Robby Quotes in Patriot Games (1992)

Robby: Attention to orders. I have a presentation to make. For service above and beyond the call of duty of a tourist, or even a Marine, we recognize Professor John Patrick Ryan, with the Order of the Purple Target.

[he hangs a medal around Jack's neck in the shape of a bulls-eye, with the words "SHOOT ME" on it]

Robby: And hope that he will duck next time, lest he become part of history, rather than a teacher of it.

Robby: So, you just waded on in like John Wayne. Why'd you do it? What were you thinking, man?

Jack Ryan: I don't know. I wasn't thinking.

Robby: That's it? You sound like some of my students.

Jack Ryan: It just pissed me off. I couldn't just stand there and watch him shoot those people right in front of me. It was... rage. Pure rage... Just made me mad.

Robby: Here's hoping you never get mad at me, man.

[Robby the Robot has been asked to duplicate whiskey]

Robby: Would 60 gallons be sufficient?

Robby: Morbius. Morbius!

Dr. Edward Morbius: What?

Robby: Something is approaching from the southwest. It is now quite close.

[they run to the windows and look out, but see nothing]

Commander John J. Adams: Could Robby be wrong?

Dr. Edward Morbius: No. Never.

[an invisible force rips down the trees; Morbius closes the steel shutters over the windows]

Dr. Edward Morbius: I feel sorry for you, young man.

Commander John J. Adams: Feel sorry for your daughter, Morbius.

Altaira: It's listening.

[the monster pounds on the steel shielding, denting it]

Dr. Edward Morbius: Alta, go into my study.

Commander John J. Adams: You still refuse to face the truth.

Dr. Edward Morbius: What truth?

Commander John J. Adams: Morbius, that thing out there - it's *you*.

Dr. Edward Morbius: You're insane. How else would you have led it here, where Alta must see you torn to pieces?

Commander John J. Adams: You still think she's immune? She's joined herself to me, body and soul!

Altaira: Yes, and whatever comes, forever.

Dr. Edward Morbius: Say it's a lie. Shout, let it hear you out there! Tell it you don't love this man!

Altaira: Not even if I could.

[the steel shielding begins to break]

Dr. Edward Morbius: Stop it, Robby! Don't let it in! Kill it, Robby!

[Robby shorts out]

Commander John J. Adams: It's no use. He knows it's your other self.

[steel shielding breaks; they run]

Altaira Morbius: Where have you been? I've beamed and beamed.

Robby: Sorry, miss. I was giving myself an oil-job.

Altaira Morbius: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away.

Robby: Again?

Altaira Morbius: Oh, but this one must be different! Absolutely nothing must show - below, above or through.

Robby: Radiation-proof?

Altaira Morbius: No, just eye-proof will do.

Robby: Thick and heavy?

Altaira Morbius: Oh, no, Robby. It must be the loveliest, softest 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 crystallize properly. Would diamonds or emeralds do?

Altaira Morbius: Well, if they're large enough.

Robby: Five, ten, and fifteen carats, and on hand. I will run the dress up for you in time for breakfast. Sleep well, miss.

Altaira Morbius: Thank you, Robby. I don't care now whether I do or not!

Robby: Quiet please. I am analyzing.

Dr. Edward Morbius: Do you understand the mechanism, Robby?

Robby: Yes, Morbius. A simple blaster.

Robby: So, what are you in for?

Jimmy Rainwood: You don't understand, I don't belong here.

Robby: Yeah, you're right! Nobody belongs in this shithole! Tough being a victim, huh?

Robby: If bullshit were poetry, you'd be Shakespeare.

Robby: [Robby's car sprays Joe with rocks] Oh, Dirt, did I getcha?

Joe Dirt: No, I'm cool.

Robby: No, you're not.

Robby: Def Leppard sucks!

Robby: You all right Dirt?

Joe Dirt: Yeah, I'm cool.

Robby: No you're not.

Robby: [Referring to Joe's Roadrunner] Least I know my car will blow his off the road!

