Hackers
1995
Dade Murphy: You look good in a dress. Kate Libby: You would have looked better.
Dade Murphy: Anything else, mom? You 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 don't DO dates. But I don't lose either, so you're on!
Kate Libby: Never send a boy to do a woman's job.
Ramon Sanchez: 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."
Dade Murphy: What is it with this guy? Ramon Sanchez: His parents missed Woodstock, and he's been making up for it since.
Cereal Killer: Spandex: it's a privilege, not a right.
Ramon Sanchez: 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: The pool on the roof must have a leak.
Teacher: Name? Cereal Killer: Emanuel Goldstein, sir. Teacher: You, however, are not on my list. Cereal Killer: This isn't woodshop?
Dade Murphy: Blow me. The Plague: Thank you.
Dade Murphy: Mess with the best, die like the rest.
Razor: Remember, hacking is more than just a crime. It's a survival trait.
Cereal Killer: (written on a blackboard & spoken out loud) Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. - Ozzy Osbourne
The Plague: Never fear, I is here.
The Plague: This is the end, my friend. Thank you for calling.
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.
The Plague: Our recent unknown intruder penetrated using the superuser account, giving him access to our whole system. Margo: Precisely what you're paid to prevent. The Plague: Someone didn't bother reading my carefully prepared memo on commonly-used passwords. Now, then, as I so meticulously pointed out, the four most-used passwords are: love, sex, secret, and... Margo: (glares at The Plague) The Plague: god. So, would your holiness care to change her password?
Agent Richard Gill: I think we got something. (Hands over a sheaf of papers) The Plague: Ugh. Hard copy.
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: Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. Ginsberg. Teacher: Nice, very nice.
Cereal Killer: I kinda feel like God now.
Razor: *This* is a payphone. Razor: Don't ask.