The Net (1995)
[discussing the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's"]
Jack: When I was about thirteen, I had this sort of identity crisis. I used to think I was one of the characters.
Angela: You thought you were Audrey Hepburn?
Jack: No. I used to think I was the cat.
Angela: I just don't, I don't understand. Why me? Why me? I am nobody. I am nothing. They knew, they knew everything about me. They knew. They knew what I ate, they knew what I drank, they knew what movies that I watch, they knew, they knew, they knew what, where I was from, they knew what cigarettes I used to smoke, and, and, and everything they, they did, they must have watched on the, on the Internet, I don't know, watched my credit cards? Our whole lives are on the computer, and they knew, they knew that I could be vanished. They knew that nobody would care, that nobody would understand, and that you would, that it wouldn't matter anymore.
Angela: So, what's this for?
[showing Jack his gun]
Jack: It's uh... it's for shark fishing.
Angela: Shark fishing... with a silencer?
Jack: Yeah. You certainly seem to know your ordinance.
Angela: Colorado. You grow up with guns.
Angela: Just think about it. Our whole world is sitting there on a computer. It's in the computer, everything: your, your DMV records, your, your social security, your credit cards, your medical records. It's all right there. Everyone is stored in there. It's like this little electronic shadow on each and everyone of us, just, just begging for someone to screw with, and you know what? They've done it to me, and you know what? They're gonna do it to you.
Angela: For future reference you should know that the living tend to interest me just a little more than the dead do.
Angela: You know the story. I thought I was lonely, and he forgot he was married.
Dr. Alan Champion: I figured you'd be hungry, so I stopped on the way over. I got your favorite, Chinese.
Angela: Um, it's your favorite. I never really cared for it, remember?
Dr. Alan Champion: Ah, it's immaterial, I knew it was somebody's favorite.
Jack: Computers are your life, aren't they?
Angela: Yes. The perfect hiding place.
Jack: God, we're pathetic, aren't we?
Angela: Excuse me?
Jack: Well, we're here. We're sitting on the most perfect beach in the world, and all we can think about is-...
Angela: "Where I can hook up my modem?"
Jack: Yeah, exactly.
[Angela's working on her computer]
Jack: Is that business or pleasure?
Angela: Is there a difference?
Jack: Not a great deal if you're a hacker.
Devlin: What were you trying to do? Save the world?
Angela: No. Not the world, just myself.
[On a friend of Alan Champion's, who works for the FBI]
Angela Bennett: Do you trust him?
Dr. Alan Champion: Sure, I trust him. I used to hold his head over the toilet at frat parties.
IceMan: No one leaves the house anymore. No one has sex. The Net is ultimate condom.
Cyberbob: So what do U want in a man?
Angela Bennett: Butch, beautiful, brilliant, Captain America meets Albert Schweitzer. Spends all day dashing into fray while making world safe for democracy; at night playing Bach cantatas while curing cancer.
Cyberbob: Settle for a guy who puts the seat down?
Jack: I reckon you've got to try a few things in life without a safety net. How else are you gonna know you're alive?
Angela: Well, I take my share of risks. Uh-huh. Um, I don't always floss. I rip the tags off my pillows.
Jack: If you'll excuse me, it's, it's time to make the world safe for democracy.
Dr. Alan Champion: This is bizarre. I haven't seen you in so long. What are we even doing here?
Angela: Um, I just figured you would be safe.
Dr. Alan Champion: Oh great, so I've gone from being a self-centered asshole to safe. Thank you very much.
Angela: No, I just figured that they couldn't, um, trace me to you and that your, your patient records are confidential, right?
Dr. Alan Champion: My patient records! Yeah, I knew I had my subtle charms.
[Alan holds up martini glasses]
Dr. Alan Champion: Guess what time it is? Gibsons! Almost. We have no onions, so we'll have to use these: Seldane, the antihistamine of champions.
Dr. Alan Champion: You know, what's frightening me is, I'm starting to think that you're not delusional.
Dr. Alan Champion: Will you be handling the outpatient care, nurse?
Angela: Well, do you mind?
Dr. Alan Champion: Visions of sponge baths dance in my head.
Jeff Gregg: [on TV] Prank? Short sheeting a bed is a prank. These Praetorians could do serious damage to the economy. There's LAX, Wall Street...
Mrs. Raines: How did you get across the border without a passport?
Angela Bennett: I had a temporary issued!
Mrs. Raines: Do they do that? I don't think they do that
Angela Bennett: Oh, God, this is ridiculous!
[Angela, who already sent the incriminating info to the FBI at the last second, is approached and caught by Devlin and Marx]
Jack: [shoves Angela over] Get away from the computer. What did think you were trying to do? Save the world?
Angela Bennett: No. Not the world. Just myself.
Jack: Ah, I'm afraid it's too late for that. The offer's been withdrawn.
Angela Bennett: Um, you might wanna look at the screen, because everything on that disk was just sent to the FBI. Everything.
Angela Bennett: So... proof that the Gatekeeper program has a back door.
Jack: [convinced] My, my.
Angela Bennett: Proof that Bergstrom and Dale's murder were orchestrated by Gregg.
Jack: [to Ruth] Watch her.
Jack: The beauty of the Gatekeeper system is that we can get in and out of the FBI like it's the Public Library. It's a beautiful system.
Ruth Marx: Let's finish the work and get the hell outta here. These people make me nervous.
Jack: No harm done. Everything you done will be wiped out by just escaping the system.
Angela Bennett: [dares Devlin to press the "Escape" button] Really?
[Devlin presses the "Escape" button, not realizing until too late that the virus disk was in the hard drive, causing the virus to devour the mainframe, the Gatekeeper program, and Gregg's "Prateorians" unit]
Ruth Marx: [shocked] Goddamn it, you're in the mainframe. It's eating through Gregg's entire system. Do something!
Ruth Marx: Devlin, It's a virus eating through the Gatekeeper program.
[Angela slips out from their clutches]
Ruth Marx: There's gonna be nothing left. Everything will be destroyed!