Max: You didn't think I could handle having a roommate that was gay?
Shayla: No. I didn't think you could handle having a roommate who was in love with you. (commerical break)
Max: Now wait, a minute. You felt w-what? You... You said what?
Shayla: See? I knew you couldn't handle it.
Max: I'm handling. What... When? Uh, how long have you been in, uh...? You know, felt that way about me?
Shayla: When we first met in the dorm and you introduced yourself as Max, the Maverick I didn't know what to make of you. Then before I knew it, we were best friends, then I realized I was in trouble.
Max: There's got to be a beer in here some where.
Shayla: I mean, there I was in the back seat of Dexter Finnely's, Firebird, wonderin' what kinda person has sex with sunglasses on? Then I realized that I'd rather be with you.
Max: But you knew I was straight, right?
Shayla: Well, I did wonder. Every time you'd rant about how men were like snorting warthogs without charm.
Max: It was those volleyball shorts I used to wear, wasn't it?
Shayla: It was a lotta things, Max. I mean, you're an incredible woman. I mean, for years I kept comparing you to everybody I met. Then Chris came along, I realized I stopped comparin'. I realized she's the one.
Max: Well, I'm glad that you found someone that you could be yourself around. Of course, I'm assuming that she knows you're gay. I'm sure it'll be a beautiful ceromony.
Shayla: You're gonna be there, right?
Max: Well, gee, I don't know Shay, what would other people think? With everyone whispering about the other woman.
Shayla: Fine, Max. Don't come. The reception hall doesn't allow children anyway. And by the way, those volleyball shorts? They weren't all that.