Janet: Bartender? No. Late-night hours. Carpenter's assistant? Well, that would be -- that would be a union deal. Dental hygienist. Yuck. Ok. "$18 An hour, no experience necessary" -- embalmer's assistant? Only if I could practice on Sophie.
Trevor: Hey, hey, hey. What you got there?
Janet: Oh, nothing. Just Erica's check.
Trevor: Practicing a little magic? Abracadabra, tape it together, it's going to be whole again?
Janet: Well, I thought I'd bring it back to Erica. I'd feel better that way.
Trevor: I will take care of it. I will call Erica first time I get into the office, ok? So, are you still planning on turning yourself into a Wall Street wizard?
Janet: Well, why not? Don't you think I can wheel and deal with the big boys and girls?
Trevor: Oh, sure I do. I just don't feature you trading orange juice, soybeans, and pork bellies. See you later, babe. Take care.
Janet: Bye.

Image: You're pathetic. You finally scrape together another measly $1,000, and you can't even hold on to it. You know what amazes me? How you hang on to Trevor. Do yourself a favor -- change out of that frumpy outfit and comb your hair. Janet: Just go away. I don't need this now.
Image: No, what you need is 50 grand, and what you got is bubkes. Oh, and a torn-up check.
Janet: Just leave me alone!
Image: You need me. Admit it.
Janet: Never.
Image: I'm the only one that can help you, and you know it.
Janet: I won't listen to this. I can't.

Dixie: Are you having problems with Vanessa and Leo?
Palmer: Oh, no, no. No, it's nothing like that. It's just that I'm still trying to get used to the news of Vanessa's younger son. I mean, life with Vanessa is never dull.
Dixie: Well, I wish it was a little less exciting. I don't like this. What's up with you? You're taking the shooting a bit too much in stride. I mean, is there something that you're not telling me?
Palmer: You're not going to let this go, are you? All right. Vanessa has a scorned lover.
Dixie: A what?
Palmer: Yeah. A man. His name is Randolph- uh -- Fairweather. Fairweather, Fairweather. And Vanessa was involved with him once, and it seems that he's -- well, he just hasn't taken the breakup too well.
Dixie: And you think this is the guy that shot you? Uncle Palmer, this is serious. You have to call the police.
Palmer: Oh, the police -- the police are watching everything.
Dixie: Well, I don't like this. I don't like it one bit. I mean, is there something that I can do?
Palmer: No, no. Not at all, really. Vanessa is doting on me. There is something you can do.
Dixie: Well, you name it.
Palmer: Would you try to be nice to Vanessa and Leo?
Dixie: Be nice? When haven't I been nice?
Palmer: I know that you're loyal to Opal, and I O is your husband's mother and everything. But now Vanessa is my family. And her son -- well, both her sons.
Dixie: Look, I've been very nice to David. And I'm not the one who maintains feuds or excommunicates family members.
Vanessa: Oh. Hello, darling. Oh. I hope we haven't been too -- oh, Dixie, have you met my son Leo?
Dixie: Oh, yes, yes. Nice to see you again.
Leo: And you. I'm looking forward to cashing my rain check for dinner.
Dixie: Yes. Well, invitation still stands.
Leo: Thank you.
Dixie: Vanessa, Uncle Palmer just told me about your stalker.
Vanessa: Oh, yes. Isn't that awful? I never thought the man would go that far, and it really tears me up that Palmer had to suffer at that man's hands.
Nurse: Mr. Cortlandt, I need to take you down for your tests now.
Palmer: Oh.
Vanessa: Oh. Would you like me to go with you, darling?
Palmer: No, I'll be fine.
Vanessa: I'll be right here when you get back.

Dixie: This just must be terrifying, never knowing when this guy is going to come around again.
Vanessa: Yes. But I feel so much safer now that the police are involved.
Derek: Oh, good. Because I have a few more questions. Hey, Dixie.
Dixie: Hi, Derek. Well, I'll let you get to it. You find this guy, ok?
Derek: Sure.
Dixie: Tell Uncle Palmer that I'll be back to visit him very soon.
Vanessa: Right. We'll do lunch soon, right?
Dixie: Right. Bye.
Vanessa: Bye.

