Dark Angel Quotes

Sketchy: In defense of my gender women come into the world with a mission which is to make offspring. Men have to find a mission, create things. Um, space travel. Space travel, the carbureted bong. I personally know this guy who figured out a way to breathe through his anus by threading ordinary aquarium tubing inside his colon.
Max: You know what? I am beginning to think that Normal's right- you are an idiot.

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Max: Just like I thought - it's that idiot in 12B. Where does he get off thinking he can jack our power on bath night?
Kendra: Says he needs it for his space heater so his cannabis crop doesn't die.
Max [removes the power cables and replaces them]: 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.
Kendra: Totally.

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Max: Bruno?! I thought you were dead!
Bruno: I thought you were dead.
Max: Sorry to disappoint.
[He tightens his grip around her waist.]
Max: Oh, great. Now I need another bath.

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Bruno: I'm serious! I gotta call my kid.
Max: You actually have offspring? Is it considered Homo sapiens?

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Logan [on phone, clearly expecting Max]: Hey.
Cindy: Hey.
Logan [surprised]: Hey.
Cindy: You got Original Cindy here.
Logan: Oh. Hey.
Cindy: We already did that.

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Logan: Just get him to the courtroom in one piece so he can talk.
Max: Does he need to have all his teeth?

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Max: Excuse me. The gentleman I checked in with-
Concierge: Your husband?
Max: Yeah. Do you know where he went?
Concierge: I called him a cab. Where is my ten percent?
Max: Ten percent? Of what?
Concierge: Either I get paid, or you don't work this hotel again.
[Max grabs him by the neck and pulls him across the desk.]
Max: You puttin' the touch on the working girls? You think you deserve a piece of the action for sittin' here on your can, lookin' down your nose at them? I don't think so.
Concierge: I can't breathe.
Max: I ever hear about you shaking down my sisters again, I'll come back here and slap you like the bitch that you are. Now where did my husband go?
Concierge: Steel Pole Saloon, Eighth and Pender.
Max [releasing him]: Have a nice night.

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Logan: They got you good.
Max: I need to get my ass kicked once in a while. Just to keep me real.
Logan: These guys aren't going away, Max.
Max: Kinda pesky like that.
Logan: Max...
Max: You don't have to tell me to be afraid. I'm already there.

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Max: Maybe weddings should be held in secret. That way, when the marriage falls apart you haven't spent a whole lot of loot on what was really a big old public humiliation...

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Uncle Jonas: You must think I'm talking through my hat.
Max: Not unless you wear your hat on your ass.

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Gangster: Do you know what defenestration is?
Other guy: Isn't that when you cut all the trees down?

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Sketchy: One thing you can say about Normal is at least he knows who he is.
Cindy: A constipated, crusty, angry, rhythm-free, Republican white man?

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Cindy: Well, what’s in it for me?
Normal: Money. Lots of it... Ten bucks.

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Max: With my DNA I’m pretty much a blood relative to everybody who’s been anybody, ever. Winston Churchill... Einstein... Pocahontas.

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Normal: I can’t believe they actually came through for me.
Duvalier: What you thought, they just was gonna let you die?
Normal: Yes, actually. They don’t like me too much.
Duvalier: I could understand that.

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Woman: So, have you worked in insurance before?
Original Cindy: Technically speaking, no. But remember back in school when you used to play the dozens?
Woman: I'm sorry?
Original Cindy: You know, trading insults. Like, your breath's so bad, when people call you on the phone they hang up. I happen to be blessed with mad verbal skills. Kids used to pay me cash money to come up with dis they could use. So, in a way, I guess you could say I sold insurance against catastrophic tongue failure.

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Logan: [on the answering machine] You've reached the number you dialled.

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Original Cindy [selling insurance over the phone]: Hello? Is this Mr. Rogelio Riquelme? Have you ever worried what might happen to you or your dependants if you were left unable to work due to a disfiguring accident? No, no, don't hang up. Do not hang up this phone. [Sighs] I know you're a busy man, sugar, but let me keep it real for y'all. You lose an arm or a leg and Washington Meridian Insurance is gonna drop 20 large on whatever is left of your ass, which is better than nothin', aiight? Is that your seed I hear crying his little head off? What's his name, boo? And what's little Rogelio and the baby's mamma gonna do if you stone-cold dead? No, daddy, no dolla, dolla. Unless you step to me and plan for that child's future. 'Cause Original Cindy has got you covered all over like foundation makeup on a drag queen.

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Logan: I got a surprise for you... cover your eyes
Max: Is it a new carburettor? It is, isn't it.
Logan: No.
Max: Flowers? Jewellery?
Logan: Since when do you wear jewellery?
Max: I'm open to the idea!
Logan: It's not jewellery. Don't peek.
Max: I'm not!

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Max: [Bleeding from her eyes after inserting the implant] How do I look in red?

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Original Cindy: (selling insurance over the phone) How much if you lost your what? What am I wearing? (hangs up on customer) Freak.

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Original Cindy: This is just one more reason I'm glad I'm a lesbian. We don't put ourselves through all this drama. After the second date, we move in together.

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Max: You called me, right? You remembered my number.
Zack: It's not the same.
Max: Yes, you can do it if you try.
Zack: No, it's different with you. I mean, how could I forget... a single thing about you? How could I?

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

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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.

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Jace: Because I am dumb. I am so damn dumb that it would take ten acts of divine providence to raise me to the level of blissful ignorance. SIR!

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Logan: An X5 assassin in a family way.
Max: How’d it happen?
Vertes: In the usual manner, I suspect.
Max: Sounds like Manticore’s gotten its swerve on since my day.

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Max: Donald Lydecker, wherever you are, you can kiss my genetically-engineered ass!

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Calvin 'Sketchy' Theodore: It's gonna run out before they get to us.
Max: Will you stop?
Sketchy: I really need new shoes, man.
Max: Uh, Sketchy, this line's for gas.
Sketchy: I know. Sky said if I score him a couple gallons of premium, he'd give me a pair of bike tires. Hey, no cutting!
Max: I thought you wanted shoes.
Sketchy: Sky doesn't have shoes. Herbal has shoes.
Max: So you're gonna trade him the tires for the shoes.
Sketchy: Herbal doesn't need tires. He needs a waffle iron for his lady. Original Cindy needs tires.
Max: And Original Cindy has a waffle iron.
Sketchy: No, Normal has a waffle iron. He's gonna swap Original Cindy for some lingerie so she can give it to Herbal for the tires Sky's giving me for the gas, which is how I'm getting my shoes.
Max: Nice. What does Normal want with lingerie?
Sketchy: I'm a businessman. I don't ask questions.

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Sage: Triptophan... I'll get you some milk.
Max: How did you know?
Sage: My aunt's a doctor. She doesn't just give you a glass of milk when you can't sleep- she tells you why it's gonna work.

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