Kate Libby: I hope you don't screw like you type.
The Plague: Type "cookie", you idiot.
Cereal Killer: Snoop on to them.
Nikon: As they snoop on to us.
Ramon Sanchez: So, uh, what's your interest in Kate Libby, eh? Academic? Purely sexual?
Dade Murphy: Homicidal.
English Teacher: Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
Dade Murphy: Ginsberg.
English Teacher: Nice, very nice.
Dade Murphy: You look good in a dress.
Kate Libby: You would have looked better.
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.
Dade Murphy: Hack the planet! Hack the planet.
Dade Murphy: What is it with this guy?
Ramon Sanchez: His parents missed Woodstock, and he's been making up for it since.
Dade Murphy: Anything else, mom? You want me to mow the lawn? Oops! I forgot, New York, No grass.
Dade Murphy: Mess with the best, die like the rest.
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.
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: Blow me.
The Plague: Thank you.
Nikon: You're in the butter zone now, baby.
Kate Libby: Never send a boy to do a woman's job.
The Plague: There is no right and wrong. There's only fun and boring.
Cereal Killer: We have just gotten a wake-up call from the Nintendo Generation.
Cereal Killer: When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. What? It's Corinthians one, chapter thirteen verse eleven.
Razor: This is a payphone.
Blade: Don't ask.