Air traffic controller Max Fiedler is unhappy with his career and his second marriage. An exposure to toxic waste gives him the power of tel...更多>
[after snorting up a bunch of powder that was supposed to banish the 'demons' from his system]
Max: Ahahahaha...I like it! Max: I'm starting to see things move in thin air. Like this morning, I think I caused Darcy's coffee cup to slide across the table and crash. And then everything around was shaking and quaking... Brian Stills: You trashed the place 'cause you're mad at this Daisy chick, right? Max: No, no, Brian, I did it but I didn't touch anything. Brian Stills: Look, we all think we got some monster inside us that's ready to explode any minute. You break things. I masturbate, so what? Same difference. Brian Stills: Are you still seeing things move? Max: I'm making things move. Brian Stills: Max, could you sit down? I have a crick in my neck. Dorita: According to these chicken guts, there's going to be an awfully big ruckus here this weekend. Darcy: Max, please, what is the matter with you lately? I was kidding. Max: Look at my face. I can't go to dinner like this. Look. Darcy: Your face looks fine. Max: I'm not going. I'm staying up here. Darcy: Max. Max, you promised me that you would try to relax and be close to me this weekend. Max: You were only kidding? Lorraine: Are you gonna be okay? Max: Oh, yeah, I think things will be okay. Lorraine: Good. Mark: Well, not necessarily.