ISABEL: Jitters? Surely you jest.
KYLE: No, and don't call me--
TOGETHER: --Shirley.
ISABEL: We are spending way too much time together.

ISABEL: Just say it, Max. You don't want me to marry Jesse. It's ok. Believe me, people aren't exactly jumping for joy when they hear the news.

MAX: Don't you think there's a reason that everyone keeps telling you the same thing... Like maybe we're right?
ISABEL: Or maybe you could trust me.

MAX: First we need a sample of his blood, make sure he's not an alien.
MICHAEL: Oh, yeah, that'll be easy.
MAX: Then we check into his background, talk to his family, his friends, try and find out everything we can about this guy. We can't let Isabel know. She already feels abandoned by most of her family. If she knows that I'm not into this...
MICHAEL: Max, you're not into this.
MAX: I know. I know, but... Now that I stupidly agreed to be best man, I can't let her know that. Not until I have something solid on Jesse.

ISABEL: You're gonna help me?
MARIA: Mm-hmm.
ISABEL: Thank you. Thank you, Maria. Ok, ok... You can start with, um... Um...You know what, you just start with everything. I gotta go.

LIZ: So what's the most pressing emergency?
MARIA: Uh, my dress, your dress, and her dress in that order.

MICHAEL: We've got bad news, Maxwell. Jesse Ramirez is... Ta-da! Human. Yeah, nice red blood cells. Not a green one in the bunch.

ISABEL: Huh. Whose blood is this? Is this Jesse's blood? Are you testing his blood now?
MICHAEL: And he passed! Because I knew he would pass. I told Max-
ISABEL: Max is in on this?

MARIA: Oh, thank god you're here! Oh...Ok... Um, here's the situation. Uh, there's a slight kink in the plans. Your... Your dress is in Florida.
ISABEL: What???

Mr. Parker: Liz, what the hell is going on? I just got a call from the bakery about a wedding cake.
Liz: Uh, yeah, I'm catering Isabel's wedding.
Mr. Parker: I'm not laughing.
Liz: I'm not joking.

ISABEL: I need to talk to you. Um, I want you to do something for me at the wedding, during the ceremony actually.
JIM: It's not an usher, is it? I look so bad in those monkey suits.

KARTER: I get it.
KYLE: I don't know what you're talking about.
KARTER: I get it, okay? The whole stuck in Mayberry until we're nice to Gomer routine. Sorry I hurt your poor little feelings. Now how much will it take to get you to fix the bus so the band can get back on the road and make the air dates I keep booking?

ISABEL: You broke his nose?!
MAX: I didn't mean to. It just...Happened.
ISABEL: Oh, it just happened. You just happened to be swinging your fist in the air, and he just happened to step in front it!

Mrs. Evans: It's lovely. I mean, really it is, but I just thought that maybe as an option. This was my wedding dress, girls, and my mother wore it before I did, and I'd be honored-
ISABEL: I love you, Mom.

Mrs. Ramirez: Can I leave you two alone, or do I have to referee?

LIZ: Dad, I'm gonna dance with Max. Not because it's tradition and not because I found some kind of loophole but because it's my choice. We love each other, and we are going to be together.

ISABEL: Kyle, did you see that guy who was here?
KYLE: The guy you were talking to and dancing with?
ISABEL: You saw him? You really saw him?
KYLE: Sure. Why? Who was he?
ISABEL: Someone who can't be here.

Quote of the Week:

ISABEL: It is all about trust, Max. God, do you really think that I would marry someone that I don't even know? Someone who might be secretly working for the FBI or even--ohh! An alien? Don't you think I have walked through his dreams a few times, and that maybe I checked on his alien status a long time ago? God, Max! The irony here is that I trusted you. I trusted you to stand up at my wedding when my whole family bailed. I trusted you to be there for me... and you weren't.