American Gods, Season 2

Technical Boy:
Media! Oh, Media! Come out, come out, wherever you are. All this normy noise is making me itch. [looks at neon sign for Xie Comm] Hey! I see you. Come on, Mr. World wants you. [reading signs] "We can't drive into the future using only our rearview mirror." No shit. Come on, get in the car.

[Another sign reads "Advertising is the Greatest Art Form of the 20th Century"]

Technical Boy:
The twentieth century is ancient history. Like the faces you wear! Bowie and Marilyn and I Love Lucy - they are so fucking retro! And art? Art is irrelevant!

Media:
[as a voice on Technical Boy's iPhone] Art is the most valuable means of insight into the direction of our collective purpose.

Technical Boy:
You're looking for insight.

Media:
The appetite for distraction is infinite.

Technical Boy:
You're looking for insight.

Media:
[as a voice on a TV commercial in a shop window] I can choke them with trivia, drown them in passive pleasures, and devastate their spirituality with baby talk.

Technical Boy:
Wednesday scared the shit outta you, so now you're back in school.

Media:
There is no distinction between education and entertainment. I am adapting, learning to survive.

Technical Boy:
If I go back emptyhanded, he'll downvote my ass to obsolete!

Media:
I will not launch before I'm prepared.

Technical Boy:
World needs you back, right now! Get your incomprehensively aggravat--

Media:
[on iPhone] Goodbye.

Technical Boy:
Fatal flaw. Underestimating me. You think you can ghost in my machine? I am mankind's greatest achievement. I am the compass rose. I am fucking binary! Without me, shit don't spin. You can't hide. So lick your wounds, strap on whichever do makes you feel the most-est, put your face on, and come out! Come on! Mr. World needs you. Do not make me hunt you. Out of respect, I'm gonna give you a minute. Good talk. [takes off his virtual reality goggles and walks away] Fuck!