[Alec&Max] Learned my lesson and so did she...

Описание: TV show: Dark Angel
Song: She Hates Me -- Puddle of Mudd (+ instrumental by Vitamin String Quartet)

I just finished watching this entire show and was dying to do a video of Max and Alec and they're highly amusing relationship.
I realise someone else has already done a vid of these two to this song (hence the different title) but I got the violin opening idea and it wouldn't leave me alone...
I apologise if you don't get my sense of humour; even I'm a bit confused at the beginning... I also apologise for my feeble attempt to blur out the credits on one clip. And the terrible quality...the best I could do 'm'fraid.

Transcript of dialogue (in case I messed up the volume):

Zach: You're an X5. Show me your barcode.
Alec: Max, show it to him already.

Max: Come on, let's get you out of here.

A: splutters I'm fine.
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A: Underneath that sado-masochistic leather and that tough girl image, she's nothing but a big softie.
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A: What're you doing?
M: Fitting in.
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M(in background): Joshua?
A: Ok, I gotta go.
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A: Hey, Max.
M: Alec, what the hell are you doing here?

M: Give it back!
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M: Thanks for blowing my plan to get my money back.
A: Hey, I was willing to deal. You should have let go when you had the chance.
M: I should have let your head explode when I had the chance.
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M: Nobody likes a show-off, Alec.
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A: "Trust me" she says. "We'll be in and out in five minutes" she says. We've been in here an hour!
M: Shut up!
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A: Figure I'd swipe this ball, repay my friend Max.
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M: If by friend you mean someone who'd just as soon drop an anvil on you, then welcome.
A: You don't mean that.
M: Find me an anvil and watch me go.
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M: Pay attention.
A: I got us a gun, didn't I?
M: Yippee.
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M: Shut up.
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A: Well, I'd give her a hand, but she'd just bite it off.
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M: He's a cold-blooded, opportunistic show-off who thought he could run his game on the major bad guy, who, it turns out, is an even bigger scum-bag than he is!
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M: He'll drive you crazy with his laughing...[M: Shut up.]...and his talking...[A:Oh, for the love of- M: Shut up!]...and his breathing...
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M: Shut up.
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M: Shut up!
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M: Just shut up and climb.
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M: One more word and I'll shove you off this ledge.
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M: That about cover it?
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M: Read my lips, pretty boy; get a life, get a job, and stop sticking your nose into mine!

M: Don't make me kick your ass!

A: Oh great, look what you did.
M: God, I hate you!
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A: I'm gonna bounce you on your ass, I'm gonna smack your bitch head!
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M: Oops.
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A[words in song]: I never got any action anyway.

A: What the hell was that?
M: The only kind of physical contact you and I are gonna have.