Character: Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie (Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie)

- Idiocy. Just idiocy.
Okay, I understand.
- I mean, why do we need a super modern robotic hand, if you don't wear it when we are kidnapped by the Martians?
- As for me, so he's got two hands.
- No, it is his civilian arm. A simple prosthesis without steep novarock. Put the hook. Hook can stab at least.
I thought that we would be arrested.
Wait, so this hand no blowtorch, no laser guns, no nothing?
- First, I'm not Inspector Gadget. Secondly, the authorities would still confiscated.

- My God, Mac. How hard did you hit him?
- In terms of? As much as I could. I don't beat people half-heartedly. It is not in vain called a blow.

Today I met a woman who was with shield Ohm. Her name is Daisy Johnson. You may know her as Skye. Hydra used me to Cheat her and to take prisoner.
- No. Please tell me she's okay.

- I know you're not a bad person, Fitz, but this... is a mechanism used for bad things. You have to think about the consequences of what invented.
- Electricity used for execution of criminals. So, we should not use it in hospitals?
Is not the same thing, you know.
There are always risks associated with science. That does not mean that you should stop dealing with it.

- I love video games as well as you, Turbo, but this... this is too much.
Yeah, well, it's not a fucking "Oculus Rift". This is a training simulation.

A very fine line separates the scientist from the mad scientist.

- And what's the story with father Fitz? He never mentioned it.
His father was a bad man. Fitz is constantly called dumb and stupid jerk. I think it is because of this Fitz and got so smart.
- I'd like to chat with that dad...
- Wait your turn.

- I think this place will hold me?
- There is kept much more dangerous people.
Is the challenge?

- Director not found you-know-who and you-know-who?
- I don't know what you mean.
Exactly. Me too.

- There are too many digits. I'm a mechanic, not an accountant.
- You are the engineer, Mac. And a small tank.

- We need reinforcements. They can begin to kill anyone else but each other.
- Yeah, like us!

And you know what else can the Devil? To fill a man with such anger... and such dark thoughts, that they absorb it. But everyone makes the choice to allow darkness to fester and grow, or to let the light inside to break and crush the darkness.

- And in the worst case? If the Hive not to kill.
- I want you to run. Very quickly. Far.

- As a child I had a collection of coins. But one day I couldn't find her. I was so angry that I hit the floor. Then I feel better. A week later, my... my arm is black and blue, she's all swollen, I almost lost it. It turned out I fractured the fifth metacarpal bone, and I didn't know it was called a "boxer's fracture".
Are you going to cut to the chase, chief?
Yes. The threat of pain is that which does not feel.