Forbidden Planet Quotes

Commander Adams: Nice climate you have here. High oxygen content.

Robby the Robot: I seldom use it myself, sir. It promotes rust.

[to Altaira]

Commander Adams: I'm in command of 18 competitively selected super-perfect physical specimens with an average age of 24.6 who have been locked up in hyperspace for 378 days. It would have served you right if I hadn't... and he... oh go on, get out of here before I have you run out of the area under guard - and then I'll put more guards on the guards!

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: The total potential here must be nothing less than astronomical.

Dr. Morbius: Nothing less. The number 10 raised almost literally to the power of infinity.

Dr. Morbius: The fool, the meddling idiot! As though his ape's brain could contain the secrets of the Krell!

Altaira Morbius: [shocked] Father, he's *dead*!

Dr. Morbius: He was warned, and now he's paid! Let him be buried with the other victims of human greed and folly!

Altaira Morbius: [coldly] Morbius. You wanted me to make a choice. Now you've chosen for me.

Dr. Morbius: Alta?

Altaira Morbius: [to Commander Adams] I'm ready to go with you, darling.

[she runs up the stairs]

Dr. Morbius: Altaira! No!

Altaira Morbius: Where have you been? I've beamed and beamed.

Robby the Robot: Sorry, miss. I was giving myself an oil-job.

Altaira Morbius: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away.

Robby the Robot: Again?

Altaira Morbius: Oh, but this one must be different! Absolutely nothing must show - below, above or through.

Robby the Robot: Radiation-proof?

Altaira Morbius: No, just eye-proof will do.

Robby the Robot: Thick and heavy?

Altaira Morbius: Oh, no, Robby. It must be the loveliest, softest thing you've ever made for me, and fit in all the right places, with lots and lots of star sapphires.

Robby the Robot: Star sapphires take a week to crystallize properly. Would diamonds or emeralds do?

Altaira Morbius: Well, if they're large enough.

Robby the Robot: Five, ten, and fifteen carats, and on hand. I will run the dress up for you in time for breakfast. Sleep well, miss.

Altaira Morbius: Thank you, Robby. I don't care now whether I do or not!

Dr. Morbius: Do you understand the mechanism, Robby?

Robby the Robot: Yes, Morbius. A simple blaster.

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: Morbius was too close to the problem. The Krell had completed their project. Big machine. No instrumentalities. True creation.

Commander Adams: Come on, Doc, let's have it.

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: But the Krell forgot one thing.

Commander Adams: Yes, what?

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: Monsters, John. Monsters from the id.

Commander Adams: The Id? What's that? Talk, Doc!

[Doc slumps and dies]

Commander Adams: Doc?

Commander Adams: [sadly] Oh, Doc. Doc.

[Robby the Robot has been asked to duplicate whiskey]

Robby the Robot: Would 60 gallons be sufficient?

Robby the Robot: Morbius. Morbius!

Dr. Morbius: What?

Robby the Robot: Something is approaching from the southwest. It is now quite close.

[they run to the windows and look out, but see nothing]

Commander Adams: Could Robby be wrong?

Dr. Morbius: No. Never.

[an invisible force rips down the trees; Morbius closes the steel shutters over the windows]

Dr. Morbius: I feel sorry for you, young man.

Commander Adams: Feel sorry for your daughter, Morbius.

Altaira Morbius: It's listening.

[the monster pounds on the steel shielding, denting it]

Dr. Morbius: Alta, go into my study.

Commander Adams: You still refuse to face the truth.

Dr. Morbius: What truth?

Commander Adams: Morbius, that thing out there - it's *you*.

Dr. Morbius: You're insane. How else would you have led it here, where Alta must see you torn to pieces?

Commander Adams: You still think she's immune? She's joined herself to me, body and soul!

Altaira Morbius: Yes, and whatever comes, forever.

Dr. Morbius: Say it's a lie. Shout, let it hear you out there! Tell it you don't love this man!

Altaira Morbius: Not even if I could.

[the steel shielding begins to break]

Dr. Morbius: Stop it, Robby! Don't let it in! Kill it, Robby!