Leo: What can we do for you, Lieutenant?
Derek: I've been trying to track down Randolph Fairbrother, but I can't find a single trace of the guy. Makes you wonder if he even exists.

Stuart: Adam?
Marian: I can explain, Stuart.
Adam: Stuart, let me out of here. Liza has the remote control.
Stuart: Liza, did you lock him in there?
Liza: Stuart, you don't understand.
Adam: Your wife locked me in here. Let me out. I'll explain everything.
Marian: I overheard him trying to kidnap Colby. And he tried to lock me up in there, but I got out at the last minute.
Stuart: You -- you tried to kidnap Colby?
Adam: I was going to come back after things settled down. I was going to bring her back.
Stuart: Well, then -- then you tried to lock Marian up in there?
Adam: I was going to leave a note for Marian, a very nice note -- "let Marian out" note. Stuart, they want to keep me in here forever.
Stuart: What is this? Liza: Oh, this is this wonderful safe room that Adam built to keep out terrorists.
Adam: Yes. Now, let me out.
Liza: Seems it worked the other way around.
Adam: Stuart.
Tad: Adam! Marian!
Liza: It's Tad.
Tad: Is anybody home?
Marian: What are we going to do now?
Liza: Ok. Go, go, go, go, go!
Marian: That was a good answer. Come on. Come on, darling, hurry up. Hurry.
Tad: Did you just see that?
Rae: Yes, I did. What the hell is going on around here?

Tad: Adam. What are -- where have you been? And why are working so hard at avoiding us?
Rae: Yeah, why? You said -- you promised that you would help us. Now, what's going on here?
Stuart: [Impersonating Adam] I --
Marian: I'm sure Adam doesn't appreciate your barging in here like this. You should talk to Winifred. She shouldn't allow people just to come barging in like that.
Stuart: You're right. You're right. I will. Yes. Yes. Winifred, I need a word with you!
Tad: No, you don't. Listen, I am here for the second time today because -- because we want to pitch the idea for the new show.
Stuart: Oh, well, pitch away. Catch you later. Winifred!

Rae: What?
Tad: There he goes again. For God's sakes, Marian, why doesn't he just shout, "heigh-ho, silver," and be done with it? What the hell is going on?
Marian: Nothing! Why didn't you wait for Adam to call you? He would have been in a much more receptive mood if you'd made an appointment.
Tad: He wasn't supposed to call me. You said he was going come to my house. And since when do you know or care anything about Adam's moods? No, no. The real question is, why am I dealing with you? You're ridiculous. Where's Liza?
Marian: She's up in Colby's nursery. I'll go up and get her.
Tad: Yeah, you do that.
Rae: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Would you please just tell me what just happened here?
Tad: Why are you asking me? I'm making this up as I go along. Something screwy going on around Chandlerville. Come on.
Rae: Oh, for heaven's sake.
Tad: No, honey --
Rae: Oh --

Adam: Did you see the shock on Stuart's face when he saw me like this? If Tad Martin hadn't walked in, I'd be free right now.
Liza: Actually, I think he was more upset that his wife was the original target and that you had been planning to kidnap my daughter.
Adam: Our daughter.
Liza: Where's the mute button on this thing?
Adam: You can't silence me, Liza. And you can't keep me trapped in here forever. I will get out, and when I do, we're going to have a little talk about our daughter and our future.

