Elliot: You're the same.
Tyrell: What the fuck are you talking about?
Mr. Robot: We are definitely not the same.

I don't know what's gotten into you. We're supposed to be gods together, yet you want to destroy our destiny? You're not making sense.


This is where we get into trouble. You're meant to know only as much as you can handle. When you wander outside of your realm is when we end up fighting.

So we sat back and waited. They call it the python approach. They'll lie and wait for the right moment to strike. You know some can go up to a year without eating? Patient predator.


Angela: Don't let anyone near him. I should be the first person he sees when he wakes up.
Tyrell: Okay.
Angela: Tyrell, you did what needed to be done.
Tyrell: I love him.
Angela: I do, too.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.


Believe what you want, but neither you nor I are special. I've already learned that lesson.


They all think it's me. They all think I'm the ringleader. The one in charge. And I have no idea what it is.


I wanted you to feel what I felt. I wanted to give you hope that I could step on.

Scott Knowles [to Joanna]

Of all the gifts you've been sending me, I've gotta say -- this one got me the wettest.

Joanna [to Scott]

You're gonna wanna talk to me. We're not so different. We're both Jersey girls. I know it's hard for you to believe this right now, but trust me -- by the end of this day, you and I are going to be best friends.

Dom [to Darlene]

It's one thing to question your mind. It's another to question your eyes and ears. But then again, isn't it all the same? Our senses just mediocre inputs for our brain? Sure, we rely on them, trust they accurately portray the real world around us. But what if the haunting truth is they can't? That what we perceive isn't the real world at all, but just our mind's best guess? That all we really have is a garbled reality, a fuzzy picture we will never truly make out?