Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Castor: Come, away from these primitive functions.
CLU: The boy and Flynn are gone.
Zuse: I presume your Excellency, they perished in the elevator.
Death to the users!
(Motorcycle roars down street)
Sam: Let me go.
(Crowd boos)
Removing herself from the equation.
It doesn't get out as much as it used to, but.
You are a very rare bird, aren't you.
O...kay.
Sam: Here we go.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
(Vase clatters on floor)
I have one.
The guy doesn't dig imperfection.
Tron.
Tron What have you become?
Computer: Illegal combatant on the grid.
I don't think this is a good idea.
You remember that night.
What sort of improvements have been made in Flynn
If he refuses to save himself, then I will.
Sam: Long time.
(Angrily screams)
We trim them out.
He definitely didn't do that.
hehe
Take her upstairs.
I promise.
Together we have achieved a great many things.
Quorra: Their vehicles aren't designed to go off grid.
On loop in my head since I heard Cardinal Pierbattista Pizzaballa's offer Radical Man
Sam: War in the middle east.
(Slams into ceiling)
Kevin: Prepare the light-runner Quorra.
(Disc crackles)
(Rev's car's motor)
He can be out?
What's Wi-Fi?
(Scream and shatter)
Yeah.
Freaks.
Oh, and you were right.
Come on, come on.
They say he can get anyone, anywhere.
We've got to ring that opening bell.
Why?
What have you become?
Let go of me.
[Sigh]
Rinzler: User.
No, no, he,
And find them.
GUARD: DIDN'T ANYONE TELL YOU, STEALING IS WRONG SAM: YOU CAN'T STEAL SOMETHING THAT WAS DESIGNED TO BE FREE
The Black guard were executing Iso's in the streets.
a user.
They were spectacular.
I'll improvise.
Tron.
Computer: Initiate
But come on, Allen.
As you saw it.
Sam: See you got a backdoor.
Self preservation, you understand.
CLU wants Flynn's disc, not mine.
Tron comes to fortnite I’ve been waiting a long time for this
Said she met you a long time ago.
Computer: Violation.
Goodbye, kiddo.
Zuse: I've heard the chatter.
Barkik: Programs are disappearing, Castor. Soon none of us will be left.
But things changed in 1985.
-technical difficulties. -No.
This pretty miss, is a conversation best had behind closed doors.
Aw, come on.
*If he ever hurts you* (Flash light clicks)
"2023 account plan document collision" *rectify*
Computer: Everything you do or learn, will be imprinted on this disc.
Sam: Wait, I'm not a program.
I smell like jail.
Don't you want that?
Kevin: An intelligence beyond our own.
This is mine.
There's someone I once knew.
Quorra: They'll mal-function on this terrian.
*Losing ground, I'm reaching for you,*
GAY...
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
PT BREAKS FOR EVERYBODY
(Strained laughter)
even obsessive behavior.
With Flynn missing, the company is now in Chaos.
Head towards the light, Quorra.
This is going to be quite a ride!
Oh man, still rocking the pager, eh?
Kevin: That's right.