Forbidden Planet Page #2

- Quite a vehicle, huh?

- That driver must be a madman.

What driver?

Welcome to Altair-4, gentlemen.

I am to transport you

to the residence.

If you do not speak English...

...I am at your disposal

with 187 other languages...

...along with their various dialects

and sub-tongues.

Colloquial English will do fine,

thank you.

This is no offense,

but you are a robot, aren't you?

That is correct, sir.

For your convenience, I am monitored

to respond to the name "Robby."

Nice climate you have here.

High oxygen content.

I rarely use it myself, sir.

It promotes rust.

Hey, Doc, is it a...?

Is it a male or a female?

In my case, sir, the question

is totally without meaning.

Will you get in, gentlemen.

Quinn.

Track this if I blink red.

- I'll bring the tractor in a hurry, sir.

- Right.

Passengers will please

fasten their seat belts.

Looks after us like a mother.

If you gentlemen will go in,

you're expected.

- I am Morbius.

- I'm Commander Adams.

This is Lieutenant Farman,

my executive...

...and Lieutenant Ostrow,

our ship's doctor.

How ironic that a simple scholar

with no ambition...

...beyond a modest measure

of seclusion should, out of a clear sky...

...find himself besieged by an army

of fellow creatures...

...all grimly determined

to be of service to him.

I'm sorry, sir, if we're not welcome,

but we do have our orders.

You must stay for lunch,

gentlemen.

And do forgive the ill manners

of an old recluse. Won't you come in.

Whatever that lunch was,

it was certainly delicious.

Simply some of Robby's synthetics.

- He's your cook too?

- Even manufactures the raw materials.

Come round here, Robby.

I'll show you how this works.

One introduces a sample of human food

through this aperture.

Down here there's a small built-in

chemical laboratory where he analyzes it.

Later he can reproduce identical

molecules in... In any shape or quantity.

Why, it's a housewife's dream.

Plus absolute, selfless obedience.

Activate the disposal unit.

A household disintegrator beam.

Put your arm in there.

Order canceled.

Don't attribute feelings to him,

gentlemen.

Robby is simply a tool.

Tremendously strong, of course.

He could quite easily topple

this house off its foundation.

Well, in the wrong hands, mightn't

such a tool become a deadly weapon?

No, doctor, not even though I were

the mad scientist of the tape thrillers...

...because, you see, there happens

to be a built-in safety factor.

Commander, may I borrow that

formidable-looking side arm of yours?

Thank you.

Robby, point this thing at that

Althaea frutex out there on the terrace.

Fire.

- Do you understand the mechanism?

- Yes, Morbius.

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