Max: Regine, you chewed him up and spit him out and told me to call him.
Regine: No, I didn't say that. I said you could call him. Khadijah you were there.
Khadijah: No, no, I ain't got nothin' to do with it.
Max: Your exact words were: "Go ahead, call him."
Regine: And you took that as a "yes?"
Max: Now what are you gettin' so worked up about? You didn't even like him.
Regine: That's not the point, the point is, you broke the rules. You're supposed to let it cool off for one-third of the total dating time or one month for each year, whichever's shorter.
Khadijah: If only you used your powers for good.
Max: Regine, this is New York in the 90's the only rules of dating are: five locks on the door and keep the stun gun on your side of the bed.
Regine: Please, now that is just the dumbest logic I ever heard. No wonder you can't win a case.
Max: I win plenty. And at least I got a job. What kind of job do you have? Shopping.
Regine: I'm a buyer for a boutique.
Regine: Well someone needs to shop for your non-dressin' behind.
Max: This is ridculous. I can't believe you're gonna let a man effect our friendship.
Regine: No, I'm not. Because we don't have a friendship!
(Kyle knocks on the door, comes in, shuts the window)
Kyle: And the woman in 3-B thinks Max is right. (Leaves)