Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Radical Man
Noooooooo!
(Sound of vehicle approaching)
YOUR ENTHUSIASM IS INTOXICATING, MY DEAR COLLEAGUE,
Yeah.
Hoh, oh!
Better than ever.
I believed in users once before.
Yeah.
It's over.
A whole new life form.
It's the only way.
What's it like?
NOT THAT.
Dad, we have to get your disc.
If we beat CLU there we have a chance.
Wouldn't that be something?
(Engines whine grows slower)
With you he got more than he ever dreamed.
One down, five to go.
On my shoulder.
(Tron's past cry echoes in mind) Flynn, go!
That our world is a cage no more.
I have a strange version of you on my shelf.
Cell phones, online dating, Wi-Fi.
Put options for everybody!
Now, I couldn't be in there all the time.
helped make this company, what it is today.
Page?
Well, that was Marv's idea.
CLU taught them.
Cloaked man: Bring him to me.
Take her.
I know it's late so I'll skip the pleasantries and hand things over to our chairman.
That was him.
(Sam grunts with landing)
(Door creaks open)
Death to the user.
Page came from your Dad's office, at the arcade.
Sam: He fights for the users.
I had ENCOM, I couldn't be in your world all the time.
(Lightening cracks above)
First games on me.
Sex changes for everyone
Where did you learn that move back there?
We're always on the same team.
(Buttons beep when pressed)
Kevin: Everything is fine, everything's under control.
Quorra, there's something I need you to do.
And then one day I got in
the annual prank on the company.
Okay boys, you got me.
Where are you now?
Oh man, you can't make that.
You're big.
(Squeaks on floor)
HEY! No free rides.
Even if I make it out you won't last in here.
Not for you.
He got your page.
This is his sector.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
(Plants cane on floor)
We have rid it of its imperfection.
-What do you mean? -Our worlds are more connected than anyone knows.
I don't know, some kid.
Hah, obviously not.
(Disc whizzes in air)
But it is a way.
CLU: Aaaaaaah!
And still you did all this.
Sam: Yeah, ha, ha, ha.
Oh.
Because, your rumors are true.
SFX: Screaming
ENCOM tower.
I've read them all.
But truthfully, the companies pretty happy with where you are.
*Here we stand*
Jarvis: Your liberator, your luminary. (Fireworks whistle and explode)
In there,
Alan: Rough landing, huh?
(Engine explodes)
(Reporter on Television) Good evening, our lead story.
Hey.
Your host.
It was genocide.
There's another manner. There's another manner.
You've done enough all ready.