"Look, Max," said Luke quietly and quickly, his voice filled with rhythm, "This isn't what it looks like."
“You drive a fast car, currently have a dead body in your hands and have come to the long-suffering friend (ie. me) for help. Don’t deny that you’ve become one of The Sopranos.”
“What? No that’s not it at all. I told you it isn’t what it looks like.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t mean I’ll help you.”