Felix: Now you're here. Why?
Max: I lost my stuff. The list.
Felix: I want you to listen to me real well. Special groups put together the list of dedos.
Max: Dedos?
Felix: Fingers, informants. Signal interceptions with voice-recognition software, surveillance. A very expensive counter-intelligence worked up that list. An important list, wouldn't you say? And you lost it?
Max: Yeah, I'm sorry. Sorry.
Felix: Sorry? 'Sorry' does not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Max: The fat man, the penthouse guy, the jazz man. That leaves two.
Felix: Can you finish?
Max: In six years, when have I not?
Vincent: You're alive. I saved you. Do I get any thanks? No. All you can do is clam up. You wanna talk? Tell me to fuck off?
Max: Fuck off.
Max: Why didn't you just kill me and get another cab driver?
Vincent: Cause you're good. We're in this together. Fates intertwined. Cosmic Coincidence.
Max: You're full of shit.
Vincent: I'm full of shit? You're a monument of it. You even bullshitted yourself, all I am is taking out the garbage, killing bad people.
Max: Yeah, well that's what you said.
Vincent: You believed me?
Max: Then what'd they do?
Vincent: How do I know, you know? They all got that 'witness for the prosecution' look to me. Probably some major federal indictment of somebody who majorly does not want to get indicted.
Vincent: There's no good reason, there's no bad reason to live or to die.
Max: Then what are you?
Vincent: I'm indifferent.
Max: What's with you?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, 'you gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What was he thinking?' You know, you couldn't do it, could you, because they would have to kill your ass 'cause you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low. Like, what were you? One of those institutionalized raised guys? Anybody home? The standard parts that are supposed to be there in people, in you aren't. And why haven't you killed me yet?
Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A., I get Max: Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.
Max: What's with you?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in if somebody had a gun to your head and said: "You got to tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What was he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you, because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low. Like, what were you? One of those institutionalized raised guys? Anybody home? The standard parts that are supposed to be there in people, in you... aren't. And why haven't you killed me yet?
Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max: Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.
[after crashing the cab]
Vincent: Well, that was brillant.
Max: Didn't have your seat belt on?
Vincent: [Visiting Ida] Flowers?
Max: It's the money. Won't mean a thing to her.
Vincent: [Staring him down] She carried you in her womb for nine months. If you can buy flowers, buy flowers.
Max: I brought you flowers.
Ida: What'm I do with flowers?
Max: Cheer up.
Ida: How? By worrying that you spend money on stuff that's just gon' wilt and die?
Max: [to Vincent] See what I mean? I didn't buy you flowers, Mom. He did.
Vincent: [to Max when pulled over by police] Don't get me cornered. You don't have the trunk space.
Daniel: Just when I thought you were a cool guy.
Vincent: I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.
[warning Max when two policemen have them pulled over]
Vincent: If you open that trunk, they go inside.
[discussing Vincent's career as a hitman]
Max: How long have you been doing this? In case anyone asks?
Vincent: About six years in the private sector.
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