[Liz walks back towards her locker to go look in a mirror and sees Max walks into the locker room]
Liz: Max!
Max: Liz.
Liz: What are you doing here?
Max: I just... I wanted to see you.
Liz: Here?
Max: I had to know if something was real.
Liz: If what was real?
Max: Well, just like you seeing things... I've seen things. And... one of those... things...
[Max slowly looks around the room and there's a slight air of familiarity as in focuses on a shower head]
Liz: You saw my fantasy?
Max: I had to know if... if... what I saw was... really from you or if it was just my imagination, which... it definitely... definitely could've been. Except... I've never been in the girls' locker room. And now that I see it, and... well, it... it is the same room... I know I didn't make it up.
Liz: This is really horrible.
Max: No, Liz. It's incredible, really.
Liz: This is not incredible.
Max: Wait. Please? Listen. Please? The main thing is... I didn't just see what you saw. I felt... what you felt... when you saw me. And I never thought anyone could really... ever feel that way about me.
Liz: Really?