Vincent: Limos, huh?
Max: Don't start.
Vincent: Hey, I'm not the one lying to my mother.
Max: She hears what she wants to hear. I don't disillusion her.
Vincent: Yeah, right. Maybe she hears what you tell her.
Max: Whatever I tell her is never good enough anyway. It's always been that way. So whats at El Rodeo?
Vincent: Just drive.
Vincent: They project onto you their flaws. What they don't like about themselves, their lives, whatever. They rank on you instead.
Max: How do you know?"