Dark Angel

Max (to assumed transgenics): Let's skip the Manticore handshake and cut to the chase. You and your playmates have been naughty little transgenics, not to mention stupid. Maybe I should just bend you over my knee.

Logan: You don't have to be scared. Rain: I'm not scared of anything. Max: Maybe you should be. Rain: Maybe you should be. Max: Why? You going to hit my fist with your face again?

Marrow: You are fooling yourself if you think you can go on hiding. Sooner or later, the world is going to realize that we are out there, and that we are better than they are. The time will come when they will declare war on our kind, and when they do I'm going to have my own private army to protect me. See, those kids out there, they would do anything for me – fight, kill, even die. They love me. Max: Love you? Marrow: Well, they can't live without me. Isn't that the same thing?

Alec: Where's my clipboard? Where's my clip…I left it at my last run. Normal: Honestly, you young people would lose a large intestine if it wasn't attached to you.

Joshua: Joshua sees life go by through window. Life looks back...and screams at Joshua.

Max: Logan, what happened? What's up? Logan: Up is right. The thing flies. Max: What flies? Logan: Another creature. Wingspan of a jet. The thing breathes fire. Titanium claws, some kind of screeching thing that makes peoples' heads explode…(laughs as Max begins to look skeptical)

Max: Well, I'll just kick it and be a regular girl, then. Logan: A regular girl. What fun is that?

Joshua: I thought they would understand. So I took off my helmet, and they didn't understand, Max. They were just like, "Ahhh! Ohh! Oh my God, dude, look at him! He's got a dog face! He's got a dog face! I'm trippin'! Are you trippin'? I'm trippin'!" "Sorry! Sorry!" "I'm trippin'! Oh my God!"

Logan: But he believed it. They all did...except for Max, and eleven of her brothers and sisters. They wanted out so much they escaped, and they've spent the last eleven years defending their freedom with their lives. That barcode on the back of their necks? That was put there to keep track of them, like a brand. So when she sees someone like you, eager to be a slave, wearing it...it kills her inside.

Janis: Great. We got some buffalo wings coming. Joshua: Buffalo wings? Janis: Chicken wings. Joshua: Ah, chicken with buffalo in his cocktail.