Greenlee: Sylvia. What are you doing here?
Sylvia: I work here, ma'am.
Greenlee: Not today.
Sylvia: I'm sorry?
Greenlee: Yeah, my grandparents went to New York, and the staff gets the day off -- with pay.
Sylvia: But the plants need to be watered.
Greenlee: I'll take care of that for you. Go, go, go, go. Have a great day.
Sylvia: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Greenlee: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Ryan: Hey -- ah, ah, ah -- that's cold. That's very, very cold.
Greenlee: Mmm.
Ryan: Now, I didn't know you had a green thumb.
Greenlee: I've been told I have a knack for making things grow.
Ryan: Really?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Ryan: Well, we have 23 hours and 57 minutes to test out that theory.

Palmer: The idiot! The minute he checks in, put him through to me immediately. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from any of my employees, especially him! Oh. Ooh. Ow.
Vanessa: Oh, my dear, you look so much better today. Oh, have I had a busy morning. I must tell you. I have been arranging for the hotel staff to move those people next door in the suite out so that Leo can occupy that suite immediately. And, darling, I can't wait for you to be released. Then we can be a happy, whole family. You know, I think you're just going to love Leo.
Palmer: Leo can live in the street as far as I care.
Vanessa: What?
Palmer: I may have to be his stepfather, but I will not become his sugar daddy. You and that indolent whelp of yours are not going to push me around. Is that clear?

Woman: Ah, che bella.
Opal: Oh. Leo, isn't it? I remember you making quite an entrance at Palmer's party. How you feeling?
Leo: Much better, thanks. It's --
Opal: Good.
Leo: As lovely as I've heard.
Opal: Well, thank you very kindly, young man. What can I do for you?
Leo: This is Signora Agnelli from Milan.
Signora Agnelli: Ah, ciao.
Opal: Ah.
Leo: She's heard raves about the Glamorama. I promised her a full morning of treatments before she flies home tomorrow.
Opal: Aha.
Leo: You're not going to make a liar out of me, are you?
Opal: Well, I think we can accommodate Miss Agnelli.
Signora Agnelli: Grazie.
Leo: She doesn't speak much English, but I'm sure you two will hit it off. Two such beautiful women must have a lot in common.
Signora Agnelli: Ah.
Opal: Well, why don't you come right this way, Miss Agnelli.
Signora Agnelli: Ah, grazie.
Opal: I'll get you all fixed up.
Leo: Arrivederci.
Opal: I have visited a lot of spas in Europe.

Leo: Does Becca Tyree work here?
Tiffany: Uh-huh.
Leo: Is she working today?
Tiffany: But she's busy. I'm free. Very.
Leo: While you're any man's dream, I really would like to see Miss Tyree. Ah -- just the woman I was looking for.
Becca: Oh. What are you doing here?
Leo: What else? I'm desperate for a makeover.

Dixie: What is this?
Tad: It's Jamie's Christmas list. He told me to send it airmail.
Dixie: Airmail.
Tad: Get it?
Dixie: Oh, that's cute.
Tad: Yark, yark, yark.
Dixie: Well, I'll have to list this one with Junior's. He turned his in a week ago.
Tad: My, how punctual.
Dixie: Hmm. What about you, big boy? What would you like for Christmas?
Tad: Don't start. The only thing that's left on my list is "nothing but the truth.".
Dixie: But the truth? Honey, do we have something we have to talk about?
Tad: No, no, "Nothing but the Truth." That's the name of my new show. I mean, that's what I'm thinking about, anyway. What do you think?
Dixie: Oh. "Nothing but the Truth." That's good. That's good. I like it.
Tad: It's cute.
Dixie: It's nice.