Derek: I ran Randolph Fairbrother name through our computers, and all I was able to come up with was a 27-year-old rodeo hand from Tulsa that got picked up for passing a bad check. Now, I don't know you very well, but if Palmer is any indication of your taste in men, I'm betting this cowboy isn't your type.
Leo: Did you try any of his other aliases?
Derek: No, since this is the first I'm hearing of it. What would those aliases be?
Leo: Well, when I ran across him in Klosters, he was going by the name Wilhelm Marchmain. Right after you introduced me to him in Paris. That's when we realized how possessive he was.
Vanessa: Oh, well, he was jealous of my son. Can you imagine?
Leo: Suspected he was going to try to have me killed and make it look like a skiing accident. You remember that freak avalanche?
Vanessa: Oh, don't even mention it, darling. I mean, I still get the willies even thinking about what could have happened.
Leo: Then about six months later, he -- he turned up in Monte Carlo as Stephano DeMorney. He followed us everywhere we went.
Vanessa: Oh, there was one night in a tapas bar in Barcelona. I think there he went as John Cervantes.
Leo: Yeah. But the most recent incident, before this, was when he snuck aboard Uri's yacht pretending to be Angelo Pavarotti.
Derek: Pavarotti?
Vanessa: Oh, Luciano's cousin. I had him thrown off that yacht immediately, of course. But the strange thing is I came down with a dreadful case of food poisoning that night. And they found out that the balsamic vinegar had been tainted, and guess who was hanging around the buffet table --
Derek: Oh, no, please let me -- Mr. Fairbrother Marchmain DeMorney Cervantes Pavarotti.
Leo: Outstanding recall, Lieutenant.
Derek: Thank you. How do you suppose your fingerprints got on what's-his-name's gun?
Leo: I have a theory.
Derek: I bet you do.
Leo: Randolph had me kidnapped, put my fingers on it while I was drugged so that it would look like I was the one who shot mother. That is, if Randolph is his real name.
Vanessa: You've got a point there. Suppose that's an alias, too. All right, Lieutenant. He did say that he was found of Auckland at this time of the year. So maybe you could put some of your people down at the department on that and try to track him down there.
Derek:: I'll be in touch, Mrs. Cortlandt
Leo: All right. See you.

Brooke: Hi.
Janet: Brooke. What are you doing here?
Brooke: Oh, did you forget? Jamie had a play date with Amanda.
Janet: Must have slipped my mind. Where's Jamie?
Brooke: Oh, actually, he saw Amanda in the back yard, so he ran off. Did you have other plans?
Janet: Just a hot date with the laundry a little later. Come on in. Do you have a minute to stay and talk, or do you have to go?
Brooke: I got a minute or two. So, what's on your mind?
Janet: Actually, a lot of things.
Trevor: Knock, knock.
Janet: Trevor, what are you doing back?
Trevor: I forgot my cell phone.


[Trevor whistles]

Trevor: Looking good there, Brooke.
Brooke: Oh. Well. No, actually, we have a meeting today with one of "Tempo's" major advertisers, and we're raising our rates. So I thought I would soften the blow just a little bit.
Trevor: Oh, yeah? Well, with your brains and your beauty, this guy doesn't stand a chance, does he?
Brooke: Oh, thank you so much. Really, that's exactly what my ego needed. Can I ask you a favor?
Trevor: Sure.
Brooke: If you're not too swamped, could you look over some shelter business for me? I haven't been able to find anybody since Belinda left, so --
Trevor: Sure. I'd be glad to.
Brooke: Oh, that would be great.
Trevor: Got to go.
Brooke: Ok.
Janet: Oh, wait. Didn't you forget something?
Trevor: Well, I got the cell phone, beauty, charm. What else do I need, huh? Briefcase in the car.
Janet: Oh, just a little kiss good-bye.
Trevor: Hey, you got it. We already did this.
Janet: Yeah, but doesn't mean we can't do it again.
Trevor: Yeah, let's do it again.
Brooke: Listen, I'm sorry. I -- I have to run.
Trevor: Hey, I'll walk you out.
Brooke: Ok. Janet: Well, we didn't get the chance to talk.
Brooke: I know. Listen, we'll catch up later if that's ok. I really have to stop by the office before this meeting. I'll pick Jamie up around 5:00?
Janet: Ok.
Trevor: Be good.
Brooke: Thanks.

