Hackers

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.

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.

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?

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:
The pool on the roof must have a leak.

Cereal Killer:
Emanuel Goldstein, sir.

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.

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.

Agent Richard Gill:
I think we got something.

The Plague:
Ugh. Hard copy.

CRASHOVERRIDE (ZERO COOL):
Mess with the best, die like the rest

Dade Murphy:
Hack the planet! Hack the planet!

Kate:
Why'd he come to you?

Dade:
I got a record! I was 'Zero Cool'!

Paul:
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!

be the best side of you

Ram?n "Phantom Phreak" Sanchez:
So, uh, what's your interest in Kate Libby, eh? Academic? Purely sexual?

Dade:
Homicidal.

Phreak:
What's up, man? I'm the Phreak. [Dade simply looks at him] The "Phantom Phreak"? [Dade doesn't react] The "King of Nynex"? I know you play the game. [Starts to hand something to Dade] Here--

Joey Pardello:
[runs up to Phreak and Dade, frantically] Phreak-Phreak-Phreak-Phreak-Phreak-Phreak! Dude-dude-dude-dude-dude-dude!

Phreak:
[smacks Joey a few times to calm him down] Joey, Joey! One more "dude" outta you, and I'mma slap the sh*t outta you, ok?! Now I keep trying to save you from yourself, but you gotta stop letting your mama dress you, man! You're hopeless!

Joey:
Look, I need a handle, ok? I don't have an identity if I don't have a handle.

Phreak:
You know, you're right about that. [Phreak turns to Dade again and hands him a flyer] Check it, Friday. [Dade looks at the flyer while Phreak leaves with Joey following after him]

Joey:
How about "The Master of Disaster"?

Phreak:
You're hopeless, man. Utterly hopeless.

Joey:
"Ultra Laser"? "Doctor Doom"?

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... [Plague looks directly at Margo, who glares right back at him] god. So, would your holiness care to change her password?

[Dade, Phreak, and Cereal Killer arrive at an apartment building. The hallway they are in is marked heavily with graffiti]

Cereal Killer:
Nice place, huh? [They stop outside a door, which Phreak knocks on]

Dade:
You guys ever hear of a hacker called "Acid Burn"? Do you know who he is?

Phreak:
...no. Don't know who he is. [To Cereal] Do you? [Cereal merely shrugs. The door finally opens, revealing a man wearing a hooded cloak]

Phreak:
Lord Nikon! This is... [Motions to Dade]

Dade:
Crash Override.

Paul "Lord Nikon" Cook:
Never heard of you. Done anything?

Dade:
No. [Nikon promptly slams the door shut]

Phreak:
[Bangs on the door] Come onnnn!

Cereal:
Man, I hate this neighborhood.

Nikon:
[Opens the door and sneers at Dade, asking mockingly] What, did your mom buy you a 'puter for Christmas? [Scoffs before looking to Phreak] Does he know anything?

Phreak:
Sure, man. He's elite.

Nikon:
[Regards Dade once more before stepping aside] Come in. [Dade, Phreak, and Cereal enter, but Cereal pauses]

Cereal:
Yo, Nikon, can I crash at your place tonight?

Nikon:
[sternly] Again? [Pushes his hood back to look at Cereal before eventually smiling and nodding] Yeah sure, man. [They both laugh and begin to mock-fight with one another, complete with exaggerated martial arts cries as Nikon shuts the door]

The Plague:
I'd like to make a treaty with you.

Dade:
[confused] I'm sorry, who are you?

The Plague:
I'm the one who understands you. Now, can we be allies?

Dade:
[Ponders a moment before responding defiantly] Naaah. I don't play well with others.

[Kate has seen that Dade is at her party and is not pleased]

Kate:
[points at Dade while angrily addressing Phreak] What is he doing here?

Phreak:
Relax, Burn. He's my guest.

Dade:
[realizing who Kate really is] "Burn", you're Acid Burn. You booted me out of OTV.

Kate:
[visibly confused] What?

Dade:
[offers a handshake to Kate] I'm Crash Override.

Kate:
[incredulously] You're the moron that's been invading my turf?!

Cereal:
[clearly amused as he steps between Kate and Dade] Wait-wait-wait-wait! [Motions to Dade] "Crash [proceeds to motion to Kate] and Burn?!" [hoots and laughs]

Eugene "The Plague" Belford:
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 out there who have no idea what's going on are the cattle... Moooo.

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein:
It's universally stupid, man!

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein:
Yo....I kinda feel like God!

...all great artists that asphyxiated on their own vomit. You can't get this in stores man.

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein:
Look at that pooper. Spandex; it's a privilege, not a right!