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MCP: You're in trouble, program. Why don't you make it easy on yourself. Who's your user?
CLU: Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You're not going to make me talk!
MCP: Suit yourself.
Flynn: Enter another programmer, not so young not so bright but very sneaky, Ed Dillinger.
Sark: What kind of program is he?
MCP: He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a user.
Sark: A user?!
MCP: What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
Sark: Users... well, I mean... users wrote us. A user even wrote you!
MCP: No one user wrote me! I was millions of their man-years!
Sark: The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the game grid.
Flynn: On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.
Sark: Res up the Carrier for pursuit.
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