[Doorbell rings]

Tad: Effervescent.
Dixie: It's up.
Tad: Oh, perfect -- I'll work on it. No, really, I wouldn't want to kill you.
Rae: Hey, hey, hey. It's me again.
Tad: Hey, how are you?
Dixie: Hi.
Tad: It's about time. Where have you been?
Rae: Well, are we all ready?
Dixie: Where are we going?
Rae: Oh.
Tad: Rae and I thought we'd pay a visit to Adam at Chez Chandler this morning. I'm going to insist he bankroll my new show. Of course, there's no way in hell he's going to go for it, but hopefully he'll be off balance long enough for her to push him about Daniel's whereabouts because, after all, he did promise to help her find him.
Rae: Yes, he did. And I do believe I saw Daniel the other night at Valley Inn. And if he is here, then Adam knows something. I just have to find Adam before Daniel finds out I'm here and takes off.
Tad: Yeah, you want to come? Visit the devil's lair?
Dixie: Oh, no, thank you. I have my own devil to visit -- Uncle Palmer. He is in the hospitals, so -- I mean, I have to go visit him.
Rae: Yeah, of course you do. I still can't believe he got shot at his own party. You think that he might still be in danger?
Tad: Well, one thing's for sure -- that gunman is still out there. And I don't want you getting caught in the middle of any unfinished business, so you be careful out there, ok?
Dixie: Oh, stop. What you're doing, visiting Adam, is much more dangerous than me visiting Palmer. I'll be fine.
Tad: Mm-hmm.
Dixie: Listen, why don't we all just go?
Tad: Let's do it.
Rae: Ok.

Adam: I've got to get out of this hellhole.

[Noise]

Adam: What is it? What happened last night?
Liza: What, you mean you weren't glued to the monitors to hear the latest development in how you've ruined people's lives?
Adam: Come on, tell me. You saw Jake. Did you tell him? Did you tell him that he's not Colby's father? Did Gillian beat you to it? What about -- what about Hayward?
Liza: No one has told Jake anything.
Adam: Why not? He's got to be told, Liza.
Liza: Adam, what would you do to get out of here?
Adam: Anything.
Liza: Really?
Adam: Yes.
Liza: Well, then, today might be your lucky day.

Mariana: Barry, what are you doing skulking around in here?
Barry: Well, someone has to take charge while Adam's hiding out.
Marian: Oh, and you think you're the man for the job, do you?
Barry: Chandler Enterprises is in serious jeopardy of collapsing. Now, I can sign papers and make decisions, but it's Adam's leadership that makes the company a success. Without his presence, bankruptcy is not out of the question.
Marian: Oh, please. You're just being overly dramatic so you can charge more.
Marian: Oh, now, what do you think you're doing now, Barry?
Barry: I'm not moving until I see Adam Chandler.

Adam: Well, don't just stare at me, woman. Give me the terms for my release. Do you want me to say that I'm sorry? To apologize? I do. Do you want me to give you back your station? It's yours. You want me to swear --
Liza: An apology isn't going to solve anything. Stuart has apologized in public for you many times -- and more sincerely than you ever could.
Adam: I'll do whatever you want.
Liza: A 50/50 split of all the property.
Adam: All right.
Liza: Half the contents and the house to me and Colby.
Adam: Done.
Liza: This is easy for you, isn't it?
Adam: What else do you want?
Liza: Full custody of Colby.
Adam: My daughter. Well, I think I can live with that. You're not raising the panel. What else do you want, Liza?
Liza: A promise. I want a promise from you that you are never going to reveal that you're Colby's biological father.