[Robby shorts out]

Commander Adams: It's no use. He knows it's your other self.

[steel shielding breaks; they run]

[last lines]

[to Altaira]

Commander Adams: Alta, about a million years from now the human race will have crawled up to where the Krell stood in their great moment of triumph and tragedy. And your father's name will shine again like a beacon in the galaxy. It's true, it will remind us that we are, after all, not God.

[Lt. Farman offers the brilliant but innocent Altaira some sugar for her coffee]

Altaira Morbius: But you keep helping me. After all, you're not Robby.

Lt. Farman: [chuckles] I wouldn't mind being Robby in certain ways. Uh, that's only in *certain* ways, of course.

Altaira Morbius: I can see that was probably very clever, but I don't seem to understand it.

Lt. Farman: There's no rush.

Altaira Morbius: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away.

Robby the Robot: Again?

[while showing the captain a plaster cast of a monster foot print]

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: Anywhere in the galaxy this is a nightmare.

Commander Adams: Whatever you know in here, your other self knows out there.

Dr. Morbius: [angrily] I'm not a monster, you...

Commander Adams: [grappling with Morbius] We're all part monsters in our subconscious, so we have laws and religion!

Commander Adams: What is the Id?

Dr. Morbius: [frustrated] Id, id, id, id, id!

[calming down]

Dr. Morbius: It's a... It's an obsolete term. I'm afraid once used to describe the elementary basis of the subconscious mind.

Commander Adams: [to himself] Monsters from the id...

Dr. Morbius: Huh?

Commander Adams: Monsters from the subconscious. Of course. That's what Doc meant. Morbius. The big machine, 8,000 miles of klystron relays, enough power for a whole population of creative geniuses, operated by remote control. Morbius, operated by the electromagnetic impulses of individual Krell brains.

Dr. Morbius: To what purpose?

Commander Adams: In return, that ultimate machine would instantaneously project solid matter to any point on the planet, In any shape or color they might imagine. For *any* purpose, Morbius! Creation by mere thought.

Dr. Morbius: Why haven't I seen this all along?

Commander Adams: But like you, the Krell forgot one deadly danger - their own subconscious hate and lust for destruction.

Dr. Morbius: The beast. The mindless primitive! Even the Krell must have evolved from that beginning.

Commander Adams: And so those mindless beasts of the subconscious had access to a machine that could never be shut down. The secret devil of every soul on the planet all set free at once to loot and maim. And take revenge, Morbius, and kill!

Dr. Morbius: My poor Krell. After a million years of shining sanity, they could hardly have understood what power was destroying them.

[pause]

Dr. Morbius: Yes, young man, all very convincing, but for one obvious fallacy. The last Krell died 2,000 centuries ago. But today, as we all know, there is still at large on this planet a living monster.

Commander Adams: Your mind refuses to face the conclusion.

Dr. Morbius: What do you mean?

Dr. Morbius: Altaira, I specifically asked you not to join us for lunch.

Altaira Morbius: Lunch is over. You didn't say anything about not coming in for coffee. Well, you didn't, did you?

Altaira Morbius: [swimming in a pool] Come on in.

Commander Adams: I didn't bring my bathing suit.

Altaira Morbius: What's a bathing suit?

Commander Adams: [quickly turning his back] Oh, murder!

Robby the Robot: [approaches from vehicle, stops and bows] Welcome to Altair IV, Gentlemen.

Robby the Robot: I am to transport you to the residence.

Robby the Robot: If you do not speak English I am at your disposal with 187 other languages along with their various dialects and sub-tongues.

Commander Adams: Colloquial English will do fine, thank you.

Commander Adams: Dr. Morbius, just what were the symptoms of all those other deaths, the unnatural ones I mean.

Dr. Morbius: The symptoms were striking Commander. One by one in spite of every safeguard my co-workers were torn literally limb from limb.

Commander Adams: By what?

Dr. Morbius: By some devilish thing that never once showed itself.

Commander Adams: And the Bellerophon?

Dr. Morbius: Vaporized as the three remaining survivors tried to take her off.

