The Maxx
1995
Sara: Mom called, said to call if you needed anything. Julie: Great. Hey, when you talked to your mom, did you happen to mention that there's a slight chance this entire world is all my dream and if I wake up it could end everything. Sara: Well I might have left that part out. Julie: Just as well, it's not exactly my favorite part.
(Sara's holding a gun to her head.) Sara: Ok, heres the point in the story where I have this cathartic revelation that suicide's wrong, that life's worth living and everything'll be OK. Yeah, right. And that's why this story doesn't work! (Throws the gun down.) 'Cause I just don't buy it. Julie: Nobody buys it, but that's not why you go on. Sara: Why then? The Maxx: Because things'll change. You'll change. Sara: What about right now? Julie: Right now, you wait.
Julie: I mean, guys are saying that sometimes no means yes, and honestly, sometimes it does. But I don't think for one second that any guy who's pulled himself off a crying woman has been mistaken for one minute about what she wanted.
The Jungle Queen: I'm that part of you that escapes, Julie. I reflect what's deep inside, the image of strength and independence you felt before you were... violated. But I am changing, I fear what I am becoming, Julie. But now that you have seen this, the world can never be the same size again.
Julie: Keep in mind that I have a job, while you have a blanket with vomit on it.
Mr Gone: I'm not the one who wears underwear outside her clothes.
Julie: You, however, have a problem with women. Mr Gone: (scoff) How perceptive... did you figure that one out when I kidnapped you, or tied you up with leather straps? OF COURSE I'VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH WOMEN!
(About her schoolmates.) Sara: They're all necro-nerds and Sand freaks. They think death is romantic. Death is hard and cold and ugly, not some cute chick.
Sara: Did my saying that shock you? GOOD! Writers are supposed to shock people.
Sara: No matter how low you are on the food chain, there's always somebody lower.
Sara: I was sitting under the Jones Street underpass yesterday. That's because I want to be a writer and writers gotta have experiences, like underpasses.
Sara: Life is pretty pathetic when even your own hallucinations lie to you.
Sara: What a cruel world, letting something this profound be conveyed in words this trite!
The Maxx: Pain lasts, kid. It's how you know you're alive. Sometimes I think this growing up thing is just pain management.
The Maxx: Everybody dies.
The Maxx: For her, I could be a HERO!
Mr Gone: That's how it ends, Doc. Not with a bang, or a whimper, but with a "thwack."
Julie: Cartoons are so pretentious.
The Maxx: Funny, but I keep seeing that doll she made of Mr Gone... beheaded! That must mean something. The things that could be under my mask. . . . Julie: Look, Maxx, that freak nearly killed us. And just because you imagine you have a rabbit's head in the Outback is certainly no reason to fear you might actually have one here. It's so classic, Maxx. You see yourself as some jungle avenger because in your in real life you're powerless. And I can't blame you. We all need some place to go away to; some place we can be who we should have been instead of who we are; some safe place where we can escape reality. Hide. I know there are things to hide from. The Maxx: My mask. I can feel it crawling. . . . Julie: Shush. The Maxx: Please! Make it stop! Julie: Just rest now. It's okay. It's okay.
Mr Gone: You killed my hostage? You killed my hostage! (shouting) You killed my hostage (Mr Gone shoots The Maxx) The Maxx: Ouch? Mr Gone: Never do that again!
The Maxx: I wish it was time for Cheers, but it's not. It's time for vengeance!