Roswell1999

Max:
Morning. You-you're going for a run? That must be up to five to six miles by now.

[Isabel ignores him]

Max:
Look, I know you're still mad and everything, but uh, I-I really need someone to talk to.

[Isabel sits in front of him, glaring at him]

Max:
Well, it's not easy to say, but uh, especially to my sister, but uh, you know that Tess and I have been giving a long and kind of cross and last night, we... things... something came up between us... something happened.

Isabel:
You slept with her?

Max:
Yeah.

Isabel:
[sarcastically] Wow. Congratulations, Max. You lost your virginity.

[she unenthusiastically applauds]

Max:
Is...

Isabel:
Oh, gee, I'm sorry. Were you looking for some sort of comfort or sympathy before you went off and washed her dried sweat from your body? Or hey, did you guys do it in the shower?

Max:
Forget it.

Isabel:
His majesty will now retire to his room!

Max:
We didn't plan it, all right? It just happened. I'm feeling a little weird about it right now and... I'm just hoping...

Isabel:
You were wrong. I don't care about your morning after anxieties, or your delicate feelings. Because my feelings sure as hell don't matter to you.