- Micheal: Sit down. We've been through some rough stuff lately. The thing is, you're right. I can't really imagine it happening, but I am gonna leave someday. It could be a year, or two, or fifty. But I'm gonna leave. It sucks. It's the choice we made to be together. But there is one thing that I can promise you, and that is that I can give you now.
- Maria: Stop it and listen to me, all right? I need my best friend right now because our other best friend just died, and I feel lost and scared and just completely wrecked, and I know that we're supposed to go to school, and go to work, and finish this yearbook tribute, but I just can't... I don't have a handle on things. I feel like everything is just slipping by me, and I don't even... I don't even know if I'm alive right now. So please, just stop focusing on this thing, that isn't even there. And just be sad with the rest of us, ok? Please.
- Liz: So you don't believe me, either.
- Maria: I'm - no, I'm sorry, I guess I don't, Liz.
- Liz: I really need your help. I know something's wrong. I know what they're saying about you isn't true. But I don't know where to go from here. I really wish you could - give me some advice, point my in a direction.
- [Liz scans the room with her eyes and they fall upon Alex's desk. She goes over and picks up his book, The Poetry of Robert Frost book. She opens it to a page marked with tickets]
- Liz: [reading the book] The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep.
- [Liz looks at the tickets-concert tickets to Beth Orton]
- Liz: [whispers loudly] Thank You
- Max Evans: You think we have something to do with it?
- Micheal: I have no idea. I just wouldn't want our leader to be forming opinions based on what he wants to be true instead of what really is true. Anyway...
- Max Evans: Michael. The idea that Alex might have died just because we're here... I can't bear it. All those times you would run off chasing some clue to find out where we come from. Why we're here. Where we belong. I always thought you were chasing something that wasn't out there, because in my heart, I believed that we belonged here, you know? That we were human. Lately, I've been thinking that you might have been right all along.
- Micheal: Lately, I've been thinking I might have been wrong all along.