Ryan: Just what are you doing Gillian?
Gillian: Nothing. I was just having some fun with Marty until you dragged me off like a Neanderthal.
Ryan: Marty is coming on to you, Gillian.
Gillian: So, quick, call the palace guards. It was a little harmless flirting.
Ryan: He was all over you.
Gillian: We were dancing!
Ryan: You don't even know this guy. What if things got out of hand?
Gillian: Ryan, I've batted my eyes at matadors, Australian jackaroos. I can certainly handle a Pine Valley Casanova. I survived you, didn't I?
Ryan: Well, obviously you've had a few too many. Your judgment in men may just be a little bit clouded.
Gillian: Oh, it -- it was clouded long before I set foot in here.
Ryan: Nice. Well, I'll call you a taxi.
Gillian: No, you don't have to.
Ryan: I want to make sure you get home safe.
Gillian: But not enough to take me there yourself, right, like you did the last time when I was just introduced to margarita? Oh, but wait. I remember. I got dumped onto your lap because Jake's baby was being born.
Ryan: You were not dumped. And for the record, I was very happy to take you home.
Gillian: And to tuck me into bed and help me get undressed.
Ryan: Gillian, please, just --
Gillian: No, no, no, no --
Ryan: Let's not do this.
Gillian: Fine, fine, fine. I don't even know why I'm standing out here. You said you wanted to talk. You haven't said anything, so just go away.
Ryan: I can't. I can't see you do this to yourself.
Gillian: I'm not your responsibility anymore.
Ryan: That doesn't mean that I stopped caring.
Gillian: Well, maybe I have. We're both free, Ryan. We can do whatever we want to. I can -- I can have fun with a man in a bar, and you can kiss the bar's owner, Hayley Santos. And isn't it just great to be free?

Becca: Did you hear it?

[Bird chirps]

Becca: I think it's a Towhee.
Scott: A what?

[Chirping]

Becca: Dang it. I think it flew away. You know, a Towhee -- a bird. Everyone knows about it, Chandler.
Scott: Oh, I'm sorry. Some of us townies are a little slow on the uptake.
Becca: Slow and a little bit late, huh?
Scott: Yeah. I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you haven't been waiting too long. Dinner was a little more complicated than I expected.
Becca: Oh. How so?
Scott: Never mind. I came as soon as I could.
Becca: You haven't had dessert yet, though, have you? Scott: You mean course number 11? No.
Becca: Ok, good. Because I got us ice cream. Ok. What do you want? I have chocolate or chocolate.
Scott: Gee, I don't know. That's a toughie, you know? Because what I really wanted was chocolate.
Becca: Oh, good.

