Spider: If you're not expected then you're not invited - SO fuck OFF.
Johnny Mnemonic: You can't shoot me.
Takahashi: Not in the head.
Spider: Get on the table.
Johnny Mnemonic: Why?
Spider: Don't be a bigger asshole than you have to, get on the table.
Street Preacher: Jesus time.
Johnny Mnemonic: I can carry nearly eighty gigs of data in my head.
Johnny Mnemonic: No dice?
Spider: No. But I can get it out.
Johnny Mnemonic: How?
Spider: A general anesthetic, a cranial drill and a pair of forceps.
Johnny Mnemonic: I could die, right?
Spider: It's gonna kill you anyway.If I take it out, you'll probably survive but lose some fine motor skills.You might not remember anything for more than three minutes.
Johnny Mnemonic: Double cheese, anchovies?
Street Preacher: It's Jesus time.
Johnny Mnemonic: "Johnny Boy", my ass. What's the fuckin' score here?
Anna Kalmann: Takahashi! Do you know what this man is carrying in his head? He's carrying the cure to NAS.
Spider: Who the fuck are you anyway?
Johnny Mnemonic: Johnny.
Spider: Johnny who?
Johnny Mnemonic: Just... Johnny?
Street Preacher: Come to Jesus.
Johnny Mnemonic: If I fall, you don't get the head, right? If you lose the head, you're fucked.
Johnny Mnemonic: I want room service.
Jane: Man owes me fifty thou' and he's scamming my phone card.
Johnny Mnemonic: And it's still our first date.
