There's just no stopping in a white zone. –Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend, we both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion. –It's really the only sensible thing to do. If its done safely, therapeutically there's no danger involved.
The Red Zone has always been for loading and unloading. There's never stopping in a White Zone. –Don't tell me which zone is for stopping and which zone is for loading! –Listen, Betty, don't start up with your White Zone shit again.
The White Zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the Red Zone. –The White Zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the Red Zone.
How may I help you? –You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. And you can give me a fucking automobile. A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick. Four fucking wheels and a seat! –I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me. –And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now. –May I see your rental agreement? –I threw it away. –Tsk. Oh boy. –'Oh boy,' what? –You're fucked.
There is no way that we are going on a plane to meet some woman who could be a crazy, sick lunatic. Didn't you see Fatal Attraction?! –You wouldn't let me! –Well I saw it! And it scared the shit out of me. It scared the shit out of every man in America!
The Grid. A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer. What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles? Were the circuits like freeways? I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see. And then, one day... –You got in! –Heh, heh, that's right, man. I got in.