Clarence Boddicker Quotes in RoboCop (1987)

Clarence Boddicker: Bitches, leave!

Clarence Boddicker: Can you fly, Bobby?

Sal: Okay, let me, uh, try to put this in perspective. You killed a bunch of cops. Word around is that you've got a lot of heavy connections downtown. You make a lot of MY friends nervous. A lot of people... would love to see a guy like me... put a guy like you out of business.

Clarence Boddicker: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not making myself clear. I don't want to fuck with you, Sal, but I got the connections. I got the sales organization. I got the muscle to shove enough of this factory so far up your stupid wop ass that you'll shit snow for a year.

Sal: Frankie, blow this cocksucker's head off.

[both Clarence's and Sal's henchmen draw their guns]

Clarence Boddicker: Oooh. Guns, guns, guns! C'mon, Sal! The Tigers are playing...

[slaps the table]

Clarence Boddicker: ...tonight. I never miss a game.

Sal: [grinning] Just kidding.

[signals his henchmen to put their guns away]

RoboCop: Clarence Boddicker, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.

Clarence Boddicker: [spits blood in Robo's face] Fuck you.

[RoboCop sends him flying through a window]

Clarence Boddicker: Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute! I'm protected, man. I've got protection.

RoboCop: You have the right to an attorney.

Clarence Boddicker: What is this shiiiit.

[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]

Clarence Boddicker: Goddammit! Godammit! Listen to me! Listen to me, you fuck! There's another guy. He's, uh, he's OCP. He's a senior president.

RoboCop: Anything you say may be used against you.

Clarence Boddicker: It's Dick Jonessssss...

[RoboCop sends him flying through another window]

Clarence Boddicker: You cocksucker! I work for Dick Jones! Dick Jones! He's the Number Two Guy at OCP. OCP runs the cops.

[RoboCop grabs his throat]

Clarence Boddicker: You're a cop. Cop!

[RoboCop's program intervenes to prevent him from killing Clarence in cold blood. He releases Clarence from his grasp]

RoboCop: Yes, I am a cop.

Clarence Boddicker: Okay. I give up.

RoboCop: I'm not arresting you anymore.

[as RoboCop steadily advances, taking aim on Clarence, Clarence's nervous chuckles slowly turn to near panic as he realizes that Robocop truly means to kill him]

Clarence Boddicker: H-hey, now wait a second. Now, wait a minute. You're taking this kind of personal, aren't ya? Come on, man. Come on, now. You're making me nervous. Come on, you can't do this! Come on, now! Don't mess around! Hey! Hey! Come on, man. Now, don't get cute!

Clarence Boddicker: [stabs RoboCop in the chest with metal rod] Sayonara, RoboCop!

[RoboCop stabs him in the throat; Clarence screams in pain as he staggers away and collapses]

Clarence Boddicker: Hey, Dickey boy. How's tricks?

Dick Jones: That *thing* is still alive.

Clarence Boddicker: I don't know what you're talking about.

Dick Jones: The police officer who arrested you, the one you spilled your guts to.

Clarence Boddicker: [gets up close to Jones' face] Hey... take a look at my face, *Dick*! He was trying to kill me.

Dick Jones: He's a cyborg, you idiot! He recorded every word you said. His memory's admissible as evidence! You *involved* me! You're gonna have to kill it.

Clarence Boddicker: Well, listen, chief... your company built the fucking thing! Now I gotta deal with it? I don't have time for this bullshit!

[Clarence starts heading out the doors but Dick recaptures his interest]

Dick Jones: Suit yourself, Clarence... but Delta City begins construction in two months. That's two million workers living in trailers. That means drugs, gambling, prostitution - virgin territory for the man who knows how to open up new markets. One man could control it all, Clarence.

Clarence Boddicker: Well, I guess we're gonna be friends after all... *Richard*.

Dick Jones: [tosses RoboCop's tracking device to Clarence] Destroy it.

Clarence Boddicker: Gonna need some major firepower. You got access to military weaponry?

Dick Jones: We practically are the military.

Clarence Boddicker: Listen, I'm here to see Dick Jones, but when I'm done, I've got some free time. Maybe you could, um... fit me in.