David: So, what do you say, Erica? Shall we remove ourselves from public scrutiny? We can have dinner sent up to my suite. I promise I will be on my very best behavior.
Erica: That would terrify most people. But I admit the idea is tempting -- away from prying eyes.
David: Great.
Palmer: Erica.
Erica: Oh, Palmer. You know what, Palmer? We were just --
Palmer: Erica. Erica, my dear, I must -- I must thank you again for saving my company. I always knew I could depend on you. Hello, Dr. Hayward.
David: Mr. Cortlandt. Mother.
Vanessa: David, darling.
Erica: Palmer, I was just --
Vanessa: Erica, you look absolutely marvelous. Dr. Fascinella restored you completely.
Erica: Yes, he did.
Palmer: Well --
Vanessa: Now you can launch your "Return to Glamour" campaign with a whole new meaning.
Erica: Yes, yes. Thank you.
Palmer: Why don't you join us for dinner?
Erica: Oh, no, Palmer, really.
Palmer: No, no. We'd be delighted.
David: No, that's not necessary, Mr. Cortlandt. Thank you.
Palmer: Yes, it is. Yes, it is. You know, I never let a good deed go unnoticed. By the way, how are the plans for the new cardiovascular wing?
David: Slowly. They're going very slowly. In fact, the hospital administrator's having a hard time getting through to your office.
Palmer: Really? Well, I'll look into that. We'll make it a foursome, then.
Vanessa: Oh, good. I'll have a chance to catch up with both of you.
Palmer: Please.
Maitre d': Yes?
Palmer: We've decided to dine together, so would you -- a couple of more places here.
Maitre d': My pleasure, Mr. Cortlandt.
Palmer: Thank you.
Vanessa: Oh, you saved Cortlandt Electronics.
Erica: I just cast my vote. That's all I did.
Vanessa: The deciding vote. It made all the difference in the world and has Palmer staying at the helm and that interloper, Adrian Sword -- you know, possibly destroying everything Palmer's built.
Erica: Actually, Adrian Sword had some wonderful ideas. I made a very difficult, very complex decision based on many, many factors, but none of which was any incompetence by Adrian Sword.
Palmer: Well, I'm sure loyalty was high in that equation. And you certainly have mine, my dear.
David: If you're planning to converse about loyalty, I suggest you change the subject. It's rude to speak over Vanessa's head.
Vanessa: David, really, you're being rude now. This is a celebration, dear, really. Now, if you'd stop being so disagreeable, I'm sure Palmer will give you a few stock hints. Cortlandt Electronics rose 23 points when the word got out you were still in charge.
Palmer: You do keep in touch, don't you? We, my advice to you, David, is buy while you can.
David: And my advice to you, Palmer, is to run while your heart is still pumping life into you.
Vanessa: David, really.
Erica: Well, I just think that fighting in a company is very destructive, so I'm very glad it's settled.
David: I wonder if it is. Take a look.

Belinda: We don't have to stay here, you know. We can go somewhere else and eat.
Adrian: And let him think he ran us off? I wouldn't give him the pleasure.
Belinda: Adrian, who cares what Palmer Cortlandt thinks? Honey, it's done. The board made its choice.
Adrian: On the contrary, this is just round one. Would you please send the waiter over with the wine list.
Maitre d': Yes.

Becca: So, how's your ice cream?
Scott: Almost done. How's yours?
Becca: Mmm. Melted just the way I like it. You know what? We can write this off as a business expense.
Scott: We're writing this off?
Becca: Mm-hmm. I interviewed the guy at the ice cream parlor, and he told me this hilarious story about this girl who had an allergic reaction to pistachios.
Scott: Ok. So besides scouting for possible break-up stories, you've also become an authority on business write-offs.
Becca: Hmm. Hey, hey, hey. I used to baby-sit for this guy who was the Chief Bureau of the IRS In, like, three counties. I bet you I know a lot more about it than you do. Oh, wait, look. I am keeping all of our expenses written right here in this notebook.
Scott: Wow. Birds, herbs, and business expenses. Is there anything you don't know about?
Becca: There's a lot that you don't know about me, Chandler. Anyway, so how's -- are you almost done?
Scott: You know, I should have been keeping track of expenses like this all along. Marina's encouraging me to handle my own finances. That's why I was late today. She threw a dinner for the family with Uncle Adam to talk about it.
Becca: Really? You know what? Your family's pretty formal.
Scott: Well, not really, but tonight we even had place cards, and there was only four of us.
Becca: Place cards?
Scott: Yeah.
Becca: You know, we used to use those for, like, weddings and launching our dances, but nothing like that.
Scott: I even wore a tie that looked businesslike.
Becca: Wait a second. I thought your Uncle Adam already paid for the documentary.
Scott: He did. This was about my trust fund.
Becca: Hmm.
Scott: Anyway, look, I'm really sorry I came so late. Dinner would have been a lot more fun with you.
Becca: Thanks. But I don't think your stepmother would have liked it very much. I mean, we kind of got off on the wrong foot. She fired me from this job, and I didn't even know I was employed by her.
Scott: Ok, I'm totally, way lost.
Becca: Well, what happened, you know, the day your Uncle Adam got married?
Scott: -Hmm.
Becca: Well, I was looking around for some herbs at the estate, and I walked into the chapel, and there she was holding all this hogwort. And she thought it was milk thistle, and I tried to tell her it wasn't milk thistle and that she was going to get a rash on her hands.
Scott: The hogwort fiasco.
Becca: Mm-hmm.
Scott: Well, I'm sure she'll get over it.
Becca: I don't know.
Scott: Marian's a little outspoken. But she really means well.
Becca: It sounds like you really like her.
Scott: I do. I like her a lot. But what I like most about her is how she makes my father feel -- happy. He's been alone for way too long.

