"Narrator: [reading blue text over black screen] The war was over. The only survivors were street animals: dogs, cats and rats. From them, a new race of mutants evolved. That was a long time ago... [thunder crashes, text then scrolls] Mok, a legendary super-rocker, has retired to Ohmtown. There, his computers work at deciphering an ancient code which would unlock a doorway between this world and another dimension. Obsessed with his dark experiment, Mok himself searches for the last crucial component... [as scrolling text fades, next line zooms on screen] a very special voice."

"Sometimes these brothers of mine really burn my buns, too! They keep this place locked up tighter than a hummingbird's tweet."

"Just remember, Omar: it's not Ohmtown, it's Nuke York."

"Get a grip on yourself, Dizzy...uh-oh. We're not gonna die...oh yes, we are...!"

"That was my car...my wheels...my Voltage wagon!"

"If I can sing it up, I can sing it back."

"Now I have revealed exactly why I'm here. I'll be your Angel, if you want to see... how perfect...sharing love with an angel can be."

"[apologising to Toad] I'm sorry...dogbreath!"

"Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you."

"Life perpetuates itself through diversity, and this includes the ability to sacrifice itself when necessary. Cells repeat the process of degeneration and regeneration until one day they die, obliterating an entire set of memory and information. Only genes remain. Why continually repeat this cycle? Simply to survive by avoiding the weaknesses of an unchanging system."

"What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror. Then we shall see face to face."

"As revenge for the fact that two of my men were killed, I even set it up so he would shoot his own son – through a door."

"What we really need, Togusa, is not sharpshooting skills, so much as the ability to get close enough to make sure the enemy can be killed. If you want to play at long-range sniping, you can always go shoot an elephant at 500 miles with a miniature cruise missile..."

"Maybe someday your "maker" will come... haul you away, take you apart, and announce the recall of a defective product. What if all that's left of the "real you" is just a couple of lonely brain cells, huh?"

"So what happens if she turns over in her sleep? Won't her ghost separate from her body?"

"Well, I guess cyborgs like myself have a tendency to be paranoid about our origins."

"There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience. I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries."

"When I float weightless back to the surface, I'm imagining I'm becoming someone else. ... It's probably the decompression."

"Just a whisper. I hear it in my ghost."

"If we all reacted the same way, we'd be predictable, and there's always more than one way to view a situation. What's true for the group is also true for the individual. It's simple: overspecialize, and you breed in weakness. It's slow death."

"It found a voice... now it needs a body"

"Who are you? Who slips into my robot body and whispers to my ghost?"

"Mamoru Oshii's Animated Thriller"

"People love machines in 2029 A.D."

"Tough chick needs backup? Since when did she ever need a hand?"

"Jesus Christ, what a mess! You didn't have to go that far."

"Yes siree, the excitement never stops."

"When I die, since I'm a real skeptic, I'm gonna gripe to the Lord and make sure I get back my original investment when I'm reincarnated..."

"Hm... pressure sensitive triggers and a gorgon mine? Or is it a dummy...? Either way, what a waste! I ought'a take it home as a souvenir."

"Nice indeed. Everything's accounted for, except your old shell."

"You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst."

"I guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it."

"You and the chief are the only ones out of the whole section whose bodies don't come with a warranty."

"That's all it is: information. Even a simulated experience or a dream; simultaneous reality and fantasy. Any way you look at it, all the information that a person accumulates in a lifetime is just a drop in the bucket."

"And where does the newborn go from here? The net is vast and infinite."