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Max: You know what really pisses me off? (Punching the X7 version of herself) When a poser bites my stilo.
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Madame X: Listen to that. That's strong isn't it? That is the heart of a soldier. A leader. A martyr.
Max: Turn it off
Madame X (turning up the volume on the monitor): He was quite a man, your brother, Zack. He must've loved you very much (sound of a heart beating) to make this sacrifice.
Max: Turn it off!
Madame X: But isn't it comforting to know that a part of him lives on in you? And that you've both come home to us? To me?
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Madame X: Prep her for harvesting.
Zack: No! (Zack breaks out of his restraints, snaps a guards neck, grabs his gun and goes after Madame X) Bring her back!
Surgeon: Her heart's too badly damaged.
Zack: Then transplant her.
Surgeon: There's nothing in the donor bank.
Zack: Then you need a donor.
Madame X: It won't do her any good. She's an X5. She needs an X5 heart.
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Max: Hello, my sistah. (She walks down the steps)
Sketchy: Hey, so where do you guys know each other from?
Max: We go way back.
Sketchy: What, like, high school? (Max fills both Syl and Sketchy's glasses with the last of the beer)
Syl: Uh, more like boarding school.
Sketchy: All-girl?
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Krit: So you broke into his house? (As Max fills up Krit's glass of beer) And you liked that?
Logan: Well, she went for the good stuff. I could tell she had taste.
Max: The black cat suit didn't hurt, either.
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(After handcuffing Brin's leg and arm to the cage door)
Max: Someday you'll thank me for this
Brin: You have no idea what you're doing. That's us back there.
Max: No, that's us out there! Come with me.
Brin: Never.
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Syl: What happens if we run into Brin in there?
Lydecker: She'll kill you without a second thought. The sister that you knew doesn't exist anymore - she's dead.
Max: No, she isn't - she's alive and that means that we still have a chance to get her back.
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Max: Chow down, my grunts. Mess is on. (She sets 3 pizza boxes down on the table)
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Lydecker (referring to his wife who was one of the models for Max's design): You have her eyes.
Max (grabbing Lydecker by the throat): Don't you ever look at me like that again. Ever.
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Syl: Say we can breach the perimeter and get inside the building...how are we going to get in the lab and lay the charges? This thing's a lock box.
Max: And I've got to figure when they put out the hit on you, they probably yanked your clearance.
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Van Soldier #1: We just got a hit. She's close.
(He looks at the monitor)
Van Soldier #2: Real close.
(The back door opens up revealing Max and Krit)
Max: Hey, boys. Looking for me?
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Zack: This is crazy, Max. We've made it this far by staying under the radar, blending in.
Max: Always on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder. You said it yourself. They'll never stop looking for us. They'll hunt us down one by one until we're either dead or in a cage. It's time to bring this war home.
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(After Max pulls Lydecker out of the vehicle)
Syl: Look what the cat dragged in.
Max (to Lydecker): You said you needed a few perfect soldiers...well, here we are.
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Zack: Syl, Krit, what do you got?
Krit: Packs a punch, but I've only got 40 rounds.
Zack: I'll track some more down. What about you, little sister?
Syl: Russian-made RGN-3s fragmentation pattern explosion.
Zack: Nice.
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Madame X: That X5 is mine.
Lydecker: You think I'm going to let you have her?
Madame X: Well, what are you going to do? You're a dead man.
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Zack: Fight them, Maxie. Promise me you'll fight them. X5/599. I've got a heart for you.
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Original Cindy: Damn, that's some sibling rivalry.
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Max: Got a bad feeling you were going to tell me . . . you were my . . .
Lydecker: Father? I would never presume to pollute the gene pool.
Max: I can't tell you what a relief that is for me. I mean what a cliché that'd be. Huh?
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Zack: (to Lydecker) You so much as breathe wrong, there'll be four of us to take you out.
Logan: Make that five.
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Max: Is this some kind of new torture thing? Lock people up in a cheap motel and babble at them until they crack?
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Lydecker: You got a real set of brass ones.
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Lydecker: No maid service. No wake-up call. No mints on the pillow.
Motel Clerk: No worries. We pride ourselves as much on our discretion as we do on our lack of amenities.