[Edmund talks to Maria's picture]

Edmund: Do you know our son actually helped me read these books to Maddie? I mean, it's not Dickens, but Sammy read the words. He'll be off to school before we know it.

Ryan: Gillian, I can't stand seeing you act this way.
Gillian: Then don't watch. Go away.
Ryan: Come on, Gillian, just let me call you a taxi. You've obviously had too many margaritas.
Gillian: So is that what you think? You think I'm intoxicated? Of course that's what you think. I mean, you couldn't possibly be jealous of me.
Ryan: I know you're hurting. That's all.
Gillian: So, what, I was drowning my sorrows? You think I'm going to become an alcoholic like Hayley? You know, there was a time where I would do anything to be like Hayley. But believe it or not, Ryan, I have my limits.
Ryan: Ok, stop it, Gillian.
Gillian: Oh, this is where you defend the new girlfriend, right? I don't want to hear it.
Ryan: Hayley and I are not involved.
Gillian: Hmm. Your eyes say no, but your lips say yes.
Ryan: It was nothing. It was a mistake.
Gillian: Maybe it was a mistake, Ryan, but don't tell me it was nothing. I saw the kiss, and it meant something to you, so just admit it.

Scott: So, tell me about your research tonight.
Becca: Oh, oh, ok. Ok. So I went over to Mrs. Fargate's boarding house. You know what? She has had the most amazing life.
Scott: Did she tell you about working for the carnival?
Becca: Oh, oh, yeah, and she had this lover, and he was a Cuban knife thrower, and he got so jealous and, like, blew up at her because she was with this rubber man or something like that.
Scott: Fantastic.
Becca: I know. But you know what? That's really tame compared to this story. I heard this story about this guy, a college guy, and he was going to marry this Hungarian princess so she wouldn't be deported. Do you know what that is?
Scott: I swear. There are no secrets from you, are there, Becca?
Becca: I listened, but I listened to every word. Apparently there is this really sweet guy, and he was at the altar ready to marry her, and she left with another guy.
Scott: Ok. So you've heard all about my near miss with marital disaster, huh?
Becca: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any painful memories.
Scott: No, not at all. Being jilted by Gillian was a real wake-up call for me. And we're also really good friends.
Becca: That's -- that's really cool. Tell me about this Gillian girl. I've never met an honest-to-God Princess. I mean, does she have, like, a castle and royal subjects?
Scott: Well, she used to, yeah. But something happened, and they lost their whole fortune. That's why she was chasing me.
Becca: Oh.
Scott: But it was obvious even from the beginning that there was a fire between her and Ryan. Man, it's really wild. At first they wanted to marry each other for money, then they realized they were both penniless, and then they realized that they were both really in love all along.
Becca: That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.

Ryan: All right. I'll admit that I kissed Hayley, but that's all I'm going to admit because that's all there was. It was practically a mistake.
Gillian: What?
Ryan: An accident.
Gillian: You were walking on the beach, and you tripped over a piece of driftwood, and you just landed with your lips together?
Ryan: Come on.
Gillian: You thought she was drowning, so you saved her and you gave her mouth-to-mouth by accident.
Ryan: Come on, Gillian.
Gillian: No. Tell me, Ryan. I really want to know. How do two people end up in a passionate kiss by accident?
Ryan: It was not a passionate kiss.
Gillian: Oh, just stop it, Ryan. Do not insult my intelligence.
Ryan: It was a moment that got out of hand. I got caught up in something that was wrong, all right, and I'm ashamed of it.
Gillian: Well, you didn't look ashamed then, and your moment went on for a very long time. I know you, Ryan. I know the way you look and feel when you want somebody, so just don't tell me that it was nothing.
Ryan: I'm sorry, Gillian. I never meant --
Gillian: For me to walk in on you guys? I'll agree. I'll agree with you on that. I mean, how could you expect me of all people to walk in there, your magic little moment, when the whole world just belonged to you? But, Ryan, you shouldn't take all the blame because, you know, Hayley got caught up, too, and she kissed you back, and that was no mistake, either.