Palmer: At your behest, Leo is now an employee of Cortlandt Electronics at a sizeable salary. And the first assignment I give him, he -- he fails.
Vanessa: Well, darling, he's young. I mean, this is all new to him. Give him a chance.
Palmer: I gave him a chance. I will -- I'm going to fire him the minute he checks in.
Vanessa: But -- come on, Palmer. I mean, it can't be that bad.
Palmer: Due to your son's laziness, I may have lost a deal worth almost $2 million. $2 Million. You told me he spoke Italian?
Vanessa: He does, fluently.
Palmer: Well, it doesn't help me if he doesn't show up at a pivotal meeting with an Italian businessman who can't speak one word of English. All he had to do was help my vice president of sales finesse the head of an Italian consortium, one of the biggest in the common market.
Vanessa: Well, maybe Leo was just late.
Palmer: He was nowhere to be found. And that left my man and the Italian talking sign language over brunch at the Valley Inn. I tell you, if this deal falls through, I am going to hold Leo responsible entirely.
Vanessa: Ah, darling, such a temper. Really, I think I should call the doctor and check on your medication because this is making you far too irritable. Oh. Maybe it's even worse. Could be posttraumatic stress syndrome, something like that, darling?
Palmer: The only stress that I'm suffering is caused by your son Leo.
Vanessa: Well, darling, I really think you should think about what Leo's already done for you. I mean, he did go out of his way, as did I, to tell that very inquisitive lieutenant all about the man who shot you. And, you know, without our testimony, who knows what the real culprit would get.
Palmer: What do you want from me, Vanessa?
Vanessa: I already have everything I want, darling. I have a loving husband who has plenty of room in his heart to love my son as his own. You know, I think Leo's shown you remarkable loyalty already. And he should be rewarded instead of abused for one tiny little mistake. After all, far bigger people than him make far greater mistakes. Don't you agree?
Palmer: So that's how it's going to be? You're going to hold this over me for the rest of my life.
Dixie: Hold what over you?
Vanessa: Dixie. Oh, how good of you to visit. Please come in and cheer up your uncle because I'm afraid I've made him very cranky, and I feel terrible. But, fortuntely, we have a special kind of understanding, don't we, darling?
Palmer: Yes, yes. Vanessa has taught me that communication is a key to a successful relationship.
Vanessa: Well, it certainly made our marriage stronger. Well, listen, I'm going to let you two chat because I am off -- off to Pine Manor to look at some houses that are for sale there. And, oh, do you think I could take Leo along with me if I can find him? I happen to be blessed with a son who has exquisite taste in architecture and design. Unless, of course, darling, you want to talk to him about that business matter.
Palmer: No, no, no, no. No, you go ahead. Go ahead. Enjoy yourselves.
Vanessa: All right.
Dixie: Bye-bye.

Palmer: Why are you looking at me like that?
Dixie: Uncle Palmer, I know the smell of manure, and this place is reeking with it.
Palmer: Nonsense.
Dixie: What's going on between you and that woman?
Palmer: That woman is my wife, and nothing's wrong.
Dixie: You are sitting here recovering from being shot, your new wife's strange, mysterious son shows up drugged, and you're acting very strange lately. I think it's all related, and I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what it's all about.
Palmer: Oh.

Becca: I can't help you with a makeover.
Leo: You think I'm perfect just the way I am?
Becca: I'm not saying there's not room for improvement. I'm just saying I'm not a beautician. The beauticians handle that area.
Tiffany: I am. How about a manicure? I also read palms. No charge for you. Ooh, you have a very long lifeline. I could tell you your future.
Leo: Thank you, but I'd rather be surprised. Thank you, though.
Tiffany: Oh.
Leo: Ahem.
Becca: Well, I got to get back to work.
Leo: Wait. Let me guess what turns you off. Guys who check themselves out every time they pass a window or a mirror.
Becca: Or a knife.
Leo: "A knife"? What do you mean, "a knife"?
Becca: There was this guy named Thorny Waycroft that I went to prom with. And at dinner, he would check himself out in the knife. He had this thin, wispy mustache. He was really proud of it, and he'd slick it out. Oh, let's just say it was our last dinner.
Leo: Thorny Waycroft?
Becca: Mm-hmm.
Leo: That's his real name?
Bea: Fifth generation.
Leo: Well, Pigeon Hollow sounds like a remarkable place.
Becca: For people like you to laugh at?

Marian: I want you to get out of here right now.
Tad: Why? We just got here.
Marian: Oh, good Lord. Now, what do you want?
Tad: Probably the same thing as the suit -- to see Adam.
Rae: Do you know where he is? Because it's very important that we see him right away.
Barry: Take a number, sister.
Marian: Look, could you all please go?
Tad: Not a chance, Marian. Adam can't hide under a rock forever. He's obviously going to show up for his henchman. I assume that Igor has an appointment?
Marian: No, Igor does not have an appointment, and neither do you. Now, Adam is not here. I don't know where he is. I don't know when he's coming back. So would you all please just leave?
Rae: We'll wait.
Marian: Oh, for goodness sakes, this is not the 1960s. Sit-ins aren't done anymore.
Tad: Check your medication, Marian. We're not leaving until we see the whites of Adam's beady little eyes.

