Dark Angel Season 1 Episode 19

Max (referring to Logan's uncle Jonas): I thought he was one of the right-wing support-your-local-sector-police, neo-Republican idiots.
Logan: He is... but he cares deeply about money and if there's even a hint of scandal involving one of his products it could hurt his sales.

Kid with red hat: Dead guy under there.
Kid with black baseball cap: We know. He's the foul line.

(After Sketchy has thrown up)
Sketchy: You're a true friend, Max.
Max: Just don't get it on my shoes.
Man: Hand over your wallets and no one gets hurt.
(Sketchy gets up from the trash can.)
Sketchy: I'll handle this. Piss off.
Man: Oh, you wanna die tonight, skidmark?
Sketchy: Uh, that'd be a negative. Here. (Handing the thug his wallet then he get knocked out. Max takes her hat and flips it around)
Max: See now, you shouldn't have done that 'cause even though he's a drunken idiot he happens to be a friend and I gotta kick your ass.

Sketchy: Hey, guys, check it, (Sketchy takes out his lighter, lights it, takes a sip of his drink and spits it into the flame creating a bigger flame.)
Max: I'm going to get you out of here before you incinerate someone.
Sketchy: Let me finish my worm.
Max: You're done.

Original Cindy: Another thing you got to learn about men is they never stop acting like little boys.
Max: You know what, girl? Sometimes it sounds like you can almost switch teams.
Original Cindy: Let's not get gross.

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.

Jonas: Junior, you watched too many X-Files when you were a boy.

Jonas: Logan...you're up early. I thought you Bohemian types only ventured out when the sun had set.

Phil: Not to be an alarmist here, but can we be certain that these drones aren't being deployed from some other dimension?
Logan: I don't think we're dealing with anything quite so esoteric.

(Phil unzips his pants, turns around and opens his long coat) Max: Wow. Logan: I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at here.

Phil: (to Logan) So, what's the chair do? I mean... (imitates shooting) Or are your powers mostly mental?
Logan: Mostly mental, yeah.
Phil: You're the brains. She's the brawn. What happened? You get bit by a spider? Struck by lightning?
Max: Not that I remember.
Phil: So, what, you're a mutant?
Max: Guess you could say that.

Phil: Aw...damn, got a screw loose.
Max: No argument there.

Mystery Man: Max . . . is that short for Maximum?
Max: Maximum?
Mystery Man: As in maximum force? Ooh! Maximum girl? Woman. I meant maximum woman.

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

Sketchy: ...And we're jumped by a pack of local hard bodies. I throw a few punishers to defend our girl's honor, but these dudes are large and numerous. I go down . . . eventually.

Phil: I can see your future.
Max: Then you must of seen my back turned, 'cause your a wack-job.