Vanessa: David, do you remember when we summered in Vancouver? Remember, darling, you were with that young heiress. The father was in bottled water or something. It was Buffy St. Croix, something like that.
David: Sinclair.
Vanessa: Hmm.
David: She and I spent a month there with her parents. You stopped by for a very long weekend. Of course, I can understand your confusion. It did seem like an eternity.
Vanessa: We, anyway, that was my introduction to Vancouver. Do you still stay in touch with Buffy?
David: No. Of course not. Why would I?
Vanessa: Well, I don't know. You two were practically engaged.
David: Do you keep in touch with the tennis pro? As I recall, you two were very close during that visit.
Vanessa: Well, I was merely brushing up on my backstr-- hand.
David: In his bedroom?
Palmer: David, you go too far.
David: Would you care to dance?
Erica: Yes. Thank you.

David: I had a very different idea planned for this evening.
Erica: So did I.
David: Why you chose to sit down when palmer came in, to take the high road, is beyond me.
Erica: You seem to be using the alternate route.
David: I don't do nice.
Erica: I know. So, how do we make our escape?

[Pager beeps]

Erica: Oh, that's very good. I think we should probably wait till we get to the table, though.
David: Unfortunately, it's not my doing. It's the hospital. Let me call them, and I'll come right back. Excuse me.

Palmer: Oh. Erica, I'll call my driver and drop you at home, if you like.
Vanessa: So soon?
Palmer: Well, I have a very busy schedule.
Vanessa: Oh, that's right. Well, you do have to be fresh and alert. I mean, you'll probably have to deal with all those reporters clamoring for interviews tomorrow.
Palmer: Never thought of that.
Erica: Oh, leave it to Vanessa to think of the press.
Palmer: Well, I'll take care of this, and excuse me.
Vanessa: Oh, it's such a shame David had to leave. You'd think he might find someone to cover for him.
Erica: Oh, I admire how he puts his patients' needs ahead of a casual dinner. I think David has a lot of integrity. Must get it from his father.
David: I have to get to the hospital right away. A patient of mine has taken a turn for the worst. I don't know how long I'll be.
Erica: Well, Palmer just offered to take me home. It's all right. Go.
David: I'm sorry to leave you like this.
Erica: It's all right. I understand.
David: Thank you. We'll speak soon.

Adrian: Did you see Palmer and Erica over there whooping it up?
Belinda: What I saw was Palmer sitting with a table of people who looked very uncomfortable and Erica sitting there looking like she wanted to sink through the floor.
Adrian: You know, I knew I should have pulled her to the side and convinced her to rescind her vote.
Belinda: Sweetheart, give it up.
Adrian: No, I told you, I don't give up.
Belinda: But at least take a little break. You know, you are in serious need of down time.
Adrian: Like a vacation?
Belinda: Yeah, like that. I mean, how long has it been?
Adrian: Does living in Pine Valley count?
Belinda: No, it does not. But I'm thinking of a little island, a villa, maybe a pitcher of daiquiris. And I think a massage fits very nicely into that scenario.
Adrian: I'm liking the sound of that.
Belinda: Mm-hmm.
Adrian: Who gets the massage?
We didn't order that.
Waiter: This is compliments of Mr. Cortlandt. He said to say "Better luck next time."
Adrian: No, get that out of my sight.

