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.
Ramon Sanchez: So, uh, what's your interest in Kate Libby, eh? Academic? Purely sexual?
Dade Murphy: Homicidal.
Kate Libby: I hope you don't screw like you type.
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.
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.
Kate Libby: 'God gave men brains larger than dogs so they wouldn't hump women's legs at cocktail parties.' - Ruth Libby.
English Teacher: I'm not sure your mother counts as a significant author of the 20th century.
Kate Libby: Her last book sold 2 million copies.
Razor: Remember, hacking is more than just a crime. It's a survival trait.
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.
The Plague: Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse things than death, and uh, I can do all of them.
Mrs. Murphy: What did you learn in school today?
Dade Murphy: Revenge.