Image: Wake up, Blondie. This is how it starts.
Janet: How what starts?
Image: First the compliments. Then the walk out to the car. And maybe she shows him a little leg. And then before you know it, late-night briefing sessions, and you're odd woman out in your own marriage.
Janet: Where do you come up with this nonsense?
Image: Did Trevor whistle at you? Compliment you on your combination of brains and beauty? No. He laughed at you and gave you a little peck on the cheek. And then broke sashays in here looking like a million bucks, smelling divine, and you look like that and smell like ammonia. Get with the program.
Janet: Brooke is my friend.
Image: Brooke is single, attractive, and getting hotter by the minute.
Janet: I'm not worried about Brooke.
Image: Was there really a play date scheduled? Or did she drop by hoping to run into Trevor?
Janet: This is ridiculous. You're not going to make me paranoid.
Image: It's only paranoid if it's not true.
Janet: This is my life. I want you to leave.
Image: But I've always been here. Don't you get it? I only pretended to be gone so you could get Amanda back. I love her. She's a hoot. You can even keep Trevor around if you want. But if you don't watch out, you're going to screw up and lose them both.
Janet: No. Trevor loves me.
Image: Yeah. Trevor likes meatloaf, too. I doubt he wants to go to bed with it. He's a man, and Brooke's throwing herself at him. Remember when you lost pierce to Brooke ? You want to lose Trevor, too?
Janet: I won't lose Trevor.
Image: You'll lose everything. You're being attacked from all sides. Sophie's going after Amanda. Brooke's going after Trevor. And you're walking through it like a Stepford wife on Prozac. Get in gear, girl. Save your child. Save your marriage before there's nothing left to save.

Marian: Oh, Liza. Thank goodness.
Liza: I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I mean, I just waited until Rae and tad were off Adam's monitor. Where did they go?
Marian: Oh, they're up in the nursery with Colby.
Liza: Ok. Well, we've got to act fast.
Marian: Yes, and that means you, Stuart. You've got to be Adam again. Please.
Stuart: I don't know. I'll -- I feel bad seeing Adam all locked up like that. It's kind of like I feel when I see the lion in the zoo.
Marian: Darling, he's not suffering. He's got plenty of food, and he can watch television all day long.
Stuart: I know. I know. But it's still not right.
Liza: I agree with you, Stuart. I mean, it really hurt me when I saw Adam. But I have to protect my daughter. And really, what's best for my daughter is that he's locked up in there until I know what to do.
Marian: Liza, what are you doing?
Liza: I trust Stuart. And if you feel that Adam should be let go, then I'm not going to stop you.
Marian: Stuart, please. Please wait till Liza's divorce is finalized and she has custody of Colby.
Stuart: I -- I have to talk to my brother.
Marian: Ok.
Stuart: Alone, Marian. I need to do this by myself.
Marian: Ok.
Adam: I was watching you on the monitor. I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Adam, you're acting like your old self again.
Adam: Just let me out, and we'll talk about it.
Stuart: No, let's talk about it now. You can't keep doing bad things. Adam: Yes, I know. I know. I'm sorry. I regret my actions. Now, just --
Stuart: I don't think you mean that.
Adam: Stuart, press the green button. Press it already. Stop this feeble lecture on morality and let me out of here. You've done enough damage already.
Stuart: What damage have I done?
Adam: Stumbling around pretending to be me. God knows how you've gotten away with it this long. But you certainly can't take it any further. Now, let me out!
Stuart: I think I'm pretty good at being you.
Adam: You look like me. That is the extent of your impersonation. You -- you lower your voice, but you don't -- you can't talk like me. You can't think like me. And you cannot sure as hell be me. So don't delude yourself into thinking you can.
Stuart: So you think I'm not smart enough? Is that what you mean?
Adam: No. That's not what I mean.
Stuart: What else could you have meant? Adam, for one thing, I don't want to think like you. And for another thing, that doesn't make me stupid. That makes me smart. Maybe even smarter than you.
Adam: No, I don't think so.
Stuart: Adam, you remember when we were kids and we really acted up and Mama sent us upstairs to our room to think things over? Remember? Well, I think -- I think Marian was right to keep you in here because you got a lot of things you got to think about.
Adam: Stuart, don't be a fool. Let me out of here.
Stuart: So now I'm stupid and a fool?
Adam: You're twisting my words.
I didn't say that. Stuart: Remember how you used to jump on those kids who called me dumb when we were growing up? You remember the time you yelled at old man tucker when he said I was -- was it -- a nincompoop, that time after church? I never thought I'd see the day when you -- when you'd call me stupid, Adam.
Adam: Stuart.
Stuart: You know, Millicent Greenlee and that bunch -- I don't -- who cares what they think? I don't. I just never once thought that you thought that way.
Adam: I don't.
Stuart: Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes. You think you're smarter than me because you know a lot about money and business and stuff. Well, I know a lot more about people's feelings than you do. So if you're smart for knowing what I don't know, then I'm smart for knowing what you don't know.
Adam: Your point's taken. I misspoke. Now, can we get on with this?
Stuart: Adam, you have to care about people. If you don't, you're just going to keep on making the same bad mistakes.
Adam: Is it bad to want to be with my own child?
Stuart: If it means stealing her away from her mother --yes.
Adam: That's exactly what she tried to do to me with Jake Martin.
Stuart: Because she can't trust you. Jake Martin was supposed to be her father. Not you.
Adam: Yeah, well, it's too late to do anything about that, isn't it?
Stuart: Yeah. Maybe too late, but you can't just go on being bad to people, Adam.
Adam: I am an important person! I have global matters literally dying for want of my attention! I don't have time for this!
Stuart: Adam. You're not any more important than anyone else, Adam. That's your whole problem. You think it's all about you. You're just a big spoiled brat. Well, go to your room. I'm just going to keep doing it.
Adam: Doing what?
Stuart: Being you. I'm better at it than you'll ever be.

