R.O.T.O.R.

Coldyron:
Let me tell you something, mister. You fire me and I'll make more noise than two skeletons making love in a tin coffin, brother.

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
Remember what I said at R.O.T.O.R.'s christening? First prototype of a future battalion, on the battlefield highways of the future. He'll be the judge, jury, and executioner. Now, I've got to wonder: Were we playing God, breathing life into our artificial Adam? Or have we lost sight of paradise? What was it Milton said? "Did I request thee, maker, from my clay to mold me man? Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me?" Is it his fault he is what he is? Or is it ours?

Greg Hutchins:
You look like you got both eyes coming out of the same hole!

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
We scientists are like degreed science-fiction writers. We're all prognosticators of the future. And since our particular purpose of vision belongs to the creed of law enforcement, we open inroads into tomorrow in ways and means of those who would serve and protect justice and order.

L.A. Scientist:
Who are we to create such a thing, heroes and villians?

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
The only difference between a hero and a villian is the amount of compensation they take for their services. At our pay scale, I'd say we're closer to heroes.

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
It stops felons, judges the crime, and executes sentence. Justice served C.O.D.

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
You call the senator and you tell him ROTOR walked through a busload of nuns to get to a jaywalker, with malice towards no one. It won't stop. It wasn't ready. It's brain functions are incomplete. It can't think twice, can't reason, can't change it's prime directive. It's like a chainsaw set on frappé.

Dr. Steele:
You don't happen to know any good Indian trackers, do you?

Captain Barrett Coldyron:
I used to spend every summer on the Indian reservation. Will I do?

Dr. Steele:
Hey, I'm like a cemetary. I'll take anybody.