- Isabel: So, tonight. That party everybody's talking about. Are you interested?
- Alex Whitman: Yeah. Yeah, sure. Tell me how it goes.
- Michael: I just figured "go for it", you know? I don't know what I was thinking.
- Max: Yeah, I just thought we had guidelines about this. We agreed to discuss before we acted on any, you know... urges.
- Michael: I hate to tell you this, Max, but when I have urges, you're not exactly the first person I think about.
- Liz: So, how do you feel, you know, about what I said?
- Alex Whitman: Well, part of me feels like you've gone insane, and the other part of me like I want some of the massive doses of hallucinogens you've obviously been taking.
- Maria: You guys didn't go... beyond?
- Liz: No, no, no.
- Maria: Gonna say... you were only out for 5 minutes.
- Liz: I know. Listen, Maria, if I... when... when... when I actually do it, it is not gonna be in between a plate of Kielbasa and a deep fryer.
- Maria: Hmm.
- Liz: I saw things, Maria. Did you see things when you and Michael kissed?
- Maria: What exactly did you see?
- Liz: Stars.
- Max: Did anything like that ever happen to Maria when you two...
- Michael: No. Maxwell, let me assure you, you have not experienced anything I have not experienced many times or caused to be experienced.
- Max: Then how can you call yourself my friend?
- Michael: What?
- Max: A friend wouldn't have kept something like that to himself.
- Liz: Alex, listen to me! This has nothing to with drugs. Alex... Max, Michael and Isabel... They aren't from around here.
- Alex Whitman: Where are they from?
- [Liz points her finger up]
- Alex Whitman: What, like Wyoming?
- [Liz points her finger even higher up]
- Alex Whitman: Okay, fine, Canada! They're Canucks. So, what, you're saying the FBI are all over them because they're, like, illegal aliens?
- Liz: Yeah. Sort of.