Tad: Liza. What are you doing in here? Marian just said you were in the nursery.
Liza: Oh, I -- I must have just missed you. Rae, hi. How are you?
Rae: Fine, I think. We really need to speak to Adam.
Tad: Yeah. And he was here a minute ago. Then all of sudden, he disappeared. Where is he?
Liza: Oh, my. Uh -- oh.
Stuart: [Impersonating Adam] I'm right here. Now, Martin, what in blazes do you want?

Dixie: Well, I thought you might like to know -- thank you -- that I stopped by the hospital to see Uncle Palmer, and he is sitting up in a wheelchair.
Opal: A wheelchair?
Dixie: Yes. He just had some tests done, but he's fine. Just -- you know.
Opal: And I suppose his devoted wife was ever-present by his side?
Dixie: Yes, she was there. As was her son.
Opal: Which one?
Dixie: Oh, you know, the continental charmer
. Opal: Oh, him.
Leo: Hello, ladies.
Dixie: Speak of the devil. We meet again.
Becca: Well, back so soon. Who do you have with you this time, the Queen of Sheba?
Leo: No. Just me. I would like to express Signora Agnelli's appreciation. She absolutely adores her new haircut.
Opal: Well, another satisfied customer.
Tiffany: Oh. Hello again.
Leo: Hello, tiffany. How are you?
Tiffany: Did you change your mind about your manicure? I can take you in a minute. I'm almost done with my customer.
Dixie: Actually, I'd like a manicure, and I was here first.
Leo: Of course. I'm here for other reasons.
Tiffany: Well, come on in. Have a seat, Mrs. Martin. I'll be right with you.
Dixie: Ok.
Leo: I'd like to thank you for helping me out. I hope that it wasn't too presumptuous bringing Signora Agnelli by last minute and all.
Opal: Well, it was a light day, so it worked out.
Leo: Oh, that's very kind of you to say. I realize that there might be some tension between you and my mother, but I'm hoping that there won't be any between us. I'd like it if we could be friends, Mrs. Cortlandt.
Opal: Well, I guess we could give it a go. But you'll have to start by dropping that "Mrs. Cortlandt" bit. I'm Opal.
Leo: I'd like that, Opal. I just got a new job. V.P. Of international relations for Cortlandt Electronics. I was hoping to get a power hairstyle.
Opal: I think your hair looks fine just the way it is.
Leo: Thanks, but I want to look like I mean business.
Opal: Well, hair doesn't make the man. It's what's underneath that counts. But if you're hell-bent on a hairstyle -- wait here. I'll see if Ginger can squeeze you in.
Leo: Thanks, opal. Oh -- do you suppose I could get some tea while I wait?
Opal: Tea, you want? Well, I think so. Becca, could you show Leo the tea and coffee tray, please?
Becca: Sure. It's right there. Excuse me.

Janet: Hi, Opal.
Opal: Oh, hi.
Janet: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Opal: Sure. I just got to free up a stylist, all right?
Janet: It seems like business is going great.
Opal: Oh, my Lord -- knock wood -- yeah, but this isn't going to happen. She is booked solid right up through lunch. Could you just sit down a second till I figure this out?

