Tad: Oh! Hey, pal, how you doing?
Liza: Oh, good. Can't promise it's going to stay that way if the segments keep running short. What are you doing?
Tad: Research.
Liza: High-risk pregnancies?
Tad: Yeah.
Liza: I don't recall green-lighting a segment on that.
Tad: You didn't.
Liza: Well, you're actually going to come up with an idea to present me.
Tad: Not really. Dixie's pregnant.
Liza: Are you kidding? Oh, you must be so happy. I am so happy. I am so happy for the both of you.

Marian: No, no. Adam already OK'd the expenses for the film project. You don't have to go back to him about it.
Stuart: Hi.
Marian: Oh, excuse me. I can't talk now. I'll call you back.
Stuart: That one of your real estate people?
Marian: Hi, darling.
Stuart: Hi.
Marian: Listen, sweetheart, did you ever get a chance to talk to Adam about that thing that we talked about?
Stuart: What thing?
Marian: About Scott taking more control of his trust fund.
Stuart: Oh. That. Not yet.
Marian: Well, you know, that's why Mr. Alexander was so snippy.
Stuart: Adam's money man was snippy?
Marian: Yeah, yeah. I mean, he said, well, you know, "A camera and film and all that's unnecessary. I don't think I should have to pay for it."
Stuart: I've never seen him snippy before. Well, he's always taken care of things like that.
Marian: Well, maybe he should just take care of Adam. And you know, Scott is a grownup, darling. He's a college graduate, and I think he should be making his own decisions about his budget and expenditures.
Stuart: Well, what's so wrong about having someone else write his checks?
Marian: It's silly for him to have to ask permission for every nickel and dime he spends of his own money.
Stuart: But he doesn't. He has an allowance, a monthly allowance, and if he needs more, he -- Adam has never once said no to me.
Marian: But, Stuart, Scott's a grownup. He doesn't need to be on an allowance anymore.
Stuart: Well, I am on an allowance, and I love it. I don't like dealing with money.
Marian: I know, darling, that you're happy to be on an allowance, but I don't think Scott is happy about it.
Stuart: Well, it's been al right up to now.
Marian: Well, that's because he was a child. Darling, how is he ever going to learn how to handle real money if he don't have control of it?
Stuart: Ok. Yeah. I guess you're right. I'll -- I'll be sure to talk to Scott about it.
Marian: Ok.
Scott: Talk to me about what?

Opal: Now, I can understand you wanting to make me suffer, Palmer, but Petey? I mean, he's just an innocent little boy. Shame on you for wanting to hurt him.
Palmer: I'm not hurting Peter.
Opal: Oh, yeah? Trashing his mother to anybody who'll listen? Taking his inheritance away from him?
Palmer: I'm doing no such thing. My son will be left everything.
Opal: Like I believe that.
Palmer: I've never been anything but a responsible and loving father to Peter, and I will continue to be so. Far as shame goes, look to yourself.
Opal: I have nothing to be ashamed of.
Palmer: Trying to steal my company from me? Did you think for one minute the damage you would do if that hostile takeover had gone through? No. No, no, you were only interested in the piles of money you could get away with.
Opal: I was just trying to hang on to what I got, Palmer. I was just looking after Peter's interests and mine.
Palmer: You think I'm stupid or gullible?
Opal: Neither. I think you're a cold-hearted, selfish son of a --
Vanessa: Well, Opal. You really shouldn't speak to Palmer like that.

