Category: Sneakers

Cosmo: There is a war out there, old friend. A World War. And its not about who’s got the most bullets, its about who controls the information. What we see and hear, how we work, what we think. Its all about the Information.

Carl: Hey, that’s not easy, what I just did!

Cosmo: There I was in prison. And one day I help a couple of older gentlemen make some free telephone calls. They turn out to be, let us say, good family men.
Martin Bishop: Organized crime?
Cosmo: Hah. Don’t kid yourself. It’s not that organized.

Cosmo: Pollution. Crime. Drugs, poverty, disease, hunger, despair–we throw gobs of money at them and problems only get worse. Why is that? Because money’s most powerful ability is to allow bad people to continue doing bad things at the expense of those who don’t have it.
Martin Bishop: I agree. Now who did you say you were working for?
Cosmo: Oh, that’s just my day job.

Cosmo: Who else is going to change the world, Marty? Greenpeace?

Mother: We got bubkes! We turn ourselves in now, they’ll give us twenty years in the electric chair!

Cosmo: The world isn’t run by weapons anymore, or energy, or money. It’s run by little ones and zeroes, little bits of data. It’s all just electrons.

Bishop: You know I could have been in the NSA, but they found out my parents were married.

Crease: Now what are you saying, the NSA killed Kennedy?
Mother: No, they shot him but they didn’t kill him. He’s still alive.

Carl: It’s fascinating what 50 bucks will get you at the county recorder’s office. Playtronics Corporate Headquarters, the complete blueprints.
Bishop: Very good. Very good, Carl. Where’d you get the 50 bucks?
Carl: Took it from Mother’s wallet.
Bishop: Good.

Cosmo: You will give me the box, right now, or I will kill you, right now.