Dark Angel Season 1 Episode 1

Max: Let me get my coat.
Logan: The one you're wearing?

Logan: I'm looking for a young lady who works here.
Normal: Ladies would be elsewhere.

Max: Oh,here it comes. The part where the guy turns everything around, right?
Sketchy: I am a victim here!
Max (sarcastically): Really?

Max: Do guys actually believe these lame self-serving excuses?
Sketchy: Max!
Max: Or do they think that we're just so grateful to have one of you idiots, we'll look the other way which is condescending and arrogant?
Sketchy: Lame. Self-serving. Condescending. Guilty as charged.
Max: You forgot arrogant.

Peter: We trying to ID the perp or your new girlfriend?
Logan: If I'd just gotten my ass handed to me by a size three I'd be inclined to mind my own business.

Logan: Peter!
Max: If he's the side of beef, he's fine. Just give him a minute.

Max: I've got people looking to either put me in a cage for the rest of my life, turn me into a science project or kill me. Probably all three. Now I've managed to drop off the radar screen, and I plan to keep it that way.

Logan: I got an anonymous report a few years ago about a covert genetics lab in the Wyoming mountains-
Max: I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but I'm out, because you're a whack job.
Logan: I located a guy claiming to be a med tech on something called Project Manticore which was using recombinant DNA to produce a superior human...a warrior...an advanced infantry soldier.
Max: Not that I don't enjoy a good urban legend now and then but what does any of this have to do with me?
Logan: The barcode on your neck, Max. I know who you are, and I know who you're running from. There were a couple dozen of these transgenic kids and in '09, a few months before the Pulse, twelve of them escaped.
Max: Twelve?
Logan: I know you're one of those kids, Max.

Max: How'd you find me?
Logan: Wasn't hard.
Max: Question is why?
Logan: You know who I am, where I live. I figured I'd better find out who I'm dealing with in case you were looking to hurt me.
Max: So, you tracked me down. What do you think?
Logan: Too early to tell.

Max: What about the other kids? Anything on them?
Vogelsang: They don't exactly have a search engine for kids with barcodes on their neck; something I'm not even gonna ask about.

Max: Now, America's just another broke ex-superpower looking for a handout and wondering why.

Eyes Only (about Edgar Sonrisa): Journalists who have attempted to expose him have been gunned down in the street. Their blood is the ink of our modern news. Those who've exposed him have vanished. All of that is about to change.

Normal: Ah, ah, ah...little late.
Max: I was on call.
Normal: Yes, well, I want you on call here.
Max: What's the difference if I'm on call here or deployed in the field?
Normal: More like deployed in bed, asleep.
Max: I don't sleep.

Kendra: It sucks.
Max: What sucks?
Kendra: I come home, it's 3 AM, you're still out. I feel like I got hit by a cement truck and you've been up for an hour bouncing around. That, by definition, sucks.
Max: I made you coffee. That ought to help cope with the injustice of the world a little.
Kendra: Thanks, it's starting to kick in. I feel almost human.
Max: (quietly) Yeah, me too.

Normal: You tell Theo if he's not in tomorrow he can start looking for another job.
Max: I don't know how to break this to you, Normal. We're all looking for another job.

Logan: Look around at all this. Built by people who got up every morning, worked hard trying to make a better life. Then the Pulse happened and everyone got scared. They blinked and before they knew it, they turned over the store to a bunch of thugs who were happy to take it off their hands. Overnight, the government, the police, everything intended to protect the people had been turned against them.
Max: So you miss the good old days. Even though there were still poor people who died from diseases when they didn't need to and rich people who still spent obscene amounts of money redecorating the house to match the cat. Those good old days?
Logan: Even if they took it for granted they still had a choice. Now they don't.
Max: So what are you gonna do about it?
Logan: Something.
Max: Personally, I'm more interested in going fast on my motorcycle than giving myself a headache over stuff I can't do anything about.
Logan: You accept the way things are, you're an active participant in making them worse.
Max: Is the social studies class over for today?

Logan: You're a thief?
Max: Girl's got to make a living.

Max: They used to say one nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day. It was sort of a joke until the June morning those terrorist bozos whacked us with an electromagnetic pulse from eighty miles up. You always hear people yappin on how it was all different before the Pulse. Land of milk and honey, blah, blah, blah, blah, with plenty of food and jobs and things actually worked. I was too young to remember so, whatever. The thing I don't get is why they call it a depression. I mean, everybody's broke but they really don't aren't all that depressed. Life goes on.

Max: Fight fire with fire. Threaten to go to her husband.
Sketchy: Who either doesn't care, or could have me killed. Either way, Natalie's still gonna find out.
Max: What happens if you level with her?
Sketchy: Even if she doesn't dump me, which is unlikely, she'd never be able to trust me again.
Max: And why should she?
Sketchy: Look Max, I made a terrible mistake. One I'll never, ever make again. Natalie and I are soulmates. I know that now. She's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I guess it took the thought of losing her for me to understand that.

Max (to Bruno): You think I'm the wack? The fact is, you're the wack.

Max (to Bruno): Sonrisa recruit you off the short bus?

Edgar Sonrisa: Sit!
Max: Not right now.
Edgar Sonrisa: Not right now. Okay...when?
(Max leans forward)
Max: After you get a new personality and lose about 20 years.

Logan: Now come on, Max. First I watch you take-out a 250-pound ex-cop bodyguard without breaking a sweat!
Max: Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.

Max: You're so stupid, the word special comes to mind!

Max: Sometimes it seems like it happened to someone else. Like maybe it was a story I heard. The hardest part is not knowing if any of them made it. But if I knew for sure I was the only one left, it would be worse. At least now I can make up lives for them, like maybe Jondy's a fashion photographer or an architect. The truth is, they'd be just like me, living on the run, always looking over my shoulder. Hope is for losers. It's a con job people trip behind till they finally get a grip on the cold, hard truth. Still, I hope that they're out there somewhere, and that they're okay.

Max: Just thought maybe he'd like some coffee with his saliva.

Max: The escape was not my idea. I mean...escape to what? We didn't know anything else. It was Zack who said we had to leave. So, I guess he saved my life. I didn't think we should separate. But he wouldn't listen. And I never even got a chance to thank him.

Max: I actually kinda feel sorry for guys sometimes.
Original Cindy: Please!
Max: They're prisoners of their genes.

Eyes Only: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city.