Gillian: Hey. I just brought these papers for Dr. Clader to sign.
Jake: Why don't you set them on his desk. He'll be back in a minute.
Gillian: I didn't think you'd still be here. I saw Tad and Dixie leave.
Jake: Oh, I'm here. Do you have a minute? I want to talk to you about something.
Gillian: About what?
Jake: About us.
Gillian: Can it wait? I promised to help in pediatrics.
Jake: No, actually, it won't take that long. I just want to clear something up.
Gillian: Ok. How about dinner tonight when we're done with work?
Jake: No, no. I think we need to settle it right now.
Gillian: Jake, you look so serious here. You're scaring me.
Jake: Oh. No, no, no. I don't -- I don't want to do that. But this does matter a lot to me.
Gillian: So what is it that you want to settle?
Jake: Us. What's happening between us.
Gillian: But I thought we just started.
Jake: We did just start. That's what I thought, too, but --
Gillian: But what? Did I do something wrong?
Jake: No. No, no, it's not an issue of right or wrong.
Gillian: Good. Good, because, you know, I'm usually the one to mess things up, and I really don't want to do that because you're -- I feel very close to you.
Jake: Well, that's good.
Gillian: And when I'm with you, I don't have to constantly worry about what I'm saying or how it's going to come out. I can just talk from the top of my head.
Jake: Well, you should. You should learn to trust yourself more.
Gillian: Well, you're teaching me how to do that, right? And I feel a lot calmer inside.
Jake: Yeah. I wish I could teach myself that right now.
Gillian, you know how I -- how I feel about you, how much I care about you.
Gillian: Keep surprising me.
Jake: Yeah. Yeah, it surprises me, too, how much we connect. I never -- I never expected it.
Gillian: Yeah.
Jake: That's a connection that's very special -- you know, the kind that affects you.
Gillian: And that's good, right?
Jake: That is good. That's good under certain circumstances. You're a very lovely woman. You have an amazing strength and a capacity to love that astonishes me. And you got this whole wacky look at the world that I'm -- I'm happy that you share with me. I think it's great.
Gillian: So then what's wrong?
Jake: I can't be so casual with you anymore. Guys would -- they get weak in the knees when they see a girl like you. And they pray that they -- they could meet somebody like you once in their lifetime.
Gillian: You don't have to worry about other men getting weak in their knees or saying their prayers. I hardly notice that.
Jake: What I'm trying to say is a guy could fall hard and quick for you, and I'm not that guy -- right now.
Gillian: You just said we connect.
Jake: We do. In spite of that big wall between us, we do --
Gillian: What wall?
Jake: Ryan.
Gillian: Jake, Ryan's out of my life.
Jake: I don't think he is. I think Ryan is right there between us.

Liza: Oh. This is just perfect. I can't believe it. I am so happy. Our kids are going to go to school together, and they're going to be side by side and ride bikes together and -- isn't it funny? After all the time that we've known each other, our kids are going to end up together.
Tad: Well, let's not start planning prom dates just yet.
Liza: Oh, no. They are going to do homework together, and they're going to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches together and -- and, oh, if you have a girl, we can have sleepovers and slumber parties.
Tad: You going to plan the whole social calendar?
Liza: Oh, they're going to be so cute. I mean, Dixie must be so happy. I am so happy. When I come back to work full-time, I promise you I'm going to do everything I can to make a nursery, and our children can be side by side in little cribs.
Tad: Honey, honey, you're really getting ahead of yourself on this one, ok?
Liza: Well, when is she due?
Tad: It's not --
Liza: Now, wait a second. You should be two feet off the ground, just sort of dancing on air. What's going on?
Tad: She can't have the baby.
Liza: What do you mean? No, you guys love children you are an awesome father to Junior.
Tad: If she carries the baby to term, it could kill her.

