned and killed Mr. Kinney in a demonstration]

    Bob Morton: Somebody wanna call a *goddamn* paramedic? Let's go, Johnson!

    Johnson: [frantic] You pull the plug on this thing!

    [picks up phone and yells back to others]

    Johnson: All right, look, don't touch 'em. Don't *touch* 'em!

  • 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.

  • Bob Morton: Hey, he's old, we're young, and that's life.

  • Dick Jones: [in the executive bathroom] Congratulations, Bob.

    Bob Morton: Thanks.

    Dick Jones: I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names - Iron Butt, Boner... once I even called him... Asshole - but there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn, and you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five years... Who cares if it worked or not?

    Bob Morton: The old man thought it was pretty important... Dick.

    Dick Jones: You know, he's a sweet old man, and he means well, but he's not gonna live forever and I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob? You just, uh...

    Dick Jones: [grabbing Morton's hair] ... fucked with the wrong guy.

    Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand from his hair] You're out of your fuckin' mind!

    Dick Jones: You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.

  • Officer Lewis: I asked him his name. He didn't know.

    Bob Morton: Oh, great. Let me make it real clear to you. He doesn't have a name. He's got a program. He's product. Is that clear?

  • Johnson: Don't mess with Jones, man. He'll make sushi out of you.

    Kinney: Yeah, you better be careful. Man, I hear Jones is a real shark.

    Bob Morton: [turns to Kinney] Who asked you, twerp?

  • 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]

  • Bob Morton: Let's get out of here. Listen, Reed.

    Sgt. Reed: Yeah.

    Bob Morton: Try and keep one thing in mind. This project doesn't concern cops. It's classified. It's OCP. Got it, mister?

    Sgt. Reed: Yeah, I got it.

  • Roosevelt: The entire outer skin will be like this.

    Tyler: It's titanium, laminated with kevlar.

    Roosevelt: Go ahead. Shake his hand.

    [the robotic arm extends to shake Morton's hand]

    Bob Morton: Come here often? How you doin'?

    Bob Morton: [cringes as the robot hand grips his hand hard] Ow! God! He's got a helluva grip!

    Tyler: It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.

    Roosevelt: All right, attach it to his shoulder.

    Bob Morton: [as the robotic arm wheels out] I like that.

    Bob Morton: [Looks right into RoboCop's point of view] You are gonna be a bad motherfucker!

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