Erica: Thank you, Palmer. Thank you for seeing me home.
Palmer: I was happy to do it.
Erica: Would you like to come in for a brandy?
Palmer: No, no. I promised a nightcap with Vanessa later on.
Erica: What happened to your early day tomorrow?
Palmer: Well, I'll just make it a quickie drink, you know. The evening ended so abruptly, I just wanted to finish it off properly.
Erica: Palmer, would you come in for a moment?
Erica: Palmer, since we are way beyond mincing words with each other, do you mind if I speak frankly?
Palmer: Well, speak your mind. You always do.
Erica: Vanessa Bennett is a devious and potentially lethal woman.
Palmer: Really, Erica. You were close friends. You let her live in your house. You lived to tell the tale.
Erica: Look, I admit I was taken in by her, too, at first. I really was. I mean, she appears to be fairly sophisticated, attractive, poised, and heaven knows she could charm the fur off a lynx. But you cannot trust her.
Palmer: I have no intention of trusting Vanessa. As far as devious goes -- well, part of her charm.
Erica: Ok. Just so you know what you're getting into, Palmer.
Palmer: Vanessa's no saint, n but neither am I, you know. We -- we understand each other. We enjoy each other's company. While we're speaking frankly, would you allow me to warn you against her insidious son?
Erica: Palmer, really, I know all about David.
Palmer: Yeah, well, so do I. He may be a brilliant doctor, but he is a cold, calculating manipulator.
Erica: Oh, he's a man after your own heart. Good he's a cardiologist
Palmer: I'm much too fond of you, really, to let you get under my skin, especially today. But just be warned. I hope that dinner tonight wasn't a romantic dinner.
Erica: No. It most definitely was not.
Palmer: Good. Good. Besides being despicable, the man is a womanizer, you know. Probably got a little nurse on the side.
Erica: Palmer, honestly. Now, hasn't Vanessa been waiting long enough? I know she's going to wonder what's keeping you. Please don't let it be me.
Erica: Night.

David: Any messages for me? None? Thank you.

David: Yes, this is Dr. Hayward. Can I have the fifth floor nurses' station, please? Yes, Dr. Hayward here. How's Mr. Palson doing? Any change in the last 10 minutes? Uh-huh. Good. Ok, keep a close eye on his pressure. Let me know if anything changes. Thank you.

[Knock on door]

David: Erica?
Leslie: No. Just me.
David: Leslie, what do you want?
Leslie: What do you think?
David: I think it's late.
Leslie: Well, then we shouldn't waste any more time.
David: This is not going to happen.
Leslie: Why not? You expecting Erica tonight?
David: No.
Leslie: No? Well, then her loss is my gain.

Ryan: Hayley was caught up in the moment, too, Gillian. Things got out of hand. They went too far.
Gillian: How far did they go?
Ryan: It was a kiss, Gillian. How many times do I have to say that?
Gillian: Till you convince yourself.
Ryan: Look, Gillian, there's no excuse. I know that. But please just try and understand for a second. I saw Hayley at S.O.S. I saw how shook up she was. And when she split, I was worried about her.
Gillian: So you went after her, you followed her.
Ryan: We're friends. We know what's going on with each other.
Gillian: Yeah, obviously.
Ryan: Come on, Gillian. We've both been going through some hellish days, and we reached out to each other. I don't know how we started kissing. I don't. We didn't plan it.
Gillian: I believe you. But, Ryan, things don't just happen with no reason, on impulse. And you've had this impulse for a long time.
Ryan: No, no. That's not true.
Gillian: Ryan, listen. I thought we were being honest here with each other. You've been putting Hayley on this pedestal ever since we moved into Wildwind.
Ryan: She's my best friend.
Gillian: She's your ideal woman, perfect, except she's married to Mateo. But then again she's not, so I guess it's kind of fair game. I just wonder how Mateo would feel about your friendship and your impulses.
Ryan: Gillian, you cannot say anything to Mateo. Please, promise me. Don't tell him.
Gillian: Fine. I won't tell him. But I'm not doing this to spare you or Hayley. Mateo is a decent, caring man, and he doesn't deserve to go through what I'm going through now.
Ryan: I'm sorry, Gillian. I never meant to hurt you.
Gillian: You mean you never meant for me to find out. But you weren't thinking about me. You were only thinking about your precious Hayley.
Ryan: That's not true, Gillian, and she is not my precious Hayley.
Gillian: Oh, she's not? You know, Ryan, all this talk about you not being ready to love me or making this commitment, it was all lies because the second you had the chance, you took her in your arms and I was, like, totally out of your head.
Ryan: Gillian, I would give anything for you not to have walked up on us, believe me.
Gillian: Me, too, because that picture of you and Hayley will stay in my mind forever and it'll play over and over and over.
Ryan: Gillian --
Gillian: Are we done talking now? Good.

