Max, Michael, and Isabel watch as the Alienmobile from so long ago is dredged up out the flaming pit of obsolete plotlines, Isabel noting, "This is bad." Michael asks what Max plans on telling his father, and Max responds, "I'm not going to tell him anything. He doesn't trust me anyway." Michael asks just who Mr. Evans does trust, and Max launches a sloooow forty-five-degree turn of the head to look squarely at Isabel. And I'm sorry to belabor an obvious point here, but if my brother ever looked at my sister that way, you'd better believe I would have followed through with my plan to drive my car into a ditch and move to another planet as quickly as non-humanly possible.
Maria and Liz lie in Liz's bed together, mid-convo, Liz askink, "And then you kissed him?" Indeed she did. Liz clarifies that it was "just a kiss," but Maria thinks "maybe not." There was "passion," that kind of "woke [her] up." Liz: "Like Sleeping Beauty." Or poppers. But at least with the Disney reference, somebody else has been thinking like a thirteen-year-old. Maria thinks that sometimes she "pays a huge price for knowing Michael and knowing these aliens. It's like, I didn't think I'd end up here, dealing with this crap every day. I mean, I love Michael and I do sort of love this ridiculous soap opera, but I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm trapped and I'm never gonna get out. I mean, I didn't sign up for this." Liz: "Yes, you did. We all did." Maria: "I know." The amount of times I have had that verbatim conversation, with me playing the role of Maria and Sars playing the role of Liz (sorry, Sars) is just plain staggering. Read it again. It's really, really spooky. ["That's okay but who's Michael in our version? UPN?" -- Sars]
Hal is all packed. Maria walks into her kitchen with an "insane idea," telling Hal that she wants to do as she planned and go to New York with him. So she's coming. Right after she graduates. Maybe. Hal says that she doesn't owe him an explanation, and tells her that they're "fine." He apologizes for doing anything to make her uncomfortable, and drawls, "I just wish you hadn't hidden yourself away with that guitar." Those are his parting words? At the door, he asks, "You gonna come and see me in the Village?" She promises to get her "front-row seats." At the Village? I love that place.