Roswell Season 3 Episode 6

Liz: Dad?
Mr. Parker: Yes?
Liz: I am going to dance with Max.
(Mr. Parker looks at Liz in an "I don't think so you try it and you will never see him again" way)
Liz: Not because it is tradition, and not because I found some kind of loop hole, but because it is my choice. We love each other and we are going to be together, and I love you too.

Kyle: Sure. Why? Who is it?
Isabel: Someone who can't be here.

Kyle: God, I hate cell phones.

Pool Guy: Nobody makes shots like that. It's a statistical impossibility.
Michael: How would you know?
Pool Guy: I'm a statistician.

Isabel: Jitters? Surely you jest.
Kyle: No, and don't call me--
Both: --Shirley.
Isabel: We are spending way too much time together.

Isabel: Huh. Whose blood is this? Is this Jesse's blood? Are you testing his blood now?
Michael: And he passed! Because I knew he would pass. I told Max...
Isabel: Max is in on this?

Michael: We've got bad news, Maxwell. Jesse Ramirez is... Ta-da! Human. Yeah, nice red blood cells. Not a green one in the bunch.

Maria: Oh, thank God you're here! Oh...Ok... Um, here's the situation. Uh, there's a slight kink in the plans. Your... Your dress is in Florida.
Isabel: What!?

Isabel: You broke his nose?!
Max: I didn't mean to. It just...happened.
Isabel: Oh, it just happened. You just happened to be swinging your fist in the air, and he just happened to step in front it!

Mrs. Evans: It's lovely. I mean, really it is, but I just thought that maybe as an option. This was my wedding dress, girls, and my mother wore it before I did, and I'd be honored...
Isabel: I love you, Mom.

Isabel: It is all about trust, Max. God, do you really think that I would marry someone that I don't even know? Someone who might be secretly working for the FBI or even--ohh! An alien? Don't you think I have walked through his dreams a few times, and that maybe I checked on his alien status a long time ago? God, Max! The irony here is that I trusted you. I trusted you to stand up at my wedding when my whole family bailed. I trusted you to be there for me... and you weren't.

Max: First we need a sample of his blood, make sure he's not an alien.
Michael: Oh, yeah, that'll be easy.
Max: Then we check into his background, talk to his family, his friends, try and find out everything we can about this guy. We can't let Isabel know. She already feels abandoned by most of her family. If she knows that I'm not into this...
Michael: Max, you're not into this.
Max: I know. I know, but... Now that I stupidly agreed to be best man, I can't let her know that. Not until I have something solid on Jesse.

Max (about Isabel marrying Jesse): Don't you think there's a reason that everyone keeps telling you the same thing... like maybe we're right?
Isabel: Or maybe you could trust me.