Commander Adams: And yet in all these 19 years you personally have never again been bothered by this planetary force?

Dr. Morbius: Only in nightmares of those times. And yet always in my mind I seem to feel the creature is lurking somewhere close at hand, sly and irresistible and only waiting to be reinvoked for murder.

[first Lines]

Narrator: In the final decade of the 21st Century, men and women in rocket ships landed on the moon. By 2200 A.D., they had reached the other planets of our solar system. Almost at once there followed the discovery of hyperdrive through which the speed of light was first obtained and later greatly surpassed. And so, at last, mankind began the conquest and colonization of deep space. United Planets Cruiser C57D, now more than a year out from Earth Base on a special mission to the planetary system of the great main-sequence star Altair.

Dr. Morbius: [as his invisible id approaches] Stop! No further! I deny you, I give you up!

[Morbius crumbles under the force of the Id]

Chief Quinn: [Examining the broken klystron frequency modulator] Now with every facility of the ship I think I might be able to rebuild it. But frankly, the book says no. It came packed and liquid born in a suspended gravity.

Commander Adams: Alright so it's impossible, how long will it take?

Chief Quinn: Well, if I don't stop for breakfast...

Lt. Farman: Commander, Commander Adams!

Commander Adams: Speaking, lieutenant.

Lt. Farman: Skipper, the chiefs been murdered!

Commander Adams: Quinn, murdered?

Lt. Farman: Yes. He was alone working on the monitor, the rest of us were all outside on guard duty, I...

Commander Adams: How was it done?

Lt. Farman: Done? Skipper his body is plastered all over the communications room!

Dr. Morbius: [At the Krell educator machine] Now the commander.

Dr. Morbius: [the commanders intelligence level is disappointing] It's all right sir. Commanding officer doesn't need brains, just a good loud voice.

Robby the Robot: 480 pints, as you requested. Total ,60 gallons.

Cook: Genuine Kansas City bourbon.

[Takes a swig and coughs twice]

Cook: And it's smooth, too. Robby, I ain't never gonna forget this. Any time you're hard up for a couple of gallons of lube oil, you just let me know.

Lt. Farman: Pardon me commander, are you ready to hold discipline on the cook, sir?

Commander Adams: Yes let's... let's have him.

Lt. Farman: I'm obliged to remind you, sir, that I gave him permission to go out last night.

Commander Adams: Did you give him permission to get falling down drunk?

Cook: Drunk sir, me sir? Well ask Dr. Ostrow, sir. Four pints of 120 proof bourbon without a trace of hangover in it. Now that ain't natural. sir. Besides why'd that Robert argue me into drinking all that whiskey in the first place?

Commander Adams: You were with the robot last night?

Cook: Yes sir. Him and me, we kind of got to toasting each others good health. Just for cordial interplanetary relations you understand.

Commander Adams: Now, that's all the time. Even while the chief was being killed.

Cook: Certainly, sir. I hope you don't think I coulda got that stiff in five minutes.

Robby the Robot: Can I be of service, sir?

Cook: Look, never mind the sir, mister, but I'm a stranger on this so called planet and I was just wondering if, well if you could tell me where I could... , a guy could get ahold of the real stuff?

Robby the Robot: Real stuff?

Cook: Just for cooking purposes you understand. I take a big pride in my duties.

Robby the Robot: Pardon me, sir. Stuff?

Cook: [Pulls out bottle of bourbon] Oh, just about one jolt left. Oh, Genuine Ancient Rocket Bourbon. See here?

[Robby takes the bottle and empties it into his analyzer slot]

Cook: Well you low living contraption, I oughta take a can opener to you.

Robby the Robot: Quiet please, I am analyzing. BELCH! Yes, relatively simple alcohol molecules with traces of fusel oil. Would 60 gallons be sufficient?

Cook: Gallons? Mister, I been from here to there in this galaxy and I just want you to know you're the most understanding soul I ever met up with.

[Slaps Robby's steel back]

Cook: OW!

Robby the Robot: Passengers will please fastren their seatbelts.

Lt. 'Doc' Ostrow: Looks after us like a mother.