Isabel: We still have each other, isn't that enough? I'm just...I'm just afraid that you won't find what you're looking for. Or that maybe you will and you won't need Max or me anymore.

Michael: No, not ever. No one ever comes for me.
Isabel: I will. Whenever you need me.

Isabel: There's nobody around for a couple of blocks. I think we're safe.
Maria: Safe is not the word I would choose.
Isabel: Safe to follow him.

Isabel: (to Maria who's put the car in reverse trying to follow the FBI Agent) Subtle. He'll never notice us going backwards.

Isabel: You know, I'm the one who should be complaining, stuck out here with you two.

Isabel: Yeah. How about the girls who hang out with you to meet a better class of guys?
Tess: Or the guys who say they understand you and really just want to be your friend, but all they really want is 15 minutes alone with you in the janitor's closet.
Isabel: We have an eraser room.

Isabel: (to Max about the new girl being at their house) Well, it's not like I'm going to fall in love with her and tell her our secret and compromise our very existence.

Isabel: I don't think that anyone, or anything that would pretend to be a teenage girl in order to seduce Max is on our side.

Isabel: Hi. I'm on the Sunshine Committee this year, and we were wondering if we could just get...
Administrator: The what?
Isabel: The Sunshine Committee. You know, kinda like the Welcome Wagon for new students. Helps them get along and fit into a new place.
Administrator: I've been here eight years. I've never heard of a Sunshine Committee.
Isabel: I know. Isn't that terrible? A few of us though it was time to start one up. You can never have too much sunshine, don't you think? Anyway, there's a new student that just started here, Tess Harding, she's our first project. And I though maybe I could get some information about her from you. You know, her class schedule, something from her last school...anything personal that might make her feel more at home.

Isabel: That's enough, both of you. Do you ever stop to ask how I feel? God. No, you're too busy deciding who's right to notice that this is happening to me, too. Oh, God. Whatever Tess did when she was here yesterday, the sugar cubes, the...I think she made me have that dream.