His idea of a romantic night out was blowing up Arasaka HQ.

Judy: Wanna guess what?
V: That if I were an animal, I'd totally be a dog. Because I'm cute, loyal and love to lick eeeeeeverything.

V: You do know that grenade's gonna pop one of these days, right? I avoided, but someone else...
Ozob: I know, I know. We will die someday. Least when I do, there'll be fireworks.

V: Used to be a media, didn't you?
Regina: Not hard to guess, but I'll give you a point for perceptiveness.

MaxTech Lieutenant: Melissa Rory, MaxTac senior officer. Please state your nmame and occupation.
Zane: Zane Jagger. I work for Jinguji, an oasis of elegance in-- Sorry. Habit.
V: V, merc. Occasional client of Zane's.
Johnny: Johnny Silverhand. Rock legend, voice in V's head, and also...
V: The fuck, Johnny...

And the spirit of the Lord ame upon him, and he went down to Ashkelon and slew thirty men... plus Tucker Albrach.

Oh V, V... got no sense of reverence... Expect if you found the goddamn Holy Grail, you'd fill it with caramel and Pop-Turds.

V: Don't look like your typical Chinese chef...
Keisuke: And you don't look like a typical fuckin' customer.

Johnny: Sit and rest. Don't need you flatlinin' while we got a job to do.
V: Blah blah blah, fuck Arasaka, blah blah, smash Mikoshi.

Know what? You're starting to remind me of me... fifty years back.
Minus the charisma... and impressive cock.

V, a few Zetatech corpos walked into an auto shop. The punchline - none came back out.

Corporations say the "new" Net is safe and secure - that they've learned from past mistakes. From up their ivory towers everything must look all nice and pretty... But they're wrong. The Net ist just a rusty car with a fresh coat of paint, a heap of dog shit spritzed with perfume.

People imagine it as a great border wall, a one-time solution to protect humanity forever. Whereas it's more like a torn-open trash bag taped over a busted window.

You guys aren't exactly great at rollin' out the welcome mat for outsiders.