Incorrect Johnny Silverhand Quotes

“Never pissed myself, V. Not even once. Wanna know my secret? Leather pants. Pack it all in there nice’n tight, s’like puttin’ a cork in the thing. ‘Sides, even if it did happen, ain’t nothin’ gonna show. Not that it ever did, V. And no, I did not wear underwear. Shit may be packed in, but it’s still gotta breathe, y’know?”

“Fuck V, you seriously let Judy talk to a shrink? That psychobabble bullshit’s just another way corpos get in your head, convince you to keep on the straight ‘n narrow. Mark my fuckin’ words, this time next month she’ll be riding that egg-head’s cock and callin’ him her savior for showing her to lose the ink and get with his two-point-five kids, picket fence cult.”

“Y’think Mikoshi was bad, V? Try havin’ your likeness turned into a fuck ugly vinyl statue that’s gonna sit in a box on some pasty corpo-bottomfeeder’s shelf for the next 15 years before bein’ tossed in the dump. All this time, didn’t even need a fancy fuckin’ AI to rip someone's soul out from ‘em. ‘Cause that, right there? That’s a fate far worse.”

“Don’t say ‘sleep is for the weak’ like it’s some kinda joke. Never been truer words spoken. Think anyone actually needs their corpo-mandated eight hours a night? Nah, sleep’s how they tie you to their fuckin’ millstone, get you livin’ on their endless treadmill—sleep, work, sleep, repeat. ‘Fore you know it they’ve ground out your whole fuckin’ life into their pattern. S’why I’d only ever sleep durin’ the day. Gotta stick it to ‘em somehow.”

“Names ain’t no jokin’ matter, V, ‘specially if it’s a name you chose yourself. Hell, should know this already, but I guess not everyone dropped their name like a used condom after decidin’ one day they didn’t like the feel of it no more. No, some of us had our name ripped away from us, chewed up, ground under corpo boot-heel ‘till it was nothin’ but dust. So, think you’re bein’ cute with this Jared Silverware, Jordan Sparkletips shit? Plain deadnamin’ me, is all.”

“Cats’re a lot like corpos, y’know. Don’t do shit for work, think they’re better’n you, make it everyone else’s problem. Killers, all of ‘em, an’ like to play with their food. If there’s one thing worse’n a cat, though, it’s a dog. Blind loyalty to the death of all else. Saw ‘nough of that back in the war. Hell, nearly turned into one myself. Don’t be a dog, V. That’ll get’ya killed faster’n any biochip. So this puppygirl shit? Drop it. Makes me sick.”

“Playin’ video games, now? Gotta know that shit’s a psyop built to reel in the minds of each new generation. Makes all their shiny toys seem fuckin’ nova, don’t it? But I’ve known the real deal, eatin’ dirt and shit on their front lines. Trust me, ain’t nothin’ fun and games ‘bout that. An’ the scop you’re jackin’ into’s ‘bout as real as the tits on a joytoy.”

“Marriage... nothin’ but an institution created to lock us together in neat lil packages, keep us under their thumb. When you put that ring on your finger, say those vows, ain’t just tyin’ yourself to your partner. Tyin’ yourself to the whole goddamn system. So yeah, V. I don’t support gay marriage. Don’t support marriage at all.”

“Y’know, lotta my groupies back in the day were chicks with a dick. Couldn’t really give a shit what they were packin’ long as the sex was good. But if they got the surgery, it was all over. Plastic puss just ain’t the same as the real thing.”

“You wanna watch a superhero flick? Let’s get one thing straight. All that capeshit’s nothin’ but scop designed to hollow out your brain and fill it with corpo messaging. Used to be, you wanted superheroes, had to put on a cape yourself and deal out vigilante justice. Now, they’ve packaged that justice and sold it back to us, an’ you’re sittin’ there, eyes closed, mouth open, ready to guzzle down every last drop. Superheroes? What’s next, V? Gonna jump off the top of a megabuilding to see if you can fly?”