Dark Angel

(While being taken in to the police station) Original Cindy: Let go of me, you rat-soup-slurpin'...rankle-ass-pepper-gut, no-good-stank-lovin'..donut-eatin', peep-opressin'...po-po-son of a bitch.

Max: I've broken out of worse places than this. Break: The tough act routine might work with the boys...but you could get yourself killed. Max: Coming with me? Break: Thank you no. I have a date tonight. Max: The shoe guy? Break: Mm-hmm. Max: Cute. Break: You won't think so when he's shooting at you.

Officer Miller: Let me ask you this...how much does a strung-out skeez-bag tramp like you go for these days? Break: Ask your wife. Officer Miller: What'd you say? Break: 20 to life. That's what she should get if you ask me. Officer Miller: Yeah, I didn't.

Max: I'm suppose to be a revved-up girl. Truth is, I'm a lemon.

Break: What are you in for? I love saying that, it sounds so tough. Max: Robbery Break: Oh, a real criminal

Cindy: Bottom line - that SOB got what he deserved. He went splat.

Bling: Got a thing for this girl, don't you? Logan: Why does everybody keep saying that?

Cindy: What drugs? Logan: Hey! Cindy: The pills you got Max hooked on live with the Tidy Bowl man now.

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.

Cindy: Max, that's enough. Max. Damn, girl, what's in those pills? Max: Spinach.

Logan: I always knew that underneath that bioengineered, military-issue armor plating there was a beating heart. Max: Let's not go overboard here. I'm not signing up to join the Logan Cale brigade for the defense of widows, small children, and lost animals.