Valenti: You remember I told you about a man who was protecting Tess?
Kyle: Yeah. Noriega.
Max: It's not that I dislike you.
Tess: You don't have to spare my feelings. Nasedo taught me not to get wrapped up in... this. It's not really who I am. I'm not human. Neither are you.
Max: It's the only life I've ever known.
Tess: That's not true. You lived another life, Max... a life completely different from this one... a life when you loved me.
Max: I don't remember that.
Tess: I do.
Tess: Kind of uptight about nudity, aren't you, for a guy who reads Jugs?
Kyle: Give me that.
Tess: Oh... the post-its? Nice touch.
Max: I'm not involved with Tess.
Maria: Just taking midnight strolls with her?
Max: You saw us?
Maria: Yeah. *We* saw you... as in, Liz and I saw you together. Looked like a pretty romantic evening to me. Maybe a little patty-cake on the front porch before you said good night?
Max: No. It's just... it's a long story.
Maria: Oh, well, I certainly don't want to hear a long story unless there's a Kennedy involved.
Max: I love Liz.
Maria: I know you love Liz, Max. You've been telling me that the entire summer. But now that she's back, I'm the one who's doing all the work here.
Kyle: My strength fails. My vitality exhausted. I cannot find the bull. I only hear the locusts chirring through the night.
Maria: Yes, yes. You're trying to figure out how to be a leader. All right. Here's a little insight. JFK. He's not so great. Cheated on his wife with tramps. Ohhhh... now there's something you and Jack have in common. You're both involved with tramps. How is Tess, by the way?
Tess: Buddhism for Beginners is also under your bed. How do you think the Buddha would feel about being sandwiched between Hustler and Busty Biker Babes?
Jim: You okay?
Kyle: Yeah. I just... I'm just not looking forward to dealing with all the little green men again.
Jim: Well, listen, maybe you should... maybe you should cut 'em a little slack, Kyle. I mean, after all, Max Evans did save your life.
Kyle: Damn human of him. Of course, he is the reason I got shot in the first place, but what the hell. No conditions are permanent. No conditions are reliable. Nothing is self.
Brody: Yeah, I know. I hate the word, too. I mean, you can tell people you've seen the Virgin Mary and they'll light candles outside your bathroom, but you tell 'em you've been abducted by aliens and they'll write you off as a lunatic. It happened to me seven years ago. I was driving my car down the Massachusetts Turnpike, and before you know it, I'm in the room and they're doing... something to me, and then I'm back in my car and two days have gone by, and I'm in West Virginia. I would have written the entire thing off as an acid flashback. Then my doctor told me the cancer was gone. It was bone marrow. Terminal. A year to live and poof... it's gone.
Max: And you're trying to re-establish contact with the aliens?
Brody: I have to.
Kyle: You know my... my father does consider this to be a very temporary arrangement. You understand that?
Kyle: All right. So in that case, I just wanted to tell you that I moved all my crap out of the room. You can have it. I'll sleep on the couch or something.
Tess: You didn't have to.
Kyle: It's not a big deal. Uh, material possessions only clutter the mind anyway.
Tess: You tell 'em, Buddha-boy.
Kyle: Yes, morning. What the hell are you doing here?
Tess: I live here. Calvin Klein? I approve.