Abbie CornishQuotes

RoboCop: [they step away] Clara, take David and get out of the way now! Raymond Sellars, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of a police officer.

Raymond Sellars: Are you here to cuff me? All right. Go head, cuff me. You can't. You're not programmed that way. If you go against the program, the entire system shuts down, so.

Liz Kline: You don't even have a warrant. We'll overlook this little...

RoboCop: Get down on the ground and put your hands behind your back.

Tom Pope: I'm just from marketing.

RoboCop: Now!

Pope: [lies prone together with Kline] Ok, yep, yep, yep Yep

Sellars: Alex, we need to work together here, because I'm the only one with the technology to keep you alive.

RoboCop: [forced to crouch down] Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

Sellars: [to security guard] All right. Weapon. Alex, honestly, I mean you no harm. If I wanted to, I could have killed you a long time ago. I just aim this right at your head and blow it off.

Clara Murphy: Sellars, please! Don't!

Sellars: [as Alex struggles to aim his weapon because of the security protocols; points weapon at Clara and David; sees Alex preparing to fire at him] I mean, if I wanted to, I could just aim this at your little family and I could just kill them too. And really, there's nothing you could do about it because, let's face it, you're a robot. Do you understand that? Alex.

Woman: Is that the flu vaccine?

Pharmacist: It's medicine.

Candy: It's leading us not into temptation.

Dan: What if that was it?

Candy: That was what?

Dan: The last shot.

Candy: I wouldn't care...

Candy: It was hot, the wax was melting off the trees.

Candy: He was handsome, and a very good criminal.

Candy: [when Dan asks if she had sex with another man] Firstly, you don't know what you're talking about. Secondly, I hate the sound of your voice. Thirdly, why don't you just fuck off?

Sweet Pea: This is a joke, right? I get the sexy school girl and nurse thing, but what’s this? A lobotomized vegetable? How about something more commercial?

Sweet Pea: Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us and who holds the key to set us free? It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!

Sweet Pea: And finally this question, the mystery of whose story it will be. Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things?

Sweet Pea: We can deny angels exist; convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to, daring us, challenging us to fight!

Sweet Pea: Everyone has an Angel. A Guardian who watches over us. We can't know what form they'll take, one day old man, next day little girl, but don't let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they're not here to fight our battles, but to whisper from our hearts. Reminding that it's us. Its every one of us who holds power over the world we create.

Sweet Pea: [after Babydoll has danced for the first time] All that gyrating and moaning... a dance should be more about titillation. Mine's personal, it says who I am. What the heck does yours say?

Lindy: Are you still there?

Eddie Morra: Yeah, I'm here. What happened?

Lindy: I'm stuck; he'll find me!

Eddie Morra: Okay, stop talking. Don't move.

Lindy: He killed two guys!

Eddie Morra: What?

Lindy: He's gonna kill me, too.

Eddie Morra: No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Can he see you?

Lindy: [''whimpering''] No. Not yet. I don't know what to do.

Eddie Morra: Okay, I need you to go into the bag and take one of the pills.

Lindy: Why?

Eddie Morra: Because you'll know what to do. You'll take it and then you'll know.

Lindy: He's got a knife. Eddie, I can't think my way out of a knife.

Eddie Morra: Just listen to me: it'll come on in thirty seconds and you'll think your way out—that's what it does.