Roswell1999

Max:
So you're dating the sheriff's son?

Liz:
Yeah, it's like this totally casual sort of... Max, can we just focus here for a minute, please? [she raises her shirt and shows Max the silver handprint on her stomach] I scraped some cells from your pencil. This is really weird to say. I'm trying really hard to keep from blacking out there. The cells weren't normal. So, Max, what I'm going to suggest to you... is that we just go back in to the bio lab now... so that I can see what I'm thinking is wrong. That I got the wrong cells.

Max:
You didn't.

Liz:
Okay, um. So help me out here, Max. I mean... what are you?

Max:
Well, I'm not from around here.

Liz:
Where are you from?

[Max points upward]

Liz:
Up north?

[Max raises his finger higher]

Liz:
You're not a... an alien, I mean... Are you?

Max:
Well I prefer the term, "Not of this Earth." Sorry. Not a good time to joke. Yeah, I am. Wow, it's weird to actually say it.

Liz:
[Liz stares at him and then starts to leave]

Liz:
Um, I have to go. You know, I'm going to be late for my US Government class. So I'm just gonna...

[She reaches the door but Max holds it close]

Max:
Liz, listen to me. You can't talk to anyone about this. Not your parents, not Maria, no one. You don't understand what'll happen if you do. Now my life is in your hands.