Adam: How can I not reveal Colby is my flesh and blood? That's impossible.
Liza: You've done a pretty good job so far.
Adam: If I don't divulge the truth, someone else will.
Liza: No, they won't.
Adam: How about Hayward and Gillian?
Liza: I've spoken to Gillian. Gillian knows that this would break Jake's heart. She's not going to say a thing. And David -- well, I think that your secret is safe with him.
Adam: David Hayward has the moral fiber of a canapé. When he's -- anytime it suits him, he'll tell the truth.
Liza: He told Gillian. I think he's done.
Adam: Well, you don't know him like I do. The truth will come out. You can't -- you can't force me to lie about my own daughter.
Liza: Isn't this interesting. Adam Chandler is very interested all of a sudden in making sure that everybody knows the truth. This is a first.
Adam: It's my right. She's my daughter, Liza. You know how much she means to me.
Liza: I know how much she means to Jake, and I thank god every day for the bond that is growing between them.
Adam: What about the bond that has grown between Colby and me? Doesn't that count for anything?
Liza: Not very much.
Adam: This is inhumane.
Liza: What, after what you've done?
Adam: I -- I did it because I love you.
Liza: You're a coward. I want to know if you accept my terms. I want you to keep secret what you've been keeping secret all this time, and then you're a free man and Colby and I are free of you. You have said that you have wanted to make amends. Well, this is the only way.
Adam: All right. I agree

Barry: You're wasting your time, Martin -- and the beautiful Dr. Cummings'. There is no way Adam will green-light any TV show connected with you. No money, no show. Get a real job.
Tad: Yeah, that's fascinating. Hey, listen, Barry, thanks a lot, but with all due respect, I think I'll wait to hear it from the man himself.
Marian: Look, could you all please just take this somewhere else, huh?
Tad: I don't know what kind of mid-life crisis your boss is going through and, personally, I don't care. I just care about hearing no from his lips, not some mamby-pamby lawyer person --
Barry: Listen, you two-bit local yokel, I don't need --
Rae: Mr. Shire. Mr. Shire -- I mean, I'm certain you can understand our frustration here. We want to see Adam as much as you do. You know, Adam promised me that he would help me find my husband, Daniel, who I really believe is in Pine Valley. Now, I am sure your boss is a man of honor and will absolutely back up his promise to me. But as his representative, I'm sure you can appreciate that, can't you?
Barry: Of course I can, Dr. Cummings. You got to understand that nothing can be accomplished when none of us knows where he is. All we can do is wait.
Marian: Well, you know, I haven't been entirely truthful here.
Tad: Now, there's a shock.
Barry: What a surprise.
Marian: I mean, I think I might have an idea of where Adam might be. So, look, why don't you all just leave. I'll go find him, and I'll have him call each and every one of you. I promise. So, now, you see? Problem solved.
Rae: So you do know how to get a hold of Adam?
Marian: Well, I have an idea where he might be.
Tad: Marian, why are you so anxious to get rid of all of us?
Marian: Well, I'm only thinking of you. I mean, I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time than to spend it in this stuffy old office just staring at one another. So, will you let me help you?

Adam: This is no times for games, Liza. Let me out.
Liza: I've played your fool too many times.
Adam: What are you talking about?
Liza: You -- you -- you -- you flunk. You've just given me answers you know I want to hear.
Adam: Of course I'll say anything, I'll do anything, to get out of here because freedom means I have a chance to show you how much I love you.
Liza: And I'm supposed to be happy about that?
Adam: Liza, I switched the sperm, and I didn't tell you. I can't do anything about that. You can fault my actions, but you can't deny my reasons. I did it because I love you. And I'd risk even more to win you back.
Liza: You scare me, Adam.
Adam: No, no, no, no, no. I've had a lot of time to think during this time-out from hell in here. Liza, I can make it up to you. I will make it up to you. I can -- we can be happy. I promise.
Liza: I have bought into this "I'm a new man" thing one too many times. It's not going to happen again.
Adam: Well, what are you going to do, leave me in here forever?
Liza: No, I think that's just too much work.
Adam: Oh? Well, are you going to tell me, or do we start another round of 20 questions?
Liza: No, I'm going to negotiate in terms that you're going to understand. I'm going to use the word "leverage," which is a word that you use all the time. I'm going to force you never to reveal that Colby is your biological daughter. You will be free out of here. You will be free, but you will be a prisoner forever to what you've done.

