Roswell Quotes

Maria: So, wait a minute. My New Year's eve isn't being ruined by some life-threatening, hot flash alien disease. It's because Michael's drunk?
Max: I think the alcohol affected his senses. Some sort of sensory overload. Everything's too bright, too loud.

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Maria: Shh. Shh. Shh. Look, his senses are super, super heightened. So if the lights are too bright, or if he hears anything really loud, it really, really hurts.
Michael: Like your whispering is doing right now.

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Michael: You're being way too self-sacrificing. I want you to have a night off from all this alien crap.

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Liz: What makes me different from everybody else is the fact that I was brought back from the dead by an alien.

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Liz: No, he risks so much when he healed me. It's what made me fall in love with him.
Kyle: Yeah, me, too.
Liz: Kyle!

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Michael: You guys are always giving me crap about being impulsive and stupid. Well you know what's stupid? Sneaking around in the desert while your father is watching our every move.
Max: Shut up, Michael.
Michael: Whose idea was it to bury the alien stuff anyway? What are we? Eight? It's called a safety deposit box.
Max: I need the book translation. It might have something on Liz's change.
Michael: You read it like 10 times.
Max: Well maybe I missed something.
Michael: What if there's nothing in there?
Max: Well then I'll find somebody who knows something. [pauses] Even if I have to contact the FBI.
Michael: Hey Max, I know this is a big deal, but you gotta keep calm. All right? Don't kick up any dust, if we get exposed we can't help her.
Max: It's a risk I'm willing to take.
Michael: Do I have to smack some sense into you right now?? I got a shovel here, I'll do it!
[Max uses his powers to send Michael's shovel flying a few feet.]
Max: There is something wrong with her Michael, and I don't know how to fix it.
Michael: We'll figure it out.
Max: And what if we can't? What if it gets worse? I've screwed up hundreds of times to find out who we are, do you know how many times Liz has?... Never. And this is what she gets in return. Look, I'm doing whatever it takes to help her. If you got a problem with that you can leave right now.
[Michael walks away. He gets his shovel and goes back to where Max is digging and helps him.]

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Michael: Let me get this straight: you dumped me so you can go live your dream, and now you're telling me you're dropping that too?
Maria: I'm sorry, I just really need some advice right now.
Michael: It's like you said we're not linked anymore. I could invite you inside, tell you to stay in Roswell, because that's what I want, but you know what? I'm not going to be the guy you blame for ruining your life.

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Liz: Just stop hurting me.
Max: I wasn't trying to.
Liz: No, but Max, you do. You always do. Why did you sleep with her? Why?

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Michael: [on top of Jesse pinning him down.] No you can't take her to the hospital. You can't!
Jesse: Why? Tell me why.
Michael: Because your wife isn't human. Okay. Understand that. Your wife isn't human.

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Clayton: Max Evans. He's still alive. He's in my head. His head.

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Michael: First day of school, third grade. I'm standing by the lunch line arguing with that ass Mr. Trevors. He tells me that the cafeteria won't take my food stamps. I say that they're for food, aren't they? And he looks down on me, and he says with that scraggly mustache and that stupid comb over, he says, I don't take lip from welfare punks. I'm about to kick his balls up into his throat, but then I feel someone watching me. And it feels like a heat lamp turned on in the back on my neck, and I turned around and there you are. You're sitting at a table all by yourself. You're just staring right at me. So I walk over and I sit down. You're still staring at me with those big eyes. And you push your tray of food over to me, and you said that you can have my lunch. Right then, I knew you were different. You know, you were different like I was different like people liked you and wanted you around [trying not to cry], I want you around. I want you around, so please don't go. [he cries and lays his head down on her chest. He squeezes her hand, and we see Michael's hand turn white and the white travels to Isabel's hand and up her arm. She puts her hand on his back. Michael lifts up his head and looks at Isabel.]
Isabel: You still owe me for that lunch.

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Max: Michael, what the hell is wrong with you?!?
Michael: You. You were dead, Max, and now I'm lookin' at you and I don't know. Who are you, are you a ghost? And you're here in my face all day and you're freaking me out.

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Kyle: Well, maybe. But I realize that I'm part of something bigger than myself.
Jesse: No, it's not bigger, it's all-consuming. There's a difference. They've robbed you of your life.
Kyle: No, actually they gave me one.

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Michael: You know what really pisses me off? No one ever listens to me. You didn't not even when we were together. All you tried to do was make me weak.
Maria: No, I loved you!
Michael: I stayed on this planet for you and you show your appreciation by dumping me? Yeah, you love me.

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Maria: Okay, Michael's a freak show.
Liz: What happened?
Maria: He's like a desert-wandering Anne Heche times a thousand, babbling about how Max should've stayed dead because he'd be a better king or something.

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Kyle: But what I was going to say was maybe Michael can get like "I'm eternally sorry" tattooed there instead and just flash it every half hour, regardless. Saves time, cuts stress.

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Michael: Why am I always apologizing for who I am.
Maria: It wasn't you, Michael.
Michael: Yes it is me. [points at Max.] Max was dead. [points at himself.] I was king. I did what I had to do.

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Liz: It'll be okay.
Connie: Should have gone with them.
Maria: You would have been stopped.
Connie: They could die.
Liz: They have practice.
Connie: Dying?

