Max: Just, you know, remember to act natural.
Logan: As opposed to the unnatural way I normally act?
Max: No. You know what I mean. Just... don't stare.
Logan: Don't stare at the genetically-engineered part-man, part-dog guy.Got it.
Max: He just...has weird...table manners. And...his hygiene's...a little questionable.
Logan: Max, I know how to handle myself at a dinner party.
Max: I know. I'm...just saying...Of course you do.
Logan: Fix myself a dry martini, andpolitely ask after his stock options.

MAX: Logan Cale, protector of all that is good and true, advocating larceny?
LOGAN: No. I’ll call the store and have them charge it to me.
MAX: Forget it. It’s a waste of money.
LOGAN: No, it’s not. You look beautiful in it. In fact, you were the most beautiful woman there.

LOGAN (in Max’s head): Can you make out with me while we wait?
MAX: What?
LOGAN: Can you make out anything past the gate?

LOGAN: You have nothing to be sorry for . . . or ashamed of. Cause I know who you are.
MAX: Logan . . . you've got nothing to be sorry for or ashamed of. It's never been about you being able to walk, not for me.