Leo: I'd never laugh at a place that turns out women as gorgeous as you.
Becca: Yes, well, I have work to do.
Leo: Let me help.
Becca: No, that's ok. I got it.
Leo: Oh, beautiful and independent. I'm going to have to visit this Pigeon Hollow. Will you take me?
Becca: Now you're laughing me?
Leo: Smiling's ok, right? Because I can't help doing that when you're around.
Becca: You know what? I have to go now.
Leo: How about brunch Sunday? I heard that the Valley Inn has a killer buffet.
Becca: You don't do buffets.
Leo: I will if you say yes.
Becca: Well, thank you very much, but actually I have a previous engagement. But you're welcome to come.
Leo: Yeah?
Becca: Yeah.
Leo: Where?
Becca: Church.
Leo: More makeover than I intended. How about a rain check? See you soon, Becca Tyree.

Opal: Well, he is quite a charmer, isn't he?
Becca: What do you think about him?
Opal: Well, considering he's Vanessa's son, I would tend to say proceed with caution, but -- ooh, I think he's worthy of a second look, don't you? I mean, maybe he takes after his father, whoever that unfortunate soul might be.

Ryan: That attic is unbelievable. I could spend days in that place.
Greenlee: Oh. You have more important things to do. I'm starving.
Ryan: You know, muffins or something like that would have been just fine.
Greenlee: Hmm. Not on the menu.
Ryan: Really?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Ryan: Well, then here is to whatever is on the menu.
Greenlee: Mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm. It's delicious. Here. Here, have a bite. Mmm.
Ryan: You always eat like this?
Greenlee: Like what?
Ryan: I mean, rich people definitely live differently.
Greenlee: What, you think we sit around being waited on and do whatever we want? No, no, no. Dancing lessons, riding lessons. Charity events, debutante parties, learning how to use which fork with which course. Not easy.
Ryan: Really?
Greenlee: Mmmm.
Ryan: Well, have you ever saved up for, let's say, an outfit?
Greenlee: Uh-uh.
Ryan: Saved up for a car?
Greenlee: Uh-uh.
Ryan: Ever taken public transportation?
Greenlee: Of course.
Ryan: Ok, the Concorde doesn't count. Yeah, see, that's what I thought. You break something, and you just replace it. And if you get bored, you just go out and you buy something to make yourself feel better.
Greenlee: If you don't behave --
Ryan: Oh, what are you going to do? You going to replace me, huh? You don't want to do that. I'm way too much fun. And there are some things that money can't buy.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm. Like this? I can do this for hours.
Ryan: What about the way you talk? Did you take classes for that, or is that just in the genes?
Greenlee: Are you laughing at me or with me?
Ryan: Oh, Mummy, Daddy, more fois gras please this instant.
Greenlee: Oh, what, you want me to talk like a townie? Huh?
Ryan: A townie? Ouch. That's me? A townie?
Greenlee: Yes.
Ryan: So what does that make you, a rich -- what?
Greenlee: You haven't even tried the Roblachon yet.
Ryan: Oh, baby, don't worry. I know exactly what I want.

[Doorbell rings]

Ryan: Oh, my God. What are we going to do? That could be your grandparents. And if they catch you with a townie like me, half naked, I mean, you'll lose your trust fund.
Greenlee: It's not my grandparents. They have keys.

[Doorbell rings]

Greenlee: Whoever it is will go away.
Ryan: Good. Where were we?
Greenlee: Just so you know, I wouldn't be disinherited for dabbling with a townie. But I'd be cut off for sure if I married one, so let's dabble.

