Isabel: Well, he's a complex individual with...a lot of complexities.
Maria: Admittedly, he’s not James Bond, but --
Michael: [He's] a really good friend.
Maria: And you can't [talk] about Alex without capturing his sense of humor.
Max: The teacher’s loved him. That guy could get away with anything...
Liz: [He's] been my friend since Ms. Elmer's class in the fifth grade.
ALEX: Do you have any idea what you've done to Maria?
MICHAEL: Dude, it was a misunderstanding.
ALEX: Look. I don't care that you've got 30 pounds on me or...or that you can kill me with some...some twisted alien power. I will not let you treat her like that. I...I don't care that Isabel treats me like crap, but no one does that to Maria, all right? She's not just some girl!
MICHAEL: You gotta believe me...I have nothing...
(Courtney happens to stop by at that moment)
COURTNEY: Knock knock.
(Alex turns around and nails Michael in the face. Alex immediately starts wincing)
ALEX: Ow!
MICHAEL: You realize you just risked your life?
ALEX: Yeah.
MICHAEL: You're a really good friend, man.
ALEX: Call me that again, and I'll really kick your ass.
(Alex leaves)
The full poem that Liz found while going through Alex's things:
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
by Robert Frost
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