Robert Longo directed the movie. William Gibson wrote the screenplay, it is loosely based on his short story of the same title.
Lady: Where is home, Johnny? Johnny: Home? Would you believe I don't even know?
J-Bone: Snatch back your brain, zombie, and hold it!
Scientist: You are Mister... Johnny: Smith. Scientist: You are late. Johnny: Right.
Johnny: Motion detector. In case the natives get restless.
Takahashi: We are Yakuza! I am always available.
J-Bone: Make your own images, get your life back! The human race is waiting for you, zombies!
Ralfi: Not on the head! Don't tell me you hit him on the head?!
Johnny: What'd they upload, Ralfi? The goddamn Library of Congress? Feels like my brain's gonna explode.
Shinji: These days, you see...dead men can tell tales.
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Bodyguard: I'll slit his fucking throat, bitch. Jane: So? The other guy's gonna cut his whole head off.
Jane: How come they want to cut off your head? Usually they just off people around here.
Takahashi:[looking at a tatoo on the man's chest whom he just killed] What does this mean? Shinji: It's Japanese... Takahashi: It's misspelled.
Jane: How do you fit all that shit in your head anyway? Must have been pretty good at memorizing, huh? Johnny: Implant. Wet-wired. I had to dump a chunk of long-term memory. Jane: You had to dump a chunk of what? Johnny: My childhood. Jane: Your childhood? Really? All of it? You can't remember a thing? Johnny: Maybe there's some residual traces. Every now and then there's something, but I can never hold onto it. Jane: That's a seriously weird-ass thing to do. Johnny: Maybe I didn't lose anything I wanted to keep. I needed the space for the job. Jane: You got parents and stuff? Johnny: You got parents and stuff?
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Johnny: I used to have a summer job... breaking and entering.
Street Preacher: You need someone brought to Jesus...or to you? Takahashi: Only one part. His head.
Jane: Man owes me 50 thou', and he's scamming my phone card. Johnny: And it's still our first date.
Street Preacher: I, too, was stricken by the sickness that devours the silver pathways of the soul. But the Lord came to me and I was healed! And made post-human!
Spider: If you're not expected, you're not invited.
Johnny: Everybody and his mother is trying to kill me...if my head doesn't blow up first.
J-Bone: Bounce it off the satellites that Jones hacks for us. Way the navy got him hooked up...he cuts through hard encryption like a knife through butter. Johnny: Code breaker. I can't wait to meet him.