Charlene the Gator Farmer: You really think you can match that slant 6 of yours against this 426 hemi? Huh? Well then let's do it little boy!

Clem: That's my girl!

Robby: Let's rock, Dirt-boy!

Joe Dirt: Let's go!

Robby: [Joe speeds off, leaving Robby in his dust] Damn.

Robby: [first words to the boy who just saved his life] Does your mother know you're going around with no pants?

Robby: You taught me how to swim, and I made you a pair of pants!

Timmie: Can you see around corners?

Robby: No, no, merely through walls.

[from trailer]

Robby: Who has sex for three hours?

Jay: We did!

Robby: That's the length of the movie "Lincoln". You did the full Lincoln.

Robby: Say, "You poop into my butt hole and I poop into your butt hole... back and forth... forever."

Robby: Ask her if she likes baloney.

Sylvie: You want to be a little bird and get a little worm? Just lie down and peep.

Robby: Peep, peep, peep.

Robby: Mom says we have a chore wheel.

Richard Swersey: What?

Peter Swersey: Nothing.

Robby: A chore wheel. You put chores on it and then you can spin it. There's this metal thing and it helps it to spin. It's spinning from the metal.

Ricky: Is it tight like an asshole...

Robby: Okay! Okay, google time.

Ricky: Robby!

Robby: No, no, no, no, no. Confused gay chat rooms or something. Seriously.

Robby: Marines are nuts. They kill people for fun.

Ricky: Anyway, I hear it's very, um... it's very complicated. You know, the... vaj... with all its various fluids flowing at different times. There's... theres the period, the wetness during sex, so, uh... okay, so like, I mean, does it start out wet, or-or do I have to get it wet? Well, wait, does SHE get it... wait... How's it get wet?

Robby: Are you fuckin' retarded right now?

Ricky: Robby! It's not easy for me to talk about these things. Just tell me.

Ricky: Only gay boys watch those girl shows.

Robby: Oh, yeah, 'cuz what straight guy would wanna watch hot sisters or best friends mess around with each other half naked and then makin' full-on porn tapes? That is... that is so gay.

Robby: Hey, I am knowledgeable in the arts of various sexual arenas.

Ricky: Oh, please. You thank God for "Glee" every day. You'd still think scissoring was a mixed martial arts tap-out hold.

Robby: How could I regret realizing I'm in love with the hottest girl in town, who just so happens to be my best friend?

Robby: Sometimes likin' someone isn't enough and you gotta break up. Kinda quickly. But it doesn't make me a bad guy.

Ricky: No, just a guy.

Robby: Okay, uh, what do you... What do you wanna know?

Ricky: Okay, so, you know the, um, the...

Robby: Dick?

Ricky: On a genetic girl!

Robby: Oh, the va-jay-jay.

Ricky: Oh, my God, you do not watch the Kardashians?

Robby: Loves it.

Ricky: Maybe if one thing leads to another...

Robby: Yeah.

Ricky: What's it like? I mean, like, okay, so... what would you, um... what-what would I... well, uh... what's one supposed to do?

Robby: Look, just try it, okay. Just-just-just get in there and-and let nature take over. I mean, you know even though you're a hot chick and everything, the other part of you has millions of years of DNA slammin' down on you, instinctively lettin' you know how and where to stick it and-and-and what the fuck to do with it and afterwards, you'll make your own assessment.

Walter Paisley: You been in pictures?

Robby: Not recently. I don't do nudity.

Robby: So I take it your little date sucked?

Sharon Pogue: I just don't have to tell my life story to a total stranger. "What do you do?" and "Where are you from?" It's endless.

Robby: No, I think the problem was you didn't wanna clean his little bitty pipes too soon.

Sharon Pogue: No, the problem is that *all* I wanted to do was clean his pipes. It was the conversation that was pissin' me off.

Robby: Well, baby girl, if it's servicing you need...

Sharon Pogue: Shut the fuck up.

Robby: I think it's the best for everybody.

Sharon Pogue: Really? And who's everybody?

Robby: Me.

Robby: I think I'm a Nice guy, am I just too nice?