[while Murphy arrests Emil, his gang gets the drop on Murphy]

Leon Nash: Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?

[Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun]

Emil: Your ass is mine.

Clarence Boddicker: [coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here?

[takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]

Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself.

[strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground]

Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?

[hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt]

Joe Cox: [coming in] Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out.

[laughs]

Clarence Boddicker: [to Murphy] I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?

Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.

[gang laughs]

Clarence Boddicker: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.

[Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics]

Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours.

[the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump]

Emil: All right, all right. Look out.

Steve Minh: Turn around, man.

Joe Cox: Pretty boy. Hey, over here.

[Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off]

Murphy: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... OW! Oh! Oh! OW! OUUUUUUUUUU...

[the gleeful gang shoots Murphy firing-squad style till... ]

Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo.

Emil: Me, too.

Joe Cox: [to a mangled Murphy, in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt?

[laughs]

Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over.

[shoots Murphy in the head]

Clarence Boddicker: Okay, let's get out of here.

Joe Cox: [to Murphy] Good night, sweet prince.

Clarence Boddicker: Hey, Emil! How's the Gray Bar Motel?

Emil: Not bad.

[shows his prison uniform]

Emil: They let me keep the shirt. Nobody popped my cherry!

Leon Nash: Emil, how ya doin', man? Good to see ya!

Joe Cox: [Joe pulls up in a stolen car] Hey, hey! First they let me out of jail for free, then what do I find in the prison parking lot but a brand new 6000 SUX. Still got the factory sticker on it!

Leon Nash: Hey, Clarence! Joey's got a car just like yours, man!

Joe Cox: Yo, Clarence, what do you think, buddy?

Joe Cox: [seeing Clarence take out a Cobra Assault cannon] What do you got there, Clarence, huh? Whoa! A new toy! Can I play?

Clarence Boddicker: Huh? Watch this...

[Clarence aims the assault cannon at Joe's 6000 SUX]

Joe Cox: Wait... wait a minute, Clarence! Clarence!

[BOOM, the car explodes into flames]

Joe Cox: Ah, shit! Fuck!

Clarence Boddicker: Nice car, Joe!

[Clarence makes a kissy kissy face]

Joe Cox: Fuck you, Clarance.

Emil: Lemme try that!

Clarence Boddicker: Clarence Boddicker: Cobra Assault Cannon - state of the art bang - bang!

[Emil takes the launcher from Clarence and blows up a store with it]

Emil: [shouts] I LIKE it!

Joe Cox: [trying to take the launcher from Emil] Give it up, faggot little man!

Emil: No, butthole! Get your own!

Clarence Boddicker: Come on!

[Clarence allows Joe the cannon while Emil fetches another from the car, and both have fun blowing up random things]

Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha HAA ha-ha HA! The wreckin' crew is here! Where IS that metallic mother...

Clarence Boddicker: Zip it up, will you, man? Nothing fancy. Just kill him!

Clarence Boddicker: Bye-bye, baby.

Clarence Boddicker: I don't think I want to pay that, Sal.

Sal: I don't give a shit what you want to pay. I set the prices here.

Clarence Boddicker: Listen, pal, maybe you haven't heard. I'm the guy in Old Detroit. You want space in my marketplace... you're gonna have to give me a volume discount.

Sal: Not into... discounts.

Clarence Boddicker: Think about it, chum. Good business is where you find it.

Clarence Boddicker: Shit! I don't believe it!

Bobby: What?

Clarence Boddicker: You... you burnt the fucking money!

Bobby: I had to blow the door! What do you want?

Clarence Boddicker: It's as good as marked, you asshole. You stupid, stupid asshole!

Clarence Boddicker: [using the GPS map to find RoboCop] He's at the steel mill. Let's go.

Leon Nash: [yelling to Emil and Joe] All right, cut the horseshit! We're moving out.

Clarence Boddicker: Come on, Emil. Get your ass in the van!

Emil: Come on, lard-ass, let's move it!

Joe Cox: I'll get you, faggot, haha-ha!

Clarence Boddicker: You can keep the gum.

Emil: What are you, crazy, man?

Clarence Boddicker: Shut the fuck up and do it! Just do it!