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mx quotes @ 09:27 pm
Feeling: 
tired
tiredListening to: "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire
Random Mutant X Quotes from firstmutant's journal. yay.
Adam: Welcome to Mutant X. God help anyone who stands in our way.
Adam: Ruby's a telepath.
Ruby: I prefer ESPer. It just sounds...sexier.
Ruby: I prefer ESPer. It just sounds...sexier.
Mason: If you had only kept your mouth shut, everything would have been fine. But you had to beat yourself up with guilt over the mess you've made. Now I have to use your lemons to make lemonade.
Emma: I'll admit I did manipulate customers occasionally...often....okay, every chance I got.
Shalimar: Believe me, Adam. My brain had nothin' to do with what went on back there.
Adam: Of course it did. You found yourself in a highly charged situation. The dopamine and phenylephalamine released in your brain created a euphoria. Simultaneously, the norepinephrine triggered an adrenaline release, which stimulated flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, sweaty palms, and this sudden shift probably triggered a limbic system takeover allowing reduced integration of your cortex, resulting in feelings of infatuation.
Shalimar: Whatever. It was hot!
Adam: Of course it did. You found yourself in a highly charged situation. The dopamine and phenylephalamine released in your brain created a euphoria. Simultaneously, the norepinephrine triggered an adrenaline release, which stimulated flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, sweaty palms, and this sudden shift probably triggered a limbic system takeover allowing reduced integration of your cortex, resulting in feelings of infatuation.
Shalimar: Whatever. It was hot!
Emma: Apology accepted.
Jesse: Huh?
Emma: I accept your apology for your obnoxious attitude earlier.
Jesse: Huh?
Emma: I accept your apology for your obnoxious attitude earlier.
Brennan: I've got 2-1 odds and 100 bucks that says Shalimar's not going to go through with it. Anybody?
Jesse: You know, this is the most important decision of her life. How could you be so cold?
Brennan: Even odds?
Jesse: You're on.
Emma: You're shaving points?
Brennan: What? It's not a basketball game, Emma.
Emma: Then maybe it's time you stopped treating it like one.
Jesse: You know, this is the most important decision of her life. How could you be so cold?
Brennan: Even odds?
Jesse: You're on.
Emma: You're shaving points?
Brennan: What? It's not a basketball game, Emma.
Emma: Then maybe it's time you stopped treating it like one.
Jesse: I have no time for romance. Far too busy making the world a safer place to live.
Shalimar: Back off or he's dead.
Charles Marlowe: Like I give a damn.
Adam: Looks like working for Eckhart has brought out your sensitive side.
Charles Marlowe: See, now, that's not fair. I was bitter long before I took this job.
Charles Marlowe: Like I give a damn.
Adam: Looks like working for Eckhart has brought out your sensitive side.
Charles Marlowe: See, now, that's not fair. I was bitter long before I took this job.
Brennan: It doesn't take a genius to know that a married man does not keep a picture of his girlfriend in his wallet.
Jesse: Leaves of Grass.
Brennan: Yeah. Poetry happens to help me relax, and Whitman's a geat poet.
Jesse: Now a good cherooth--that's relaxing.
Brennan: Well, at least we agree on something. Good poetry, a good cigar go hand and hand.
Jesse: Yeah, well we both know you'd rather be out looking for her.
Brennan: Yeah, of course. C'mon, who's more qualified to find her than me? With my electrical charge, I'm the best bait there is.
Jesse: And of course that's the only reason, right? The fact that she is so hot she could make your eyes bleed has nothing to do with it, right?
Emma: She's just your type, Brennan. Beautiful, vulnerable, dangerous...
Brennan: You too? You know, the two of you make it sound as if the only thing I think about is sex. Truth is, I only think about sex half the time.
Jesse: The other half he's thinking about poetry.
Emma: Which just makes him think more about sex.
Brennan: Yeah, but you're not supposed to know that.
Brennan: Yeah. Poetry happens to help me relax, and Whitman's a geat poet.
Jesse: Now a good cherooth--that's relaxing.
Brennan: Well, at least we agree on something. Good poetry, a good cigar go hand and hand.
Jesse: Yeah, well we both know you'd rather be out looking for her.
Brennan: Yeah, of course. C'mon, who's more qualified to find her than me? With my electrical charge, I'm the best bait there is.
Jesse: And of course that's the only reason, right? The fact that she is so hot she could make your eyes bleed has nothing to do with it, right?
Emma: She's just your type, Brennan. Beautiful, vulnerable, dangerous...
Brennan: You too? You know, the two of you make it sound as if the only thing I think about is sex. Truth is, I only think about sex half the time.
Jesse: The other half he's thinking about poetry.
Emma: Which just makes him think more about sex.
Brennan: Yeah, but you're not supposed to know that.
Jesse: Don't you even THINK of giving me mouth-to-mouth.
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