Brooke: Oh. You really do work when you're at home.
Edmund: I try to. What's up?
Brooke: Well, you said you needed the research on the Hague, so --
Edmund: Oh, thanks,
Brooke, but you didn't have to drive all the way out here.
Brooke: I just needed to get out of the office. I needed some fresh air before I get on that plane. Also, I've included the notes on the trials.
Edmund: Ok, thank you. How long are you going to be away?
Brooke: Hmmm... probably a week or so. Blair's people promised that he would finish the interview this time.
Edmund: Hmm, good old Tony. You going to be doing anything else besides working?
Brooke: And look who's talking. Are you? Or are you just going to stay buried under this mountain of paper?
Edmund: It's good for me to stay focused.
Brooke: Focused is one thing. I would say this is more like hidden.
Edmund: Brooke, I run every morning. You know that.
Brooke: Mm-hmm.
Edmund: And also, the kids, when they come home from camp, I take them swimming.
Brooke: Mm-hmm. And then when they go to bed?
Edmund: And then when they go to bed, I usually down here writing or staring at a blank piece of paper.
Brooke: Ah, the illusion of accomplishing something.
Edmund: Hey, I kicked out three articles last week.
Brooke: You don't need to work that hard.
Edmund: What else am I going to do?
Brooke: What else are you going to do? Are you sure you want me to answer that?
Edmund: Oh, I see. I see. A couple of dates with Jackson, we're taking the high ground here.
Brooke: Would it kill you to socialize?
Edmund: You haven't met Leslie Coulson.
Brooke: Oh, yes, I have.
Edmund: I called her, what, once? I said hello. She's called me three times.
Brooke: Oh.
Dimitri: Oh, Edmund. Edmund, Edmund, Edmund. The burden of eligibility, huh? Brooke, what am I going to do with him? Rich, handsome, and eligible.
Edmund: Right back at you, bro.
Brooke: All right, stop it, both of you. But, really, I mean, think of all those attractive women out there. Edmund, it is time for you. It is your duty as an eligible man.
Dimitri: Whoa. Well, I'll tell you what. When I get back, I'll work on him.
Brooke: Good.
Edmund: Wait a minute. You're going somewhere again?
Dimitri: Yeah, I'm leaving -- leaving tonight.

Vanessa: Really, how can you be so disrespectful? How can you be so disrespectful? Palmer Cortlandt is one of the most -- well, distinguished, chivalrous, and faithful gentlemen I have met.
Opal: Oh, Palmer Cortlandt? You got some bad information, girlie girl.
Vanessa: His loyalty is unstinting when he cares about people, and when they sincerely care about him.
Opal: The only person Palmer cares about is Palmer.
Vanessa: Really? Does that explain why he rushed down to Brazil to be at Erica's side when she most needed a friend?
Opal: The only reason he rushed down there was to get her vote for the board meeting, and what do you know about it, anyway?
Vanessa: I just happened to see it with my own eyes.
Opal: You were down there with that old fool?
Vanessa: Really. Do I have to tolerate her calling you names?
Opal: As if I care what you can or cannot tolerate. Palmer, you tomcat.
Vanessa: Palmer happens to be a vital and exciting gentleman whose company I immensely enjoy.
Opal: We're dipping a little heavy in the sugar bin, aren't we?
Vanessa: Opal, it's just a pity that you didn't realize what a treasure you had right in your hands.
Opal: "A treasure." Oh, and now you're honing in on it, aren't you?
Palmer: She's cackling like a chicken. I don't know what's so humorous.
Vanessa: Neither do I. You know, your behavior is beyond bizarre.
Opal: Can't you see it? The ink isn't even dry on the divorce papers, and you're already smarming over another woman?
Palmer: "Smarming"?
Opal: You know, if I gave a hoot, I would be embarrassed for you, Palmer. This woman is a downright gold digger.
Palmer: You should know.
Opal: The only thing I ever wanted from you was love and loyalty. You couldn't give me either one.
Vanessa: But, Opal, it is difficult to love a badly dressed harpy.
Opal: You should know.
Palmer: Opal, please.
Opal: What'd you use, Vanessa? Ego massage or just hot oil?
Vanessa: Do you have any idea what she's gibberishing all about?
Opal: Yeah. Trying to ruin Erica's life wasn't enough for you, I guess, and now you've targeted Palmer?
Vanessa: How -- how much longer do I have to listen to this woman spew on and on?
Opal: Let me see. What could you do about it? I guess you could whistle in those flying monkeys, but to look at you, you're probably a little too heavy even for them to hoist on out of here.
Palmer: That is indecent.
Opal: You know, it's a good thing that Erica finally saw the light and kicked you out. How long did it take you to zero in, size up Mr. Moneybags here, huh?
Vanessa: All right. First, Opal, I resent your characterizing my friendship with Erica as any --
Opal: Friends? Friendship? You, a friend to anyone? No, I don't think so. No. Now, I really thought that Palmer's hide was too tough even for your fangs, old snake lady, but surprise, surprise. How do you like my ex, anyway? Don't you find him just a little bit bitter? I do.
Vanessa: Opal, really, I am not pursuing your ex-husband.
Opal: Oh, please. It's a wonder you haven't put your back out the way you're throwing yourself at him.
Vanessa: Really? Well, maybe women in your circle behave in that matter, but I certainly do not.
Opal: Oh, really? You're too refined, is that it, to roll up your sleeves and go after a guy?
Vanessa: Just because I enjoy a gentleman's company does not mean I am chasing after him.
Palmer: Vanessa. Vanessa, please. Ahem. You must forgive poor Opal. You see, she's terribly, terribly upset because her son Adrian is not going to head my company as she so devoutly wished.
Vanessa: Oh.
Palmer: Opal, I understand. Really, I do understand your anger. But it's over, you see. It's done. So why don't you stop your screeching and leave the two of us alone.
Opal: Oh, so there is an "us"?
Palmer: You are besmirching Vanessa's good name.
Opal: "Good name"? Are you deluded? This tart has anything but a good name.
Palmer: You're even more vulgar than I remember.
Opal: Oh, can it, Palmer! You know, on second thought, I'm not sure why I would care if the two of you crawl under the same rock. I can't think of two people who deserve each other more.

