Dark Angel

Logan: You're a thief? Max: Girl's got to make a living. Logan: Thank God. Max: First time I ever heard that one.

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Girls kick ass, says so on the t-shirt.

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Kendra: It sucks. Max: What sucks? Kendra: I come home, it's 3:00 a.m. 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.

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

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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.

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Reagen 'Normal' Ronald: So you just left it? Herbal: Nobody there to sign for it, man. Herbal: What's a brother supposed to do? Ride 'round all day with the damn package? Normal: So you decided to return it to the sender. Or, in this case, sender's wife. Herbal: Like the prophet say, only the unrighteous husband send expensive gift-wrapped panties to another woman. Normal: It's none of your business. None of your business. Or mine. Herbal: Sure. It concern only Jah. But, in this case, I was the instrument of the Most High. Normal: Well, around here, I'm the most high. All right?

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