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Max: Liz... they're taking our home from us. They want to kill us... and they might. But when I look in your eyes, I... I don't feel angry, or deprived. I feel like the luckiest half-human on the planet. You're pure... you're true... and you're real. And right now that seems like the only thing that's important. I want to be with you Liz... forever.
Liz: Forever may only be twelve days.
Max: Then we'll take those twelve days... [He places a diamond in Liz's palm and closes her hand around it] And we'll live twelve lifetimes. Liz Parker... will you marry me?

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Maria: I thought you were leaving.
Michael: I am... but I just wanted... I dunno.
Maria: To say goodbye?
Michael: (struggles to form words, then speaks) ...I wanted to say that this thing has been screwed up from the beginning. You and me. Us. Just the whole long, stupid story...
Maria: ...Thanks...
Michael: But I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's meant so much to me, y'know. From day one, from the moment I kidnapped you and stole your car... I knew you were the girl for me. I never wanted anyone else...
Maria: Michael... (takes a step towards him, sad, but touched.)
Michael: I still don't. Just... Wherever I'm goin,' whatever I'm doin,' just know I'll always love you.

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Max: I'm a member of that group of... outsiders. I always knew I was different and for a long, long time, all I wanted was to be another face in the crowd... but in the end, it wasn't possible. I guess it never was. So from now on, I'll just concentrate on being who I really am. Some of you might not like that. Some of you might even... find that frightening. But that's not my problem any more. I have to be who I really am and let fate take care of the rest. So... thank you, Roswell... Thank you for... for letting me live among you. Thank you for giving me a family. Thank you for giving me a home.

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Isabel: Did you forget something?
Jesse: Yeah, my balls. [Max and Michael laughs]
Jesse: Were you guys just talking about me?
Isabel: That's a little paranoid, don't you think? I mean the whole world doesn't revolve around you.
Max: It revolves around Michael.
Michael: That's a fact.

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Isabel: Happy birthday, Isabel. I'm 18 today, Mother. October 25th. At least that's the day we've always celebrated as my birthday. But you're the only one who really knows the real day. I guess that's why I came to the place, the only place I've ever seen you. I hold on to that day, but you disappeared, and the picture of you is already fading, and it's all I had. I was so happy because you were beautiful and warm, and I even thought I looked like you. But it wasn't you. Not really. God, I don't know what you look like. Maybe I'll never know. It isn't fair. It isn't fair. I need you. I need you. Where are you? Oh, God, it's my birthday and we should be together. Why... How could you leave us? How could you tell us those important information about destinies and saving the world and then just disappear? Oh, God. I... I killed a person. An... an enemy? An... an alien? Does that make it okay? Oh, God. What was she talking about? What was she talking about? She said I betrayed my family. Is it true? Oh, is it true? Am I a terrible person? Answer me. Answer me! [screams]
Isabel: Come on, Answer me!

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Isabel: It is all about trust Max. God, do you really think that I would marry someone that I didn't even know? Someone who might be secretly working for the FBI or even [gasps]
Isabel: an alien. Don't you think that I have walked through is dreams a few times? And that maybe I checked on his alien status A LONG TIME AGO. God, Max. The irony here is that I trusted you. I trusted you to stand up at my wedding with my whole family there. I trusted you to be there for me. And you weren't.

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Max: If I can have everyone's attention, please. I'm Max Evans, the bestman. Isabel and I, uh, well, I'm sure you all know the story, how they found us. Little kids wandering around in the desert. No one knew where we came from, or where we belonged. We didn't know anything either, who are parents were, how we got there. All we had was each other. Two people took us in, gave us names, made us part of their family, something I'll always - will always - be grateful for. Growing up I was always - I always felt very protective over my baby sister. Always tried to look out for her [laughs]
Max: . I guess... what I've come to realize is that she doesn't need me anymore to protect her, she's too strong for that. So, uh, [holds up his champagne glass]
Max: to Jesse. Welcome to the family. I think you'll find it's going to be an interesting experience. And to Isabel, I love you. I trust you. And I wish you all the happiness in the world. To Jesse and Isabel.

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Max: What happened?
Michael: It's over.
Max: What? My Dad found something, what?
Michael: No, it's not that. I saw Maria and what's-his name, Billy, together.
Max: Together as in together?
Michael: Worse.
Max: What could be worse?
Michael: They were singing together.
Max: So you're jealous?
Michael: I'm not jealous! [Makes a lamp exoplode]
Michael: My powers are slightly out of whack.
Max: Out of whack?
Michael: I've been blowing things up all day.

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Michael: Whoever sent us down here was smart, you know? Because they sent us together, and as long as we stick together, we're gonna make it.

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Micheal: No. The bottom line Maxwell, I kill people. I kill people, you heal them. [Maria walks over]
Micheal: You're good, and I'm bad.
Max: It's not true, Michael.
Micheal: Just get out of here.
Maria: What are you talking about?
Micheal: It's not safe.
Maria: It's never been safe. What difference does it make now?

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Jesse: [Isabel is shot] Oh, my God. Have you called an ambulance?
Michael: No, no, no, no, no!
Jesse: Well, what's wrong with you?
Michael: Hey, no ambulance, no hospital.
Jesse: She'll die, you idiot! [Jesse punches Michael in the face]
Jesse: What the hell is wrong with you?
Michael: Hey, you can't take her to the hospital, you can't!
Jesse: Why? Tell me why.
Michael: Because your wife isn't human. Okay? Understand that? Your wife is not human.
Jesse: Stop the crap!
Valenti: Ramirez! Look. [Electricity is sparking all over Isabel's hand]
Valenti: It's true, Jesse. I know you don't wanna accept it, but it's true. She's not human.
Jesse: What?
Michael: She's alien. We both are.

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