Khadijah: Max, you're holding onto Kyle. You two been drinking again?
Synclaire: Look at her. She's just waiting for you to ask her to stay.
Khadijah: Now how can you tell?
Synclaire: Because I'm looking with my heart.
Khadijah: Well, take your heart to Lens Crafters, 'cause I ain't seeing it!
Kyle: Come on, now, Max. You're making way too much of this.
Max (Gasps): I could have died. That could have been it. Maxine Shaw--case closed.
Max: When I saw that gun swing in my face, it came to me in a flash. You never know how much time you have left on this earth. Kyle! What can I get for you? What can I buy for you? What can I do for you?
Overton: Well, all right, then!
Max: Is this really gonna happen?
(Kyle looks her in the eye and takes her hand.)
Kyle: It's been happening.
(Pulls her to him and kisses her.)
Kyle: You know, Max, you could get addicted.
Max: Please. You may never leave.
Max: When you called and cancelled, I was upset. Like I'd been stood up by a real date.
Kyle: Well, uh, this kind of feels like a real date.
Max: Yeah. Truth be told, I've been developing a sort of sick curiosity about you.
Kyle: Well, uh, I must admit to a certain perverse fascination with your inner workings.
Max: All right, Kyle! I don't know who you think you are, but I did not spend all day cooking, cleaning and hanging pictures for the first time so that you could cancel on me at the last minute.
Kyle: But, see...
Max: But nothing! I've had enough of this humility crap. You saved my life, and there is such a thing as being gracious.
Max: Max my ass! I've got a roast that's ready, a salad that's going to wilt, and candles I plan to light. So you are coming to my house, I'm gonna stuff food down your throat and you will feel thanked! Is that clear?
Overton: Max, you seem to have a lot of energy. Could you help us with this box?
Regine: So, where you from? What do you do?
Zina: I'm from the Bronx, and I work.
(After Regine leaves)
Zina: Ooh. Now I understand why y'all are getting rid of her. At-ti-tude. Did she say "smooches?"
Max: Well, at least let me make you dinner.
Khadijah: You're going to cook?
Max: Yes? Yes, yes, yes! I'm gonna cook!
Synclaire: Oh, Khadijah, look. Look. All the good kitchen stuff belonged to Regine. She even took the lemon zester. Now we'll never know what it does.
Synclaire: When Buddy was a puppy, he ran away. I was so upset that I took a cigarette out of my mother's purse. Turns out Buddy was just at the groomer's, but it was too late. I was already a slave to the demon nicotine.
Overton: Um, honey...snugglepuss, that was a long time ago.
Synclaire: But Regine's moving out now! It's separation anxiety. I'm getting Buddy flashbacks!
Max: I'm just making sure she's not taking anything that's mine. I've left a lot of things here over the years.
Khadijah: Crumbs, maybe.
Kyle (After Max yells at him): Yeah right. Like I'm scared of her. Like she's gonna tell me what to do. Tch. Please…I'm going.