Hackers (1995)

The Plague: There is no right and wrong. There's only fun and boring.

Dade Murphy: Mess with the best, die like the rest.

Kate Libby: Why'd he come to you?
Dade Murphy: I got a record! I was 'Zero Cool'.
Paul Cook: Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven computers in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page New York Times August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black man. YO this is zero cool.

The Plague: Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse things than death, and uh, I can do all of them.

Razor: This is a payphone.
Blade: Don't ask.

Mrs. Murphy: Dade?
Dade Murphy: Yeah, ma?
Mrs. Murphy: What are you doing?
Dade Murphy: I'm taking over a TV network.
Mrs. Murphy: Finish up, honey, and get to sleep.

Dade Murphy: Hack the planet! Hack the planet.

Cereal Killer: Snoop on to them.
Nikon: As they snoop on to us.

Razor: Remember, hacking is more than just a crime. It's a survival trait.

Nikon: You're in the butter zone now, baby.

Dade Murphy: Anything else, mom? You want me to mow the lawn? Oops! I forgot, New York, No grass.

Mrs. Murphy: What did you learn in school today?
Dade Murphy: Revenge.

Cereal Killer: We have just gotten a wake-up call from the Nintendo Generation.

Cereal Killer: FYI man, all right. You could sit at home, and do like absolutely nothing, and your name goes through like 17 computers a day. 1984? Yeah right, man. That's a typo. Orwell is here now. He's livin' large. We have no names, man. No names. We are nameless.

Ramon Sanchez: So, uh, what's your interest in Kate Libby, eh? Academic? Purely sexual?
Dade Murphy: Homicidal.

The Plague: You wanted to know who I am, Zero Cool? Well, let me explain the New World Order. Governments and corporations need people like you and me. We are Samurai... the Keyboard Cowboys... and all those other people who have no idea what's going on are the cattle... Moooo.

Dade Murphy: Blow me.
The Plague: Thank you.

Dade Murphy: You look good in a dress.
Kate Libby: You would have looked better.

Kate Libby: Here's your class.
Dade Murphy: My class. You mean I'm... I'm not in your class?
Kate Libby: No. You're not in my class.
Dade Murphy: Gimme time.

Kate Libby: Never send a boy to do a woman's job.