Quotes-The Toy House

DIANE: You saved my life, Max.
MAX: Mom, I...I just...
DIANE: ...poured water on it...you told me.

DIANE: He didn't hesitate. He just came right in, pulled me out of the way, poured this pot of water on it, and suddenly everything was ok.

SHERIFF: The flames were five feet high, or maybe higher. And your mom, God forbid, could've caught on fire, and you put the whole thing out with this one pot of water, huh?
MAX: Yep.

SHERIFF: No. There's nothing to be humble about. You're a real hero.

ISABEL: Max, I know you. You only ever listen to the Counting Crows when you're really upset.

ISABEL: You were right to put the brakes on the Liz thing.
MAX: Thank you. You mentioned that...like ten times.

LIZ: I'm definitely ok with it. In fact...I'm great with it. You know? 'Cause we always knew that it couldn't be, that it was this total impossibility, so I'm glad that we were both able to finally just, you know, get it out there.
(Liz has been drying a glass incredibly thoroughly)
MARIA: Liz, the glass is clean!

LIZ: You get caught up in the excitement of it all, but...I'm over it.
MARIA: Are you sure? 'Cause it seems like you kind of got over it pretty quickly.

MICHAEL: Because dealing with frick and frack over there is one thing, but we can't bring adults into this and expect them to handle it.

MICHAEL: Adults are the enemy, Max. Remember that.
MAX: Michael, you say everyone is the enemy.
MICHAEL: They are.

LIZ: Hey.
MAX: Hey.
MICHAEL (to Maria): Hey.
MARIA: Yeah, whatever.

MICHAEL: How you doin'?
MARIA: Fine. Hey, Elliot, can I switch seats with you?
Guy: Sure.

MARIA: Do you have something you want?
MICHAEL: I just saw you in here and I wanted to say 'hi', but...apparently it was the wrong move.

MARIA: Fine. Run away. Perfect.
MICHAEL: What the hell's going on with you? All right, I mean...what did I do?
MARIA: Nothing. That's... that's the problem.

MARIA: You were all flunked out, sweating, you know, running 112-degree temperature and, like, dying. I could have walked away and never looked back.

MARIA: There I was, dragging your sweaty, gross body through the Indian reservation, you know, getting my clothes all muddy and...and worrying.

MARIA: 'Cause, you know, I...I really...I thought...you weren't gonna make it.

MARIA: …And you hug Max and Isabel, and it's all about the three of you.

MARIA: Were you even gonna thank me?
MICHAEL: Thank you.
MARIA: It's too late, pal.

MAX: Isabel, we are dealing with two people who don't know anything.
ISABEL: We're dealing with two people who know something isn't right.

ISABEL: Ok, we can't just do a "Max" on this thing. We can't just sit back and passively watch.
MAX: I'm not passively watching.

ISABEL: Mom, I don't know if you can understand this, but...the day that you and daddy came for us...that's when our lives began.

MICHAEL: I'm gonna fix this stupid thing and call it even, all right? So what color do you want? Green? White, huh? Blue, maybe?
MARIA: Give it to me.
MICHAEL: No way.
MARIA: Give it to me.
MICHAEL: No.
(They break Maria's napkin holder.)
MARIA: Great.

MARIA: You can't just wave your hand over a problem and make it go away.

MARIA: You know, why don't you figure out what's really going on with you, Michael...why you can't just piece together an apology like any normal human being. Oops. Maybe that's the problem.

SHERIFF: And they also claimed that they saw someone go up to her...kneel down over her...put his hand over her, and heal her.

DIANE: Sheriff, what are you trying to tell me about my son...that he has some kind of healing powers?

MAX: You're supposed to be my mother.
DIANE: I am your mother.
MAX: You're not supposed to investigate us.
DIANE: I'm not investigating you.
MAX: Yes, you are!
DIANE: I just want to...I just want to talk to you about this. Why can't we...
MAX: Mom, I can't, all right? I can't talk about this with you.

MICHAEL: Well, the first thing is obvious. We get that videotape and we destroy it. All right, after that, it's her word against ours.

ISABEL: Her word against ours? Michael, she's our mother.

ISABEL: Max, don't you see what's happening? We're losing her. We're losing our mother. I can't lose her. I need her.

MICHAEL: So, you get your final assignment evaluated?
MARIA: Yeah...
MICHAEL: How'd you do?
MARIA: I flunked, as predicted.

MARIA: I guess I can, uh, safely rule out any career paths involving wood.

MICHAEL: Didn't you get my thing?
MARIA: Yeah, I got it.
MICHAEL: Well, that's ridiculous. I worked my ass off on that thing. It was beautifully crafted. It was spring activated to secure the napkins. It redefined the term napkin holder.

MICHAEL: 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.

MAX: I'm getting out of here. Now you sound like Isabel.
LIZ: W... why do I sound like Isabel, Max?
MAX: She's got this thing all of a sudden that I'm controlling.
LIZ: Oh, so it's her thing.

LIZ: Just take a psych class, because you are controlling.

MAX: Please don't ever think that you're not enough.

MAX: But the thing is, it would never bring me home, because I don't know where home is. I don't remember.

MAX: And if you can't accept that, then I understand. I could leave.

DIANE: Max, please...
MAX: Mom, don't ask me about this anymore. It's nothing bad. It's nothing dangerous. I beg you to trust me.

ISABEL: Did you talk to mom?
MAX: Yeah. It's gonna be ok.
ISABEL: You told her?
MAX: No.

MAX: We have each other. We're gonna be ok, Is.