[Ring]

Ryan: Whoever it is is really trying to sell something.
Ryan: What?
Greenlee: You don't think I'm trying to do that, do you?
Ryan: What?
Greenlee: Trying to sell something. Last time you told me I was trying too hard, remember?
Ryan: Yeah, and forgotten
. Greenlee: It's not easy to stop trying so hard.
Ryan: Well, fois gras was, you know, a little bit much. I'm teasing. I'm teasing you. Hey. We're having a great time, right? Just relax and let it happen, ok?
Greenlee: Ok.
Ryan: Ok.
Greenlee: Did you have -- did you have -- did you have this much fun with Hayley?
Ryan: Whoa, whoa, whoa --
Greenlee: Ryan --
Ryan: I just -- I just -- I think somebody's coming. I heard somebody.
Greenlee: This way.
Ryan: Ok. What about -- ok.

Dixie: I'm serious, Uncle Palmer. I am worried about you.
Palmer: Oh, Dixie, there's -- there's really nothing to fear. I was shot by a madman. There's no conspiracy. There's no -- you know, no thing about a gun for hire or anything like that. Vanessa certainly is not a black widow. I -- I plan to live many years with her at my side.
Dixie: Well, I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all.
Palmer: Oh. The only thing that makes me suffer is just being in here.
Dixie: Well, if you're joking about this place and the food, no doubt you must be feeling better?
Palmer: Oh, that's the least of it. No, with those Martins controlling this place like their own personal fiefdom, I'll be lucky if I get out of here with my limbs. Thank God I'm on the board of directors to keep it from being a disaster altogether.
Dixie: Oh, speaking of which, the boys -- Junior and Jamie -- made you a lovely little get-well card. See?
Palmer: Ah. Jamie and Junior. You've made a nice family, Dixie.
Dixie: And you're a part of it. I know you don't like the Martins very much, but I hope to convince you someday that they're not as bad as all that.
Palmer: Well, you're hardly objective. After all, you're married to the worst of the lot.
Dixie: I love you, too, PC.

Rae: You know what? I have a better idea. Why don't you just tell us where he is and we'll go to him?
Marian: What if I'm wrong? I mean, I'd just be sending you on a wild-goose chase, so -- why don't you all leave, I'll find him, and I promise he'll call you.
Tad: No. No phone calls accepted. I want to see him in person.
Marian: Well, then I'll send him right over to your house, ok?
Tad: What do you think?
Rae: Well, you know, we can do other things besides sit around here all day.
Tad: All right, Marian, you're on. But I want to see him at my house today.
Marian: Great. Oh, I'd like you to leave also, Barry. I'm sure there's some poor slob somewhere in the world that you could start to sue while you're waiting to find Adam.
Barry: Ok. Ok. But if you're playing games, you're going to hear from me.
Marian: You know, I used to think you were a nice man.
Tad: Today, Marian.
Marian: Oh, promise. Today.
Tad: Come on.
Marian: Bye. Ok, Marian, you can do this. You can do this. Come on, come on. Stuart, darling, can you come over to the main house right away? An emergency has come up. Great. Hurry, all right? Bye.

Adam: You can't force me to deny my own child. I love her.
Liza: Your love is destructive, and I am not going to let Colby be another one of your victims.
Adam: What Byzantine scheme have you plotted?
Liza: Nothing. It's simple. If you reveal that Colby is your daughter, I will go to the police and I'll tell them what you did.
Adam: No. No, you wouldn't. You wouldn't put your own daughter's father in prison.
Liza: Jake is Colby's father. You're a felon.
Adam: Liza, this -- you're blowing this all out of proportion.
Liza: I've done my homework, Adam. Forgery, theft, tampering with business records, deceptive business practices. You could never be able to squirm out of the charges because there's a mountain of evidence against you, including your daughter. You'd get 35 years. If you're lucky, 14. I don't think you're willing to take that chance.
Adam: You wouldn't do that.
Liza: Try me.

