Dade Murphy: What is it with this guy? Phantom Phreak: His
parents missed Woodstock, and he's been making up for it
since.
Cereal Killer: Spandex: it's a privilege, not a right.
Phantom Phreak: So, uh, what's your interest in Kate Libby,
eh? Academic? Purely sexual? Dade Murphy: Homicidal.
Mrs. Murphy: What did you learn in school today? Dade Murphy:
Revenge.
Curtis: If it isn't Leopard Boy and the Decepticons.
Dade Murphy: You look good in a dress. Kate Libby: You would
have looked better.
Dade: Anything else, mom? U want me to mow the lawn? Forgot,
new york, No grass.
Kate Libby: Are you challenging me? Dade Murphy: Name your
stakes. Kate Libby: If I win, you become my slave. Dade
Murphy: Your SLAVE? Kate Libby: You wish! You'll do shitwork,
scan, crack copyrights... Dade Murphy: And if I win? Kate
Libby: Make it my first-born! Dade Murphy: Make it our first-date!
Kate Libby: I dont DO dates. But I dont lose either, so
you're on!
Kate Libby: Never send a boy to do a woman's job.
Phreak: It's in that place where I put that thing that time.
Cereal Killer: When I was a child, I spake 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.
Cereal Killer: We have just gotten a wake-up call from the
Nintendo Generation.
Dade Murphy: I don't play well with others.
The Plague: Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse things
than death, and uh, I can do all of them.
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.
Cereal Killer: FYI man, alright. 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!
Kate Libby: I hope you don't screw like you type.
The Plague: There is no right and wrong. There's only fun
and boring.
Kate Libby: God gave men brains larger than dogs' so they
wouldn't hump women's legs at cocktail parties.
[Reading from "The Hackers' Manifesto."] Agent Bob: "This
is our world now. The world of the electron and the switch;
the beauty of the baud. We exist without nationality, skin
color, or religious bias. You wage wars, murder, cheat,
lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good,
yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime
is that of curiosity. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto."
Huh? Right? Manifesto? "You may stop me, but you can't stop
us all."
