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Beck: Do you really want to know?
Tessler: Yes!
Beck: You killed my friend.
Tessler: . . .
Tessler: Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?
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@incorrecttronuprisingquotes
Tessler: Who are you?!
Beck: Do you really want to know?
Tessler: Yes!
Beck: You killed my friend.
Tessler: . . .
Tessler: Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?
Flynn: If I had a nickel for every time I was forcibly trapped inside of a digital space by a malignant program, I’d have two nickels; which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?
Beck: Hey, I was wondering. . . Could you sign this for me?
Tron: Please, who do I look like, your dad?
Also Tron: *pulling out a bag*: Here’s your lunch. I’ll pick you up at five.
Tron, to Beck: The first rule of being Tron is to do no harm. Unless you mean to do harm; then, do lots of harm.
Cyrus: Okay, so here’s the plan. We sneak into the compound, grab MacGuffin, snag the list, and then Un-alive Tessler and his acolytes.
Beck: Wait, “Un-alive” them?
Cyrus: Yeah. Yeah, here’s the thing: I can’t really say the k-word out loud. It’s a weird mental tick, hehe, but yeah, we’re gonna destroy them, make them disappear, Un-alive them, sleep them with the fishes. . . We’ll K-Word them.
Beck: You mean we’re gonna kill them?!
Cyrus: Woah, when you say it like that it does sound bad.
Dyson: By all rights I should have you repurposed. Tron: You could do that. And I could nail your head to the table, set fire to it, and feed your charred remains to the codeworms. But it’s an imperfect system, and we never get exactly what we want.
Rinzler: *Does that purring sound*
Me: Hehe, Rinzler go bbrrrrrrr
Encom CEO Flynn: (does some hacker stuff)
Alan: That's against the rules, isn't it?
Flynn: Screw the rules, I have money!
Beck: What do you want from me?!
Cyrus: *takes a bite out of a KitKat without breaking it.*
Beck: Please. . . Stop. . .
Tron in a nutshell:
Clu: Don't do the thing.
Kevin Flynn: I'M GONNA DO THE THING, MAN!! WOOOOOO!!!
Clu: (facepalm)
Shaw: The only person who shoots me is me! *draws disc.* Good look trying to derez me, WHEN I’M ALREADY DEREZZED!
Beck: . . . You are a whole new level of stupid.
Shaw: Ah, but who is stupider? The program trying to derez himself, or the program trying to derez the program trying to derez himself!?
Beck, playing a VR game: You see, that’s the thing. It PROBABLY is fine. It’s PROBABLY 100% okay. There are PROBABLY no spiders in this headset. Beck: BUT- as you may be able to relate to- If you find a spider in your headset, and then have to put that headset on to play video games... Beck: YoU jUsT dOnT gEt ToO cOMfOrTabLE.
Tron: Come on, nobody thinks Beck is my son.
Able, to the garage: Alright, show of hands, who here thought Beck was Tron’s son?
*everyone in the garage slowly raises their hands*
Tron: . . . Beck, put your hand down.
Zed: I just want somebody to take me out.
Mara: Like on a date or with a sniper rifle?
Zed: Surprise me.
“YOU MISSED? HOW COULD YOU MISS? HE WAS THREE FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!”
-Pavel, watching the Renegade get away. (Again.)
Mara: Rules are made to be broken.
Zed: Rules are made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Mara: Uh, piñatas?
Beck: Glowsticks.
Mara: Karate boards.
Beck: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Mara: Rules.
Tron: Hey, it’s nice to meet you.
Clu: This world is imperfect.
Tron: What?
Clu: If only there was a way to wipe away the impurities. . .
Tron: Is anyone else. . . Listening to this? . . .
Clu: And make it as beautiful as me!
*Cycles Later.*
Flynn: Clu! You were behind all this!
Clu: Yes it was I! My machinations lay undetected for cycles; for I am a master of deception!
Tron: . . .