Sophie: Spare some change, please.
Opal: Ooh. Well, sure. I think the Glamorama can certainly afford to help out somebody who's down on their luck. There you go.
Sophie: Bless you.
Opal: Thanks, honey. Listen, you know, I've got a friend who runs a shelter for women, and maybe you'd like to go over there. She could put you up for a night or two.
Sophie: Bless you.
Opal: I'll just put the address down on a card for you, ok, honey?

Sophie: Thanks. Now only $48,999 to go.
Janet: What, are you crazy? There's "wanted" posters for you all over town.
Sophie: Well, nobody looks at those things. Besides, you didn't even recognize me. I got to survive until you pay up. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
Janet: Stop that! Do you want to get arrested for shoplifting, too?
Sophie: Careful. Anything happens to me, your little Amanda gets a visit from one of my friends. Bet she'd welcome a visit from Santa or one of Santa's helpers. Ho, ho, ho.

Becca: I'm sorry, but Ginger's backed up until after lunch, so it might be a while.
Leo: I've got time.
Becca: Ok.
Leo: Becca, are you upset with me about the other night?
Becca: What, going to tad and Dixie's? No, I'm not upset.
Leo: Good, because I have an open invitation for dinner and I plan to come again.
Becca: Ok, whatever. But I may not be there.
Leo: That's not good.
Becca: Why? Were you hoping for some Pigeon Hollow blue-plate special? Possum fritters and cornpone?
Leo: Ease up, Becca. Why do you have such a bad impression of me? For all that churchgoing, you seem to have forgotten one of the commandments. "Thou shalt not judge."
Becca: And what commandment would that be, exactly?
Leo: Well, if it's not a commandment, I'm sure it's in the good book somewhere. Maybe you can save my soul. Tell me about your church.
Becca: Oh, my church? Well, I belong to a very special denomination. Not a lot of people know about it, just backcountry people, because they're really the only people that know how to handle the snakes.
Leo: Snakes?
Becca: Yeah. I mean, if you believe they're not poisonous, then you are fine. But the nonbelievers -- watch out. Let's just say it's a real test of faith. I got bit once. You want to see my scars?
Leo: No, that's ok.
Becca: Are you sure? What about some swamp land? Do you want to buy some from me?
Leo: Good one.

Vanessa: You know, it really was quite endearing, though, watching Leo. He was so protective of you. You would have thought he was your very own son.
Palmer: You know, I'm having a little trouble tracking all of these stories that are floating around. What exactly did you tell Leo about the shooting?
Vanessa: Oh, Leo is very astute, darling. He understood exactly what needed to be done and he did it, thank heavens, for all of us.

[Knock on door]

Derek: I thought you should know there's been a development in your case. I've contacted the FBI. And Interpol.

Liza: Actually, I've been trying to get on Adam's calendar for a while, and he and I were supposed to sit down and talk this morning. So do you think that maybe you could reschedule just a little bit, maybe?

[Colby fusses]

Tad: Oh, jinkies. How about that. Sounds like Colby wants her mother.
Rae: Yes, well, we'll be very brief, I promise. By the time you get back from seeing your daughter, we'll be done, won't we?
Tad: Yeah, definitely.
Liza: Ok. I'll be right back.
Stuart: [Impersonating Adam] we'll talk later, Liza. You can go too, Marian.
Marian: Oh. I don't mind staying.
Stuart: This doesn't concern you, Marian. Run along.
Marian: Ok, Adam. Ok.
Stuart: Now, what is this all about?
Tad: What, are you on medication? I just told you, the new sh-- it's called "Nothing but the Truth." We're thinking, you know, reality-based. Very confrontational, as in a series of ongoing exposes that would uncover any hypocrisy or corruption.
Stuart: Oh, hypocrisy, corruption. There's a lot of that going around.
Tad: Well, you should know. All right. We would -- we're contemplating the format we used at the Valley Inn when we uncovered you as the owner of WRCW.
Stuart: Oh. Will there be any pie-throwing?
Rae: Well, I suppose there could be. Some of the topics that we could cover would be, like --
Tad: Cigarettes -- shops selling to minors.
Rae: Yes, the store with -- selling cigarettes to kids.
Stuart: Oh, sounds good, yes. Do you think you could have -- would you be interested in animal shelters that sell puppies and kitties to labs for testing?
Rae: Well, yes. I think that is good. Yes. So that means you like it? You're going to lend your support?