Scott: Yeah, that's a good idea, Dad. I mean, after all, I made it through college without running up the national debt, huh?
Stuart: Well, it was never a question of that.
Scott: And maybe you're right. Maybe it is time I started to take a hold of my own finances.
Stuart: Yeah, well, Marian and I thought that maybe it was time.
Scott: And I'm glad you trust me.
Stuart: Oh, yeah. Of course I trust you. But did you ever -- well, were you ever uncomfortable about not having control over your money?
Scott: No. No, Dad, not at all. I -- I was thinking of other things, and I guess now it seems to make sense.
Marian: Oh. Great. You know, I think we should have confab with Adam.
Scott: Yeah, that's a great idea. Then I could bring him up to date on my documentary.
Marian: Ok, good. And we'll have a little quiet family dinner. How about that?
Scott: Ok. Just let me know when, but I got to run. I'm going to do an interview for my project.
Stuart: Is it still going well?
Scott: Yeah. Yeah, I'm loving it. Loving it.
Stuart: Good.
Scott: See you.
Stuart: Bye, Partner.
Marian: Bye.
Stuart: See you later.

Marian: Yes, yes. A family dinner will be just the thing.
Stuart: You know, maybe Scott could tell Adam about some of his breakups. He's had some dillies.
Marian: Oh, please, I hope not. No, no. I just want this to be a quiet dinner where Scott can talk to Adam about his trust fund. Don't worry, darling. I will arrange everything.
Stuart: Well, I can make dinner. I can do that pasta with pesto and the chicken, the one you love so much.
Marian: Why not? It's better to keep typhoid Mary out of the kitchen, right?
Stuart: Oh, no. I didn't say that.
Marian: Yes, but we both know I'm a lousy cook.
Stuart: No.V Marian: Ok, ok. Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'll order carrot cake, and I'll order some flowers.
Stuart: Why don't we use the flowers out of our garden?
Marian: That's a great idea. Those roses are glorious.
Stuart: Yeah.
Marian: Oh, darling. I'm so happy that Scott's going to be more independent. You know, I'm sure he'll continue to grow and flourish, just like everything else you raise.
Stuart: Oh, Marian.
Marian: Oh.
Stuart: Oh. I've got a whole shipment to unpack at the gallery.
Marian: Well, you go take care of that, and we have time for this later, ok?
Stuart: Ok.
Marian: I'll take care of everything here. Bye-bye.
Stuart: Bye.
Marian: Ok, ok, ok. I've got to start with Adam because we can't have a party without a guest of honor. No, no, no, no. First things first. I'd better go talk to Liza.

