- Mr. Robot: Is any of it real? I mean, look at this, look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills! Psychological warfare in the form of advertising! Mind altering chemicals in the form of food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media! Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century! We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs, while we tossed the remnants into the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations, built on bipolar numbers, jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You'd have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit, that even you have lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real: I'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your big mac. As far as you are concerned, Elliot, I am very real. We are all together now, whether you like it or not.
- Elliot Alderson: A simple program, a worm that can make data unreadable, malware that took Darlene maybe two hours to code. Is that really all it takes to kill the world?
- Mr. Robot: You're losing it, kiddo. I'm only supposed to be your prophet. You're supposed to be my God.
- Mr. Robot: Look at it, a world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind altering chemicals in the form of food. Brain washing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off. Took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you've lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real. I'm no less real than the f**king beef patty in your big mac.
- Angela Moss: Can I ask another question?
- Phillip Price: [smiles] All right, go.
- Angela Moss: Why me? Why am I really here? I know you know who I am. Why are you letting me be here? Why are you even talking to me right now?
- [pauses]
- Angela Moss: None of this makes any sense.
- Phillip Price: Well, be that as it may, I... I find you refreshing. You're young, bold, exactly what we need right now.
- Angela Moss: [laughs] Come on!
- Phillip Price: What?
- Angela Moss: There has to more than that.
- Phillip Price: Oh, you're still thinking about this morning. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head. Between you and me, I was glad he killed himself. He was not a very good person. He had a gambling problem. He drank too much. Most notably, he was weak. His instincts left a lot to be desired. Oh, I despise people like that. In fact, I felt the world was a little better off knowing he wasn't in it anymore. Uh, I believe even his family will benefit from this, in the long run.
- Allsafes CFO: Gideon, I handle the money. It's always going to be a depressing conversation.
- Mr. Robot: You're not real. And what? You are? Is any of it real? I mean, look at this! Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of food. Brain-washing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You wanna talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit! A kingdom you've lived in for far too long. So, don't tell me about not being real! I'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.