Becca: You know what? I hope Gillian doesn't run when she sees me coming. I mean, I feel terrible. I had no idea what I was asking her. And now that I've heard the story, I mean, I don't blame her for crying.
Scott: She was that upset?
Becca: Oh, yeah. I mean, she was really shook up about it. I mean, but I can see why. I just didn't have a clue what I was asking her. I just -- I feel terrible.

[Bird chirps]

Scott: Shh. Listen. Is that what you heard before? Is that the Towhee?
Becca: No, that's a Mockingbird. It's my favorite. You know, they can make really beautiful noises like this, and then sometimes they can be so loud and annoying. But right now, it does sound like a Towhee.
Scott: Well, maybe it's Mocking a Towhee.
Becca: Maybe.

[Becca and Scott kiss]

Becca: Um -- you know what? I've got to go home now. Would you walk me home?
Scott: Yeah.

[David dreams about waking up in bed with Erica]

Scott: Ok.
David: You gave me the most extraordinary evening of my life.
Erica: You were just -- you were magnificent. Are you ready for an extraordinary morning?

[Alarm clock beeps]

[Doorbell rings]

Erica: Adrian. Good morning.
Adrian: Good morning.
Erica: You're not here to kidnap me, are you?
Adrian: Well, it appears that I'm a day too late for that. But had I known your vote would keep me away from a job, I would have reconsidered. May I come in?
Erica: Please. Although I do hope you won't try to talk me into changing my vote.
Adrian: It's not too late. You've been away, Erica. You haven't heard all my proposal, and you definitely haven't seen all the damaging evidence against Palmer.
Erica: I have been away, but Trevor's really kept me up to speed on your proposals, Adrian. And as far as Palmer's character is concerned, really, there's nothing you could possibly tell me that could possibly surpass what he's already done.
Adrian: All right. Then I guess your mind's made up.
Erica: On this matter, yes, it is. Adrian, you have never struck me as the corporate type. Why exactly are you fighting so hard to be C.E.O.?
Adrian: Some things are worth fighting for.
Erica: And taking over Cortlandt Electronics is a way of getting revenge on Palmer Cortlandt.
Adrian: You know, Mike always said that you were a very smart lady. I can run this company. I can make the profits soar. But you're right. It's not my end all and be all. It doesn't have to be. I'm fighting for Opal.
Erica: Then you are making a huge mistake.

Edmund: Yeah, Jack, this is Edmund Grey confirming our breakfast meeting, and I'll see you at the Valley Inn.
Gillian: Dimitri! Edmund, have you seen Dimitri?
Edmund: And good morning to you too.
Gillian: Morning. Sorry. I've been looking for Dimitri since last night, and he hasn't returned my phone calls.
Edmund: Oh, that's because he's in Budapest on business.
Gillian: He's always traveling these days.
Edmund: Yeah, I know. I know. I've noticed. But, you know, Marick Industries was in a slump and now it's doing well, so maybe traveling has something to do with it.
Gillian: Well, do you know when he's going to be back?
Edmund: He said a couple of days.
Gillian: No, I can't wait that long.
Edmund: Well, you know, you do have two cousins, and I'm the intelligent, handsome, levelheaded one.
Gillian: I know, but I just hate to seem like such a big mess of confusion. And, you know, Dimitri -- I mean, he is a big mess of confusion himself, so I don't mind dumping on him.
Edmund: Yeah, but he dumps on me all the time, so I'm used to it. Come on, talk to me. Maybe I can help.
Gillian: Ok. I have this -- this horrible secret, and it's just eating away at me. And ever since I found out, I can't eat, can't sleep, I can't tell anyone. But if I don't, I feel like I'm going to explode.

