Max: Girls kick ass. Says so on a t-shirt.
(In the morning.)
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.
Kendra: Thanks. It's starting to kick in. I feel almost human.
Max: Yeah. Me, too.
Logan: You're a thief?
Max: Girl's got to make a living.
Logan: Thank God.
Max: First time I ever heard that one.
Logan: I was expecting someone else.
Max: Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy.
Logan: We're just a little tense right now.
(Logan notices the item Max was stealing.)
Logan: You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus.
Max: Whoever that is.
Logan: Oh. So...What, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?
Max: No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer...giver of life who lives forever.
Logan: Stay back, Peter. Security's on the way.
Max: I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show.
(Walter, a policeman, bursts through the front door.)
Max: Morning, Walter. What's the good word?
Walter: Oh, just doing my part to keep the squatter situation from getting out of hand.
Max: Mm. Coffee?
Walter: Read my mind. You notice any trespassers around here?
(Kendra hands Walter an envelope full of money.)
Walter: (Into walkie-talkie) Seventh floor vacant and secure.
Officer on walkie: Roger that.
Walter: Enjoy your day.
Kendra: What's with you? Every week this scumbag puts the squeeze on us and every week you roll out the welcome wagon like he's family.
Max: Just thought maybe he'd like some coffee with his saliva.
(Max acts like she's spitting into an imaginary cup.)
Kendra: You didn't.
Max: Every week.