Vanessa: Ooh. Open. Come in. Don't be shy, darling. Millie's become such a close friend of mine ever since she appointed me to the PHAT topiary committee. She won't mind, really.
Leo: Her casa is your casa? Nice digs. Provincial but money. I like your friends already.
Vanessa: You are such a rascal, darling. Well.
Millicent? It's me, Vanessa. Darling, I'd like you to meet my son. Yoo-hoo?
Greenlee: Oh. Hello. Was Grams expecting you, Mrs. Cortlandt?
Vanessa: Oh. Have we interrupted something?
Greenlee: No. Not at all. No, we were just about to go swimming.
Vanessa: In this cold?
Greenlee: You've heard of the Polar Bear Dip Club? Very exclusive. Yeah. Every year the Polar Bear Dip Club has this dip on New Year's day and the water is so cold, and so we have to get ready for the big day. Would you like to join us?
Vanessa: Oh, well, no, thank you very much. Thanks for the offer.
Leo: Thank you.
Vanessa: No, no, I just stopped by to introduce Millie to my son Leo, who's fresh from New York and the continent. Oh, Leo, excuse me. This is Greenlee Smythe --
Leo: It's nice to meet you.
Vanessa: And -- I'm sorry?
Greenlee: Ryan Lavery.
Ryan: Pleasure to meet you.
Leo: Nice to meet you.
Vanessa: Actually, we were just in the neighborhood because we're looking for a pied-a-terre. And the first stop happened to be right on your block.
Ryan: Oh, yes, yes, yes, the pied-a-terre. The one with the swimming pool, the tennis courts. Lovely.
Greenlee: Oh, don't forget the polo field.
Ryan: Right.
Vanessa: You know, you're such a charmer. No wonder your grandmother dotes on you so. Well, darling, you'll give her my best regards, all right?
Greenlee: Oh, I will, I will.
Vanessa: We'll leave now.
Leo: I'll be right with you, mother.
Vanessa: Oh.
Greenlee: Ciao.
Vanessa: Ciao.
Leo: You're good. Really good. Do you mind if I borrow that line next time I get caught?
Greenlee: What line?
Leo: The Polar Bear Dip Club. It was classic. Carry on, Miss Smythe, Mr. Lavery.

Ryan: So, how about you and me taking that dip?

Palmer: Really? Well, I'm astounded. Yes, well, I'll call you back later for the details. Ooh. Ow.
Dixie: Well, you look better. Put the roses back in your cheeks. Care to share?
Palmer: Well, Vanessa's son Leo -- you know, I gave him a job with Cortlandt Electronics just as a favor to his mother. And, well, I was all ready to fire him a few minutes ago, but now I just learned that he has helped Cortlandt Electronics make a deal that is worth a fortune.
Dixie: Really?
Palmer: Yes.
Dixie: That kid's a business whiz?
Palmer: Well, what he did was brilliant. I mean, he didn't facilitate a meeting with the CEO. As I requested him to do. Instead, he took the businessman's wife to the Glamorama, and he completely charmed her.
Dixie: So the husband's happy, and the wife is happy, and you get the contract.
Palmer: Well -- yes. The kid -- the kid made me a bundle.
Dixie: So I guess what that means is you were wrong about Leo?
Palmer: Well, you see, it means that he and his mother are -- are -- well, they're a force to be reckoned with.

Stuart: No, I won't do it again.
Marian: Oh, Stuart, you have to. Tad and Rae and the horrible Barry shire want to talk to Adam, and I just can't keep putting them off.
Stuart: No, I will -- I'm never going to pretend to be Adam again.
Marian: Please, Stuart, just one more time?
Stuart: That's what you say every time. I don't believe you anymore.
Marian: Oh, darling, just go over to Tad and talk to he and Rae about their little plan they want to do. Stall for time till Adam makes --
Stuart: Where is my brother?
Marian: Oh, Stuart, I -- I can't tell you.
Stuart: You know?
Marian: Yes, I do know. But what I know more is that Colby's future is at stake here, darling, and you're the only one who can help her.
Stuart: No, no, it is wrong. No. I'm not going to do it again.
Marian: Oh, Stuart, please.
Stuart: I'm not going to do it anymore.
Marian: Oh, please, Stuart, please, just one more time.
Stuart: No, I'm not going to do it again.

[Stuart sees the sliding door open to reveal Adam in the safe room]

Marian: Stuart, don't look -- come here.
Stuart -- oh my --