Tyler: [while creating RoboCop] We were able to save the left arm.
Bob Morton: What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Now, lose the arm, okay?
Tyler: Jesus, Morton!
[snaps his finger at RoboCop]
Bob Morton: Can he understand what I'm saying?
Roosevelt: Doesn't matter. We're gonna blank his memory anyway.
Bob Morton: Well, I think we should lose the arm. Wha-what do you think, Johnson?
Johnson: Well, he signed a release form when he joined the force. He's legally dead. We can do pretty much what we want to him.
Bob Morton: Lose the arm.
Tyler: Shut him down. Prep him for surgery.
[looks down at RoboCop while his monitor vision shuts off]