Erica: Don't worry about Cortlandt Electronics, I will keep Palmer in line wherever Opal is concerned.
Adrian: Well, that's mildly assuring.
Erica: Well, it's true. I mean, I know who Palmer is, and I know what he's capable of doing. And I have never forgiven him for the way he's treated Opal, and he knows it.
Adrian: Well, that makes two of us.
Erica: It makes two of us except that I have my objectivity and you've lost yours. And my goodness, how could you ever help Opal without that? I mean, look what you were willing to do -- to become C.E.O. When you really didn't want to. Do you know what that would have done to you and to your life? I mean, you would have spent countless hours in these endless meetings, marketing strategies, dealing with stockholders. And anyhow, you always would have had to deal with constant attempts on palmer's part to try to regain his leadership of Cortlandt Electronics, not to mention the wardrobe. I mean, come on, Seville row suits? I don't think so. That's not your style.
Adrian: Guess I'm back to figuring out what's next.
Erica: Well, if you really want to break into the corporate world, why don't you come work for me at Enchantment?
Adrian and Erica: Nah.
Adrian: I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Erica: I'm sure you will. I have to tell you, I think it's really great the way you're fighting for Opal. The only thing is you have to find something to do that you want to do, because let me tell you something, Adrian -- I mean, life is precious. It so precious. And you don't want to squander it.
Adrian: You know, I didn't get a chance to tell you this at the meeting, but you look absolutely fantastic. Welcome back.
Erica: Thank you.

[David thinks about Erica]

Erica's voice: Certainly smells just gorgeous. Oh, they are beautiful. Did you?
David: Mm-hmm. I got them from the outdoor market. When I saw them, I thought of you.
Erica: Really?
David: Mm-hmm.
Erica: The perfume is -- is just intoxicating.
David: Supposedly what we're smelling is just a mere shadow of their scent before they're cut. The woman at the market told me that they're even more intense in their natural surroundings. Erica: They must be very rare.
David: A rare flower for an even rarer woman.

David: Operator, can you connect me with International Flowers, please? Yes, I'm looking for a rare orchid with an intoxicating scent. I believe it's only found in Brazil. Yes. That's the one. Have the card read "A rare flower for an en rarer woman."

Gillian: I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, but keeping secrets can be bad for you, right?
Edmund: Usually. Why don't you run it by me.
Gillian: Ok. Here's my problem. If I betray a coincidence, my one friend will be mad at me. But if I tell the truth, my other friend will be crushed. But I almost feel like I should tell him because -- because this -- his other friend did this to him.
Edmund: I'm a little confused.
Gillian: See, I should tell him about him and her. But if I do that, I'll be betraying him when really he and she are the ones betraying him. So, I mean, how dare he get mad at me for telling -- if I decide to tell him, which I haven't -- when really he's the one at fault in the first place. So how dare he get mad at me.

Ryan: Hey.
Hayley: Hi.
Ryan: Going for a jog?
Hayley: Yeah. Yeah, it's a really nice day for a jog.
Ryan: Yeah.
Hayley: Look, this is dumb.
Ryan: You're right. It is dumb.
How you doing? Hayley: I'm ok. How are you doing?
Ryan: Actually, not so good.
Hayley: Really? What's the matter?
Ryan: I think we have a problem.
Hayley: You're kidding. Something's wrong with the club?
Ryan: No. No. When we were at the beach, kissing --
Hayley: Mm-hmm.
Ryan: Somebody saw us.