Roswell, Season Two

Kyle:
Hey! This is my room & that's my jersey!

'Tess Sorry!

Kyle:
No. Alright. Wear it.

Tess:
kinda uptight about nudity for a guy who reads jugs.

Kyle:
gimme that!

Tess:
oh the post-its? Nice touch.

Kyle:
Ok, listen. I don't know how they do things on Planet Vulcan, or whatever. But here on Earth we have this primitive human concept called, privacy.

Tess:
Keep talking to me like that & I'll slag you with my death ray eyes.

Kyle:
*stares*

Tess:
Kidding. You Buddhists have like no sense of humor.

Kyle:
How do you know about that?

Tess:
Buddhism for Beginners is also under your bed. How do you think the Buddha would feel about being sandwiched between Hustler & Busty Biker Babes?

Kyle:
Look, you can't tell anyone about that.

Tess:
why?

Kyle:
because I have a certain reputation.

Tess:
which the less said the better?

Kyle:
I'm serious

Tess:
Kyle Valenti, Buddhist.

Kyle:
look, I got into it over the summer

Tess:
Oh! Football camp! Guys are crazy about-

Kyle:
Listen! This... this whole aliens-are-among-us thing... it really screwed me up... made me question stuff... life, reality, my place in this universe... and you don't understand. You... you guys... you people turned my life upside down. I need a little clarity. I need a little peace of mind.

Tess:
No, I don't understand. I'm a girl from another planet. No family, no friends. Only 3 other people like me in the world. And the man I grew up with...the man who raised me...he was just murdered. You're right, Kyle. What would I know about needing peace of mind?