MARIA: He's stealing my car...you're stealing my car.

MICHAEL: I'm borrowing your car. Now get out.

MARIA: You're telling me to get out? This is my car. Actually, it's my mother's car, and if anything happens to it, life as I know it will be over. So, wherever it goes, i go.

MICHAEL: Fine. You had your chance.

MARIA: Oh, my God. You're kidnapping me. No, wait, you're abducting me!

Maria and Michael - 285 South

MARIA: So, do you get hungry just like the rest of us?

MICHAEL: Yeah. Of course I get hungry.

MARIA: What, uh...what other human urges do you feel?

MICHAEL: Not if you're the last woman on Earth.

Maria and Michael - 285 South

MARIA: All right, how about just one personal question? You know, since I didn't turn you in back there. Why is it so important to you to find out where you come from?

MICHAEL: Because there's gotta be something better out there for me than Roswell, New Mexico.

MICHAEL: You think that's funny.

MARIA: No, no. It's just, um...when i was a kid, I used to stay up at night and, um, make up stories about my father...you know, and who he was and...what he was doing. And they all ended exactly the same way. He would come in a limo and pick me and my mom up and take us off to some exotic place where we'd live like royalty. Because, you know...I thought to myself...there's got to be something better out there for me than Roswell, New Mexico.

MICHAEL: Substitute a spaceship for a limo, and you know what i mean.

Maria and Michael - 285 South

MICHAEL: What do we do?

ISABEL: We wait. They've only been gone a little over an hour.

MICHAEL: I'm telling you, the plan sucks the big one, all right? They're out there on my vision quest, and I'm sitting here in the kitchen with 2 girls yakking.

MARIA: Interesting, um, Michael. You know, some women of the, uh, 20th century might find that last remark just a tad bit offensive.

MICHAEL: Why?

MARIA: Why?

ISABEL: Welcome to Michael-land.

(Michael is helping himself to some cake)

MARIA: I hope you intend to pay for that.

MICHAEL: I do not.

MARIA: Well, then that's theft, buddy.

MICHAEL: Arrest me.

MARIA: Ok, so what's with the Tabasco sauce?

MICHAEL: Sweet and spicy.

MARIA: Sweet and spicy?

ISABEL: We all like things extremely sweet mixed with extremely spicy. It's our little dietary quirk.

MARIA: Well, I'll have to, uh, keep that in mind.

MICHAEL: You do that.

ISABEL: Are you 2 flirting? God, could my life get any worse?

Isabel, Michael and Maria - River Dog

MICHAEL: I have something to say to you. If anything like that happens to me again, like when I got sick, don't help me. I can't get indebted to anyone, and I can't get entangled. I got to be a stone wall. And when I'm around you sometimes, I don't feel like a stone wall anymore.

MARIA: Well, what do you feel like?

MICHAEL: I don't know. Like confused.

MARIA: Like human?

MICHAEL: Yeah, and I don't want to feel that way.

Michael and Maria - The Toy House