Jason Patric credited as playing...
- Max: It's like giving a handgun to a six-year-old, Wade - you don't know how it's gonna end, but you're pretty sure it's gonna make the papers.
- Max: What the hell am I looking at here, Wade?
- Wade: Clay and his unit.
- Max: "Clay and his unit?" That sounds like a porno, Wade.
- Wade: You had them killed four months ago.
- Max: I've done a lot in four months, Wade. I'm a very busy man.
- Max: I'm saving the country, Wade - doing something for the benefit of the United States of America.
- Wade: I was born in Quebec.
- Max: Okay... then we're saving *North* America.
- Max: Okay, so five dead men hijacked you, Wade. Did you happen to find out who's behind them?
- Wade: Not the CIA, NSA, Special Ops...
- Max: Yeah, I'm aware it's not us.
- Vikram: Do you have the money?
- Max: Jesus! Always with the money. "Hi, how are ya? How've you been? Namaste?
- Vikram: I recently attended the funeral of my best friend, who you had thrown off a roof. How have *you* been?
- Max: I can't complain. Actually, I'm thinking about getting a satellite radio for my car.
- [looks at Vikram's fellow scientist]
- Max: God, you ARE short. Seriously, how much do you weigh? Are you standing in a hole?
- Vikram: We have your ordinances.
- Max: All righty. Let's make a cash withdrawal, and
- [in bad Hindu accent]
- Max: Who wants to be a billionaire?
- Max: What do you know about deep-space tachyons?
- Wade: Nothing.
- Max: Base-particle string theory?
- Wade: Nothing.
- Max: Singularity events?
- Wade: Not a ton.
- Max: I think we should move on, then.
- Max: Home again, home again... jiggedy jig.
- Max: [as Clay drives off his helicopter with a blast of machine gun fire] That was my ride.
- Clay: Bummer.
