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: 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.
The Plague: Type "cookie", you idiot.
Cereal Killer: Snoop on to them.
Nikon: As they snoop on to us.
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.