Adam: No. Do nothing for Martin.

Stuart: Well, how much support do you need?
Tad: Well, it's just a round number. But you know, we were thinking in the department of four -- 4 1/2 mil?
Stuart: Well, I like round numbers. How about five mil?

Adam: Oh, my God.

Stuart: Here, I'll write you a check.

Adam: Write him a check? You idiot.

Stuart: There you are.
Tad: $5 Million. That's -- that's -- lot of zeroes.
Rae: Yeah.
Tad: Well, Adam, it's -- it's a real pleasure doing business with you. Rae, come on. Let's go.
Rae: Well, no, no. I want to talk about Daniel.
Tad: No, I really think it's time we should leave.
Rae: I believe that he's here in Pine Valley. You obviously know something, don't you?
Tad: No, he doesn't.
Rae: What are you doing, Tad?
Tad: Not now. Not now.
Rae: I have to talk -- no!
Tad: Thank you very much.
Rae: What are you doing? Are you crazy?
Tad: Shh, shh. Ok? Trust me. Let's just go.
Rae: What?

Palmer: Well, I certainly do appreciate your thoroughness, but I mean, isn't it a little bit of overkill involving the Interpol and FBI. For just a little local shooting?
Derek: Well, you're a prominent man, Palmer. And given this fellow's international status and his aliases, I thought the action was warranted. Unfortunately, neither the FBI. Nor Interpol is willing to commit to resources to maintain an active search.
Vanessa: What a shame. So what happens now?
Derek: Well, you've told us everything you can, right?
Vanessa: Yes, of course.
Derek: Of course. Well, then as long he's out of our jurisdiction, there's nothing more we can do except wait for Randolph Fairbrother or Angelo Pavarotti or whomever to surface. As of now, this is in the unsolved case file.
Palmer: Well, thanks for the update.
Derek: Yeah. I wish I could do more. Good afternoon, folks.
Palmer: Angelo Pavarotti?
Vanessa: He's Italian. He's got to have hundreds of cousins.
Palmer: I must say, you and Leo -- well, you're a formidable team. Just be careful not to bite off more than you can chew. You could choke to death.

Stuart: They're gone.
Marian: Oh, Stuart, you were wonderful. You know, for a minute there, I didn't know whether it was you or Adam.
Stuart: Well, I think I fooled Tad and Rae. I just couldn't let Adam out. He's -- he's so full of himself.
Liza: Well, you know, we got to come up with a better plan because we can't keep him locked up in there forever. It's not like he's going to mellow with age.

Adam: Damn straight.

Stuart: Well, I'm not afraid of Adam. He's wrong and I'm right, so I have to just try to keep doing what's right no matter what.
Marian: Oh, darling. I am so proud of you.
Stuart: Oh, ok. Thanks. But I got to go.
Marian: Go where?
Stuart: To the office.
[Impersonating Adam] I've got a business to run.

Adam: I quit.

Becca: I'm sorry, but we are completely backed up today.
Leo: I appreciate her trying.
Becca: Well, she wants you to come back again soon.
Leo: Count on it. I don't give up that easily. Oh, and we will have dinner together. Now, that's the power of faith.

Tiffany: Ginger said she was out of henna, and when I went to check the supply closet, all of the perm rods were all over the floor.
Opal: Oh, my Lord. Oh, I cannot get any more behind today. Janet, please forgive me. I'm going to have to catch you a little later, ok?
Janet: Ok. It's all right. Sure. Some other time.
Dixie: I don't get it. Adam Chandler gave you $5 million?
Tad: I'm telling you, I'm just sorry I didn't ask for 10. I almost started singing "Pennies from Heaven."
Dixie: It just doesn't make any sense. I mean, he canceled "The Cutting Edge." Why would he bankroll your new show?
Rae: Tell her why you said Adam doesn't know anything about Daniel. Wait till you hear this.
Tad: This is the best part. Because it wasn't Adam. The man we just saw was Stuart.
Dixie: So Stuart is pretending to be Adam again?
Tad: I'd bet this check on it.
Dixie: Then where is Adam?
Tad: I don't know. What's more, I don't give a damn. One thing's for sure -- until he comes back, I got some big plans for Stuart.