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Mr. Robot 2×3

& Mobley: And how do you know Clyde?
    Romero: He was my cellmate. This place made him crazy. He thinks it’s cursed.
    Mobley: Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.

& Romero: I’m too broke to be superstitious.

& Mobley: ...This is a game changer, man.
    Romero: Who’s this guy, again?
    Mobley: He’s, uh... he’s a little weird. But, uh, he’s gonna love this place.

& Mobley: You’ll like him... Actually, you’ll hate him. But he’s a genius. Best coder I’ve ever met. And he wants to meet you.

& Mobley: That’s the thing, man... In a way, this pays everything.

& Mobley: What happened to the U and the N?
    Romero: Oh, that? That’s a story for another time.

& Mr. Robot: What do you want, huh? We had a deal. I delivered! What more do you want?
    Elliot: What I’ve always wanted: for the panic to finally stop.

& Mr. Robot: So we’re back to the morphine?
    Elliot: Don’t listen, man... It’s not morphine. It’s Adderall.

& Elliot: When a computer gets hit with a kernel panic, there’s only so much you can do. An internal fatal error is hard to recover from. I mean, listen to that: internal fatal error.

& Elliot: I will not be owned.

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& Mr. Price: Perhaps you find it as fascinating as I do... How a man can change the whole world... with a bullet in the right place.

& DiPierro: Did you have them check if the ports were modified at all before using them?

& Darlene: If they wanted us dead, we’d be dead already. Besides, if you’re just gonna end up in Arizona, then being dead isn’t that much of a downgrade.

& Darlene: ...Until then, stop spazzing... And be cool.

& Ray: Just because you beat a man’s face to a pulp don’t mean he gonna know what he don’t.

& Elliot: The Adderall is working, and f... if this drug doesn’t feel good. I can even handle talking with people.

& Elliot: Fifth... Isn’t that a funny word?

& Elliot: I know, I know, Leon’s talking backwards. This isn’t good.

& Elliot: My internal fatal error... From which my system cannot safely recover. Kernel panic.

& Mr. Price: ... Phillip Price, master of the universe.

& DiPierro: Alexa, when is the end of the world?
    Alexa: .. Unless it collides with a very large rock or a future technology goes very wrong indeed, Earth is most likely to be destroyed when the sun swells into a red giant in several billion years’ time.

& Elliot: Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name?.. Okay, fine. Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of Him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus.
    I’m talking about all organized religion... exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their... their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth... that there is no order, there’s no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us.
    All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise.

& Elliot: If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the f... should I listen to yours?

& Elliot: People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how He owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So f... God. He’s not a good enough scapegoat for me.

& Mr. Price: You’re panicking right now. I understand. It’s a big decision you’re making, because these men, their lives will be destroyed. But the minute you remove emotion from this... You’ll do just fine.

& Elliot: I thought it was the right answer.
    Ray: The right answer to what?
    Elliot: Controlling my life.
    Ray: My wife... well, she drove her car that day. She did everything right. She always wore her seat belt, hands at 10:00 and 2:00. She was the most perfect driver I’d ever met. It was... it was annoying. She stayed in the lines. Never went above or below the speed limit. Stopped at traffic signs. She followed every rule. And then one day, none of that mattered...
    Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak at the end of a double rainbow.
    Elliot: Then what do we have?

& Ray: You know that bullshit people say about how when you fall, you got to get up?.. I reject that shit, man. You know why?.. The whole thing is a fall. It can’t help but be. A perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It’s not about getting up. It’s about stumbling, stumbling in the right direction. It’s the only true way to move forward.

& Elliot: Is Ray right? Maybe it’s not about avoiding the crash. But it’s about setting a breakpoint to find the flaw in the code, fix it, and carry on until we hit the next flaw... the quest to keep going, to always fight for footing.

& Elliot: It doesn’t matter where you go or where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that’s all it takes. Maybe that’s as good as it gets...

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