MAX: Uh, Miss.
LIZ: Uh, yes, sir?
MAX: Refill, please.
LIZ: It would be my pleasure.
ISABEL: God, do you have to do that?
MAX: What?
ISABEL: Be so public. I mean, it's kind of creepy.
ISABEL: Blaming each other is not going to change anything. So Valenti now has something from our planet in his possession.
LIZ: Even though he has it, he doesn't know what it is, right?
MAX: We don't even know what it is.
TESS: What's the matter? Do I have something in my teeth?
ALEX: Tess. Hey, Isabel.
ISABEL: Hi, Alex.
TESS: He's got it so bad for you.
ISABEL: He's sweet.
TESS: Sweet as in nice guy, or sweet as in potential love connection?
ISABEL: Sweet as in I don't know.
TEACHER: Combustibility. When two or more chemical elements become easily aroused
culminating in oxidation and eventually burning. Since you're obviously so eager, Mr.
Evans, I'd like you to come up and be Miss Harding's lab partner. I'm sure with your help,
she'll be caught up in no time
MAX: It's not about Valenti. It's about Tess, Isabel's friend. I'm having these daydreams
about her.
MICHAEL: Daydreams?
MAX: Yeah, where we're together...you know, together.
MICHAEL: I guess you're only human after all, huh?
MICHAEL: Haven't you ever had a fantasy before?
MAX: This is different. It's out of my control. I can't stop it.
MICHAEL: We'll work it out.
MAX: Thanks for the compassion.
MICHAEL: Valenti has the communicator, and we need to do something about it. This isn't
the time for your sex fantasies.
MARIA: Michael, if you want to be a couple, you've got to learn how to trust me. `K,
that's how a relationship works. No secrets. So either give it to me straight, or you're not
going to be giving it to me at all.
MARIA: Tess? Why?
MICHAEL: That's classified.
MICHAEL: Hey, I'm trying to figure out which problem to panic over: you having secret
meetings with Valenti or your new girlfriend Tess bringing the Army to town.
MICHAEL: You're just making new friends all over the place, aren't you, Max?
MICHAEL: No, the thing I can't understand right now is that I used to admire you. You
were solid, someone I could trust. Even more that I could trust myself. And Liz trusted
you. I don't know who you are anymore, Maxwell. So, why don't you get the hell out of
my house, alright?
MICHAEL: That guy's got bigger problems than Valenti and the FBI put together.
MARIA: You know that what ever you do, you know I've got your back, right?
ALEX: Oh, I love this stuff. Are you kidding? Oh and listen, Michael, I mean... I don't
mean to get all warm and fuzzy, but I'm really glad to be able to use what I know to help
out... you know with... you know what we're doing.
MICHAEL: Whatever.
ALEX: Right. Anyway. It has a polarized high grain antenna with an automatic iris, and a
built-in wide-angle lens.
MICHAEL: That explains why my nose looks so big.
MARIA: Hey, guys. What's up?
ALEX: Hey.
MICHAEL: Nothing.
MARIA: What is that, like porn, or something? Ooo, I'm not as flat as I thought I was!
MICHAEL: It's a wide-angle lens, so...
MARIA: What? What happened to partners? What happened to an even exchange of
information, Michael?
MICHAEL: I lied.
MR. HARDING: But the night's not over.
LIZ: Yes, it is.
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