These are the cheapest things I own, yet they're my favorite. Tyrell would always do what was necessary... and at the end of that, I would receive a gift. That's why I know he's alive. That's why he's been calling me. That's why he sent me this phone. Because he's doing what's necessary.


I don't want to leave her.

Elliot [about Angela]

Why isn't she saying anything? Is she trying to get inside my head? I still feel like she can hear us.

Elliot [about Joanna Wellick]

Is there a pocket of the world you don't have a hand in? Trading countries like playing cards?

Terry Colby

Politics is for puppets.

Philip Price

How can I return to normal when the SUV belonging to the man I murdered is parked outside my apartment? "Normal." I have no normal.


Hello, "Ollie."

Joanna [to Elliot]

It began as a failure. Everything. My existence. I should recognize that. Accept it. For me, there's no such thing as normalcy. My dead father appears and disappears at will. I talk to you, an invisible friend. I'd ask if you're normal, but you never talk back.


Xun: He brought him.
Whiterose: Who?
Xun: Elliot.
Whiterose: You met him? What did he say?
Xun: He wanted to know what Stage 2 is.
Whiterose: That doesn't make sense. Stage 2 is his plan.

You see, I'm a mercenary. I don't play fair. I play what I want. You deal with a mercenary, then all decorum gets tossed out the window. So you go ahead with your cute threats and your watch beeps. Order will not protect you anymore, my friend. I will rain chaos, even if it hurts me. Because I would rather see you lose than win myself. Oh. That's all the time I have.

Philip Price

Elliot! Come back to earth.


Init 5. Return to normal. Is it possible to return after 86 days in a 6x9 foot box? Init 5 is supposed to bring color and sound. Instead, the world's gray and quiet.


Mr. Robot Quotes

Hello, friend. Hello, friend? That's lame. Maybe I should give you a name, but that's a slippery slope. You're only in my head. We have to remember that. Shit.


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 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.

Mr. Robot