Kendra, this is a motorcycle. Its sole reason for being is to go fast, very fast. Not for you to use as a clothesline. Now, make no mistake. I love you as a friend and a roommate, but I love my motorcycle more. Stay away from the bike, okay?
We trying to ID the perp or your new girlfriend?
If I just got my ass handed to me by a size three I might be inclined to mind my own business.
You tell Theo if he's not in tomorrow, he can start looking for another job.
I don't know how to break this to you, Normal. We're all looking for another job.
Take a header into the deep end when the pool's empty, you're going to go splat. Law of gravity. And even Jesus Christ himself had to obey the law of gravity... for a while, anyway.
A nuclear airburst wipes out every record of every kind of computer east of the Rockies and you want me to find a woman that you met when you were nine whose last name you don't even know. Maybe you could give me something more on her... some detail... anything.
She was nice.
Okay, that's big.
You're so stupid, the word special comes to mind!
Who are you?
You going to put me on your Christmas card list?
Are you high? 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.
Sit.
Not right now.
Not right now. Okay. When?
After you get a new personality and lose about 20 years.
Quite a mouth on a girl so young. My guess is, talking isn't what it does best.
Only way you're ever going to find out is reincarnation.
So what do you think? Maybe after I betray the woman who trusts me and you grease her and her daughter we could, um... go on a date?
Look, maybe we got screwed out of living in a time when we could hang out for the afternoon in a cafe someplace wearing $2,000 wristwatches, planning our next vacation, but the world got a whole lot meaner all of a sudden. It wasn't supposed to, but it did. So now it's back to the law of the jungle, and there are predators and victims.
Max [voiceover]: 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... The truth is, they'd just be 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.
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