When Ray White is getting in the car the car window is half open, but in the next shot when they are driving away it's closed.
Logan (on the phone): I've read about the work you've been doing and I thought you might be able to help...a virus... genetically targeted to a specific gene sequence…(chuckling) Yeah, it's mine, actually... because someone wanted me dead? Doctor, please don't hang up, I am not a nut and I'm willing to pay you a lot of money... Hello?
Alec: Actually, I came to see you. I, uh, scored a sweet deal on some ham hocks. My buyer fell through on me. You want 'em?
Joshua: I don't have any money.
Alec: Oh, that's all right. Take it as an 'I'm sorry' for trying to kill you that one time.
Logan (about the book Max is borrowing): Organic chemistry?
Max: Bedtime reading.
Max (about Lydecker): Yeah, well, you spend ten years of your life running from someone you kind of miss not having them around.
Logan: At least you still have White.
Max: Good ol' Ames. Somehow it's not the same with him.
Max: We've got a lead on who took your son. We can find him for you.
White: You'd do that? Why?
Max: I'm not doing it for you. You deserve whatever pain life can give you. But your wife and son don't. They shouldn't have to suffer for what you've done.
Logan: All I can figure is that Manticore, or some precursor to Manticore, has been around a lot longer than we ever realized.
Max: They weren't doing genetic engineering back in Mesopotamia. Didn't exactly have the hardware.
Alec: Max will get over it, alright. You know why? Because underneath that sado-masochistic leather and that tough girl image, she's nothing but a big softie.
White: Pain is a phantom of the mind.
Rita: Yeah. Um, I told your representative you could have the painting back if you'd just ask for it in person.
Joshua: Here I am, in person. Give it back!
Alec: You know, but just, uh, tell her you lost the papers. Tell her, uh, I don't know, tell her your dog ate 'em. Tell her you ate 'em.
Rita: An artist burns bright for an instant, and then extinguishes like a scrape of phosphorus.
Alec: Well, call it his Blue Period. It'll be worth a fortune.
Max: Bad things happen to bad people too!
Alec: Look, Josh, you're a great artist, apparently. But you're also, to be frank, a dog-boy.
Wendy: Truth is, he doesn't care much for Eyes Only. Thinks what you people do is...subversive.
Joshua: Virus bitch going down?
Title: Medium Is The Message
The title is a reference to the oft-quoted "The medium is the message", by H. Marshall McLuhan (1911-1980), a Canadian author, teacher, and intellectual. McLuhan's statement, made in 1966, referred to his destain of television, and the fact that television producers didn't really care what was being said, only that people watched.