Isabel: Can we get back to the part where you got arrested, please?
Michael: Look, it's over, ok? Max fixed it.

Isabel: Your favorite flavor is vanilla?

Isabel: The perfect Liz Parker lying to her mother?
Liz: Yeah, well, at least she knows what species I am.

Liz: No wonder you always look so perfect.
Isabel: You think so?
Liz: Please...you're like the Elle McPherson of the sophomore class.
Isabel: Well, I guess that answers question number 12: "Who do you envy?"

Isabel: Great. They probably already made it through. Now what are we supposed to do?
Max: We'll just get some rest...keep going when it's open.
Isabel: What, you mean sleep in the jeep? Out here, together?

Isabel: I believe you. The day Michael calls anybody honey, it's all over.

Isabel: Max. This is, by far, the most pathetic Christmas tree I have ever seen. Did you even refer to my diagram?
Max: I had to run out this morning. There were only a few left.
Isabel: You know, I give you one tiny, little assignment, and you can't even handle that?

Isabel: Actually I think Maria would find it in her heart to forgive you for exceeding the price limit, though there would be hell to pay if you gave the girl you love an electric toothbrush for Christmas. You're better off getting her no gift at all.

Isabel: (incredulous, learning where Max left Nasedo’s dead body) In your room?!

Max: We're doing the right thing. Until we know what we're up against, we've got to keep our heads down. Try to blend in.
Isabel: I hope so. I'm too young to be dust.

Isabel: We have to kill him… He used an alien weapon. What human could do that? He's a skin...whatever that means. And he killed Nasedo and he's been stalking the rest of us. We're at war. It's him or us, and I choose us.

Isabel: (teasing) I think this is as close as you've ever come to the library, Michael.