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LOGAN: You have good taste. French, 1920s, attributed to Chitarus.
MAX: Whoever that is.
LOGAN: Oh. So . . .what, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?
MAX: No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer, giver of life who lives forever.

ORIGINAL CINDY: By the way, some of those black-helicopter storm-trooper folks stopped by, asking about a transgenic teenage killing machine. I said you were out.

MAX:Hope is for losers.It's a con job most people trip behind before they get a grip of the cold hard truth.

LOGAN: You know, you were much sweeter when you weren't feeling well.
MAX: The bitch is back.

MAX: I don't want a used ride. I want my motorcycle.
ORIGINAL CINDY: It's just a machine.
MAX: It's an extension of my soul if there is such a thing.

MAX: Oh, please tell me you're not one of those people -- Because a raindrop fell in the ocean 10,000 years ago and a butterfly farted in India, you and I are sitting right here right now enjoying a cup of coffee that tastes like goat piss.
SAM: Anything's possible.
MAX: Unravel this mystery, grasshopper. What’s the sound of one hand hitting you upside your head, hmm?

KENDRA: Max, you can do this. I've watched you tear down and rebuild a motorcycle in under two hours.
MAX: Different skill set.

MAX: We got guys stationed at the east and west exits, the lobby and the roof. From 0900 to 1700, two more posing as repairmen in the apartment across the street.
TINGA: What, the old plumber gag? I thought that went out with J. Edgar Hoover.
MAX: Man loves the classics.

TRUDY: Bathroom's through that door. Master bedroom.
MAX AND LOGAN: Where's the guest bedroom?
MAX AND LOGAN: I snore.

MAX (about the fight): They were just trying to get me to change long distance carriers

KENDRA: I feel almost human.
MAX: Yeah. Me, too.

MAX: You know, only a bored, rich, liberal, white guy would piss away a fortune to prove he wasn't a bored, rich, liberal, white guy.

(The guard doesn't take the bait)
MAX: Great, how'd I get the smart one?

(after Max kicking him) X5-494: What the hell was that?!
MAX: The only kind of physical contact you and I are gonna have.

WHITE: Having a little family reunion?
MAX: You must be the new bad guy in my life.
WHITE: You know, 452, you're much prettier than in your picture.
MAX: Gee, miss the old bad guys already.

LOGAN: So . . . that was Lydecker.
MAX: Yep, my own private Anti-Christ, up close and personal.
LOGAN: Shorter than I imagined.

TECH: I can disarm it. It'll cost you ten grand.
MAX: That the only number you know?

MAX (smiling): Normal, when it comes to a test of wills, you're gonna win, hands down.
ORIGINAL CINDY: 'Cause you the man.
MAX: But at what price? I mean, you're gonna lose half a day tomorrow easy, just getting the toilet paper off the building.

ZACK: You shouldn't leave your window open if you don't want visitors.

NORMAL: Well, well, well . . . so far, your moron colleagues have come up with the following excuses for why you're strolling in here at the crack of noon - you had a dental emergency, your aunt died . . . again, and my personal favorite from this idiot - you were detained by the sector police for practicing witchcraft. Now, would you care to further insult my intelligence?
MAX: I overslept.

MAX: Tough. I'm gonna have a hot bath. His weed's gonna have to chill. I mean, we stole the power first -- it belongs to us.

MAX: How'd you know I'd win?
MIA: 'Cause girls kick ass. That's what the T-shirt says, right?

ALEC: What are the chances he stumbles across an actual Manticore alum that's stupid enough to let him snap a shot?
SKETCHY: Hey, guys. (Snaps a picture of them on his way out)
MAX (to Alec): You were saying?

MAX: What are you doing with Ray?
PRIESTESS: What is necessary.
MAX: Could you be a little more specific? 'Cause I left my copy of Wacky Cult Rituals for Dummies at home.

JONAS: Of course, if you’re shacked up with him, you’re probably one of those free thinkers, too, and think I’m talking through my hat.
MAX (smiling sweetly): Not unless you wear your hat on your ass.

LOGAN: Huh.
MAX: "Huh" as in, "Strange, but I know exactly what it is, huh," or "Huh, what the hell is going on?"

MAX: I drank a bottle of something that said "Tattoos From Within." Was that wrong?

MAX: Two million years of human evolution and this is what we get. You morons.

MOLE: Hey, Max. How'd it go?
MAX: Ever notice how drug dealers have no sense of humor when it comes to money?

MAX: Eyes Only just made himself another enemy.
LOGAN: Well, it was getting a little quiet around here.

MAX: Don't hold up the war on my account.
LOGAN: The world will still be broken in the morning.

MAX: Bring around your muscle queens anytime. I'll be happy to kick their ass.
WHITE: We are not finished.
MAX: Fe'nos tol, bitch.

MAX: Where are we gonna go? I can't stop anyone from leaving, but I'm through running and hiding and being afraid. I'm not gonna live my life like that anymore. Aren't you tired of living in darkness? Don't you want to feel the sun on your face? To have a place of your own where you can walk down the street without being afraid? They made us, and they trained us to be soldiers, to defend this country. It's time for them to face us and take responsibility, instead of trying to sweep us away like garbage. We were made in America and we're not going anywhere. So they call us freaks; who cares? Today I'm proud to be a freak. And today we're gonna make a stand, right here. Who's with me?

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