Quotes-Blind Date |
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ALEX: Oh, just you wait, little ladies, until you see my band open up at the, you know, the blind date concert this Friday. LIZ: You know, you need a better name. ALEX: Oh, come on. What's wrong with "The Whits"? MARIA: Just an "s" away from what you really are. DJ: Congratulations, Liz Parker, your life is about to change because we're gonna find you that dream man you've been searching for. Hey, what's running through your mind right now, Liz? LIZ: Oh, um...heh...yeah...yeah, nothing I can say on live radio. LIZ: I am not forgiving you for a very, very long time. LIZ: She is so good at karaoke. ALEX: But, um, maybe, but we play real music. KYLE: One minute she's telling me I'm the only one. Next, she's making goo-goo eyes at you. KYLE: That's her pattern. Her M.O. She's a man-eater. MARIA: The tempo kinda lagged there in the end. And I would definitely turn the reverb down on the bass, but...not bad! CHRIS: Who the hell is she? ALEX: These are...these are pop songs. We're...we're sort of an alternative to that. MARIA: Well, you're not the alternative they're gonna choose. MICHAEL: All right, look. We know the cave painting is a map. MICHAEL: It was clear in my hallucination. MAX: 'Hallucination' would be the key word there. MAX: I'm talking about the search you're on. Trying to find someone who could possibly hurt us if we ever find them. MICHAEL: The fourth alien is not a killer. MICHAEL: Fine. Both of you sit here with your cherry colas and your high school fantasies. I'm going to find him. ISABEL: Michael needs his hope. It's the only thing that keeps him going. DJ: Now answer some questions for me now, Liz. Do you like blondes or brunettes? LIZ: Uh, brunettes. DJ: Ok. Home town boys or out-of-towners? LIZ: Well, um...home town boys are ok, but... DJ: I hear the sound of broken hearts all over Roswell. DJ: Brainiac or class clown? LIZ: Yeah, I'm not into clowns. DJ: Open books or challenges? LIZ: Yeah, I guess I'm always up for a challenge. DJ: It sounds like we've gotta find you a serious, dark-haired, mystery man from an exotic place by Friday night! Is Liz Parker's Mr. Right listening out there? ALEX: We have very specific style. It's called normal, not thrift shop freak. ALEX: Your answering machine's fixed. It just needed to be re-set after the hundredth call. There are a lot of desperate guys out there. MARIA: Alex, look, I really don't want to go on stage with you guys looking high school geeks. ALEX: We are high school geeks! And we like it like that. MICHAEL: I think I've figured it out. I think I can read the map. Come on, I wanna show you. ISABEL: But what about the concert? Alex got us tickets. MICHAEL: Well, it's either the concert or discovering where we come from. MAX: I couldn't just let you find another guy. MAX: I love you, Liz. I'll always love you. DJ: Doug's a freshman at the University of New Mexico who studies ancient languages and hopes one day to be an archeologist. KYLE: We're a little drunk. MAX: Well then, you better be quiet before the neighbors call the police. KYLE: Boys...you listen to my friend, Max. He knows how to evade the law. MAX: I don't drink. KYLE: Just... just take a sip. MAX: I said I don't drink. KYLE: Just one sip. One sip. What's it gonna do? Kill you? KYLE: How much did you chug? MAX: This much... KYLE: What a wussie! MAX: Do you see that mailbox? I'll beat you to it. (Kyle snorts.) MAX: On your mark... Go! KYLE: Get set… you said…you skipped "get set!" KYLE: There is no ladder. MAX: Well, yeah, now. MAX: You're funny, Kyle. You're really funny. No matter how much of a jackass you're being... you always know how to turn a phrase. KYLE: You think I'm a jackass? MAX: Yeah, see? See? Secret-keeper Max would never say that to your face. But the real Max... he'll tell you everything he thinks. MAX: The problem is that I'm a serious, dark-haired mystery man from an exotic place. KYLE: But that's exactly what she wants. MAX: Women. KYLE: I mean, look at us. We're beaten. MAX: Not unless we give up. KYLE: Well, in case you haven't noticed, we're here in the gutter while she's off smooching with dogboy. KYLE: How do we split her up, exactly? Every other week? Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, alternate Saturdays? LIZ: I guess that's sort of a contradiction in terms. You know. Being normal in Roswell. KYLE: Girls always like that meaningful stuff. I suck at that. KYLE: Tell me the truth, does it really get you farther? KYLE: All right, listen, I'll tell you if you tell me. How far did you and Liz get? MAX: We saw into each other's souls. How about you? KYLE: Second base. MAX: Well, we can't win them all. MAX: It's all just magic when I think about you. MAX: And when I'm not with you... I go crazy. LIZ: And what if I believe you tonight? MAX: Then we live happily ever after. LIZ: And then what about tomorrow... when you go back to realizing who you really are, and all of your fantasies go away. MAX: I'll still have you. MARIA: Look at this outfit. Who did I think I was in this outfit? ALEX: You just need to go back out there and just... just be yourself, ok? MARIA: Myself? I'm a waitress. DJ: We're back live on KROZ from the strangest blind date I've ever been on. As I enter the club with Liz Parker, her dream man, Doug Shellow, and not one, but two of her ex-boyfriends. Lyle... KYLE: Kyle. DJ: And Max. DJ: Will it be Doug, the dream man we chose for you...the ex-boyfriend, Lyle... KYLE: Kyle. DJ: Or Max, who kidnapped you, and vandalized your home? KYLE: Hey, I'm just happy to be nominated...and I think I'm gonna puke. LIZ: Did you really mean everything that you said when we were alone tonight? MAX: I don't remember. What did I say? MAX: I didn't mean to ruin your night. LIZ: You didn't. |
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