ציטוטים - המשך
All the kids line up except for the X7, who doesn't move.) X6-787: Didn't you hear me, soldier? ALEC: Oh, he heard you. He just can't believe his ears ALEC: Hey, weird kid. (The X7 looks at him.) Want some hydrogenated imitation pork product? Huh? (The X7 turns back to the window without a word.) All right. More for me. MAX: Yes, Max. That's my name. And now that you're in the real world, you all should have names, too. ALEC: Oh, for the love of-- MAX: Shut up! ALEC (indicating the X7): What about him? Doesn't he need a name? MAX: I'll leave that to you, since you two seem to be getting along so well. ALEC (putting on his jacket): Well, when the going gets cute, the tough get going MAX: You must be the new bad guy in my life. WHITE: You know, 452, you're much prettier than in your picture. MAX: Gee, miss the old bad guys already. WHITE: Are you familiar with the term "junk DNA?" MAX: Layman's terms for base pairs that don't contain viable genetic information. Doesn't do much more than fill space. Kind of like that gray, squishy thing in between your ears. WHITE: Would you be surprised if I told you that you didn't have any junk DNA? Seems every single base pair is coded for some specific genetic purpose. Now the money question is...what does it mean? What is it that your genes are coded to do? MAX: Kick ass, mostly. After that, wouldn't know