:17:04
A household disintegrator beam.
:17:07
Put your arm in there.
:17:12
Order cancelled.
:17:14
Don't attribute feeling
to him, gentlemen.
:17:17
Robby is simply a tool.
Tremendously strong, of course.
:17:20
He could quite easily topple
this house off its foundation.
:17:23
In the wrong hands, mightn't
such a tool become a deadly weapon?
:17:27
No, Doctor, not even though I were the
mad scientist of the tape thrillers...
:17:31
because, you see, there happens
to be a built-in safety factor.
:17:35
Commander, may I borrow that
formidable-Iooking side arm of yours?
:17:44
Thank you.
:17:46
Robby, point this thing at that
althaea frutex out there on the terrace.
:17:53
Fire.
:17:59
You understand the mechanism?
:18:02
Yes, Morbius.
A simple blaster.
:18:06
All right.
Now turn around here.
:18:11
Point it at the commander.
:18:19
Aim right between the eyes.
:18:26
Fire.
:18:34
You see, he's helpless...
:18:37
Iocked in a sub-electronic dilemma
between my direct orders...
:18:40
and his basic inhibitions
against harming rational beings.
:18:44
Cancelled.
:18:46
If I were to allow
that to continue...
:18:49
he would blow
every circuit in his body.
:18:54
Doctor, how did you
come by such a mechanism?
:18:57
Uh, I didn't
"come by" him, Doctor...