Quotes-Missing

LIZ: My journal's missing.

LIZ: No, Maria, I wrote everything in that journal.
MARIA: Everything?
LIZ: Things about Max.

MARIA: Personal things about Max?
LIZ: Everything.
MARIA: What?!? Like where he's from, what he is, I mean, what he isn't?
LIZ: I mean...everything.

MICHAEL: It's what I saw that night at Valenti's office. When I touched the key, that's what I saw.
MAX: You saw a semicircle?

MICHAEL: But I saw it. I didn't even remember until tonight. I had to tell somebody.
MAX: And I appreciate that I'm the one you chose to wake at three in the morning to tell that you've been dreaming about semicircles…

MARIA: What we need to do is reconstruct the crime.
LIZ: Reconstruct the crime?
MARIA: Motive and opportunity, Liz. That's the key.

MARIA: So was he alone? Alex? At any time?
LIZ: Well, yeah he was.

ALEX: So, what are we talking about?
LIZ: Nothing really important.
MARIA: Nothing important.
ALEX: 'Nothing' game again.

ALEX: Is this one of these things that you can no longer talk with Alex about?

ALEX: The next time you and Liz feel the urge to share with me, you know...feel the impulse to really open up...do me a favor, ok? Let it pass.

TEACHER: Mr. Guerin. To what do we owe this pleasure?
MICHAEL: What pleasure?
TEACHER: You, of course. I mean, it's Thursday, and I don't think I recall seeing you since Monday...of last week.

MICHAEL: But I kinda just really want to draw. So…
TEACHER: You kinda just really want to draw?

LIZ: That journal is kind of just... missing.
MAX: Missing?

MAX: What exactly did you write in this thing, Liz? How bad is it?

MICHAEL: It's getting clearer.
ISABEL: It's getting weirder is what it's getting.

MAX: Listen to this. He says... this guy's nuts... that 'aliens wouldn't possess the lung capacity or brain capacity for more than short-term survival on Earth.' Brain capacity?

MAX: Wow, that's getting pretty good.
MICHAEL: I've been working on it in art class.

ISABEL: We can't keep pretending that what we do doesn't matter, that what we do isn't noticed.

MAX: Kyle stole your journal.
LIZ: No, Max...don't go Maria on me, ok? It's not stolen.

MAX: I had a flash, Liz. When things get intense, heightened, sometimes we feel things... see things.

MICHAEL: You can roll the dice with our lives, but if anyone else does, I mean...God forbid, you know...

MAX: No. I saved someone's life, Michael. I wasn't dabbling in the arts.

TOPOLSKY: This is not just a diary, agent. This is potential proof of alien contact. Not from a crackpot farmer or a drunk somewhere, but from a straight A student.

MAX: Someone should tell the sheriff that deadbolts don't work as well when you leave your door open.

MICHAEL: I want you to know it wasn't smart to write all those things down, Liz.

LIZ: Yeah, I know that… now.
MICHAEL: I knew it a week ago.

MICHAEL: You could have put us in an awful spot, Liz. Roswell's not exactly the town you want to be unique in.

MICHAEL: You have to know who your friends are. I had to know the risk... so I had to know what your journal said.

LIZ: You took it...

MICHAEL: It's nice to know we have at least one friend in this town.

LIZ: Does Max know that you...
MICHAEL: No...and you know what would be really great? If you didn't tell him.

LIZ: But why didn't you just destroy this, Michael? Because anyone that found this would know all about you.

MICHAEL: No...they'd know all about you, Liz.

MICHAEL: Thank you for giving me one more reason to envy Max Evans.

MICHAEL: I mean what's the point of having a vision if it doesn't mean anything?
MAX: Patience, space boy.

ISABEL: Michael, it's your vision.

LIZ: I've been thinking about some things, about life before Max Evans saved me, of how I used to pray for something to happen…

LIZ: …Something that would make a small town feel bigger, that would make a small town girl feel bigger, too.