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.

Mobley: What do we all do now?
Darlene: Guys, this isn't about what we'll do tomorrow. This is about what we did. I mean, look at all these people. They're free because of us. Because of what we did in this room. We're finally awake. We're finally alive.

You're losing it, kiddo. I'm only supposed to be your prophet. You're supposed to be my God.

Shoe Salesman: You sound just like them. Have some moral fiber and leave their asses. Their practices are well-documented and it's all despicable. Listen, this isn't my business, but don't drink their Kool-Aid.
Angela: Look I just needed a job.
Shoe Salesman: What kind of an excuse is that?
Angela: You don't understand.
Shoe Salesman: You should hear yourself...
Angela: I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I'll try the Prada's next.

You wonder why we're not in high spirits? Maybe it's because our fearless leader goes and shoots up the world and then disappears... yet again. While we're here, cleaning up after him.

Romero

James Plouffe: You want me to be honest?
Reporter: Of course.
James: You're right, absolutely right. The public should be worried. I mean, personally, my life is over. My pension, savings, everything has been in this company since I started here and that's all gone now. Truth is, I've been with the engineering team all week and no one knows how to fix it. In fact, about the only thing they do know for certain is that this will be impossible to fix.

Mr. Robot/Elliot (in mask): Evil Corp, we have delivered on our promise as expected. The people of the world who have been enslaved by you have been freed. Your financial data has been destroyed. Any attempts to salvage it will be utterly futile. Face it: you have been owned. We at fsociety will smile as we watch you and your dark souls die. That means any money you owe these pigs has been forgiven by us, your friends at fsociety. The market's opening bell this morning will be the final death knell of Evil Corp. We hope as a new society rises from the ashes that you will forge a better world. A world that values the free people, a world where greed is not encouraged, a world that belongs to us again, a world changed forever. And while you do that, remember to repeat these words: "We are fsociety, we are finally free, we are finally awake!"

In that moment, it's just you and absolute power. Nothing else. That moment stayed with me. I thought I'd feel guilty for being a murderer but... I don't. I feel wonder.

Tyrell

Angela: I'm not working there. They killed my mother.
Terry Colby: Every fast food joint around the corner delivers diabetes to millions of people. Philip Morris hands out lung cancer on the hour, every hour. I mean hell, everyone is destroying the planet beyond the point of no return. Are you really going to start taking all of these things so personally?
Angela: Maybe I will. Maybe someone has to.
Terry Colby: A suggestion? If you want to change things, perhaps you should try from within.

Mr. Robot: This anger was never at me, it was at you. Please, Elliot, you don't have to be angry at yourself anymore. Just let it go. Please let it go.
Elliot: You're right. I was angry, I was angry at myself. I hated myself for doing what I did to you. I'm ready to let go.

Tyrell: Phillip please don't do this. I was on a track.
Phillip: There was a moment, a point in your recent past, a mistake, a compulsion, a decision, something that led you to this point right now. My only advice to you is to find that moment, understand it; it's the only way to reconcile this failure with yourself.

Joanna: I didn't think it was possible to love anyone so much again. He reminds me of her.
Tyrell: Who?
Joanna: She was a girl, but still. They look similar.
Tyrell: Who are you talking about?
Joanna: I was fifteen. It was all so... functional, the process. A lot of forms, address filing... signatures. You'd think I was signing up for a mobile plan. Her parents seemed nice. At the time anyway. I hope they stayed that way.
Tyrell: Why didn't you tell me?
Joanna: I didn't tell anyone who didn't need to know. I try everyday to erase that moment. It was cruel what I did. I try to forgive myself. I try to forget. Both seem impossible.

Mr. Robot Season 1 Quotes

Krista: What is it about society that disappoints you so much?
Elliot: Oh, I don't know. Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it's that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit. The world itself's just one big hoax.

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.

Elliot