Tad: Apparently, with only one kidney, going through the pregnancy puts an incredible strain on Dixie's body. You add that to her heart condition, and she's a sure bet for complications if she carries the baby to term.
Liza: Yeah, I know that Dixie gave her kidney to her brother, but I didn't think there was any serious complications.
Tad: It's life-threatening for both her and the baby.
Liza: Please, God, no.
Tad: Personally, I don't want to take the chance.
Liza: Which means?
Tad: It means that Dixie and I have a very hard decision to make very soon.
Liza: Well, this is unfair.
Tad: Yeah, it is. Nonetheless, we have to make a choice, and we have a very limited window of time.
Liza: Well, there are no good choices.
Tad: Well, as far as I'm concerned, losing my wife isn't an option.
Liza: But miracles can happen, Tad.
Tad: No. Liza, look, the odds are stacked against us.
Liza: Well, did you talk to her doctors?
Tad: Yes. I've got medical opinions coming out of my ears. It's what I'm doing here right now. I'm getting more information. And by the way, we haven't told a lot of people, and we want to keep it that way. You know, we don't want to answer a bunch of questions if we decide not to go forward with this.
Liza: You know, I can't help but feel that it's not as bleak as you think. They are doing remarkable things with high-risk pregnancies these days.
Tad: That's what Dixie's hoping for. She plans on being the exception to the rule. She thinks that just by being pregnant, it's proof that this baby was meant to be.
Liza: Oh, Tad. She's carrying your baby. She's happy.
Tad: Deliriously happy. Unfortunately, not very sensible.
Liza: Well, how could someone be logical at a time like this?
Tad: Somebody has to.
Liza: Dixie has survived a lot in her life. Maybe she'll just make it.
Tad: I think they call that wishful thinking.
Liza: Well, you know what? Maybe not. Maybe if she does everything that they ask, she takes all the precautions, she follows the doctors' orders, she stays in bed, she can weather this.
Tad: And if she doesn't?
Liza: Well, I -- I know how much she means to you.
Tad: I am not going to lose my wife. I won't. After everything we've been through to get this far, it's just not going to happen.

Jake: Come on.
Gillian: Jake --
Jake: When two people have a connection like that, it -- it's hard to just disconnect. It's hard to turn the current off. I understand that.
Gillian: No, you don't have all the facts.
Jake: Well, look, the facts seem to be that you and Ryan are --
Gillian: Are finished.
Jake: No, not entirely. But that's ok. I mean, not ok, but it's ok to have the lingering feelings of it. That's natural. I see that. Maybe you don't see it.
Gillian: No, no, no, no. I see everything the way it is.
Jake: Ryan is still in your blood. You -- you still love him.
Gillian: Well, I'm trying not to.
Jake: Don't fight it, Gillian. I mean, just because two people can't work something out in a relationship doesn't mean they're not going to love each other. Some people love each other for the rest of their life and they're not together.
Gillian: It's not going to happen to us.
Jake: Look at me. I've been there. I've been there. You need to decide how you feel towards Ryan. But until then, I have to back off.
Gillian: So we're not going to be friends anymore?
Jake: No, that's not what I said. I'm always going to be your friend. I just can't be anything more than that. You all right?
Gillian: Sure.
Jake: Gillian, I -- I hope things work out for you.

Hayley: Hey, Gillian. How's it going? You'll be seeing a lot of me around here with the 90-90 thing. You know, the AA Meetings. I told you about that, right?
Gillian: Yeah, 90 meetings in 90 days.
Hayley: Yeah. I just finished up. I mean, I just got done with my meeting, so -- that's where I'm coming from. Listen, do you have a break? Do you want to have a cup of coffee or a sandwich? Frozen yogurt? Gillian?
Gillian: No, I'm busy.

Edmund: Dimitri, you're leaving town?
Dimitri: Well, I just have to pay a visit to Vadzel.
Brooke: Budapest.
Edmund: Now?
Dimitri: Yeah. The pilot's probably putting the plane through the last checklist.
Edmund: Well, wait a minute. You just got back in Pine Valley a few days ago.
Dimitri: Yeah, I know. I know. There are some things that have to be taken care of, and I'm the guy that's got to do it.
Edmund: Oh, great. You and Brooke gone at the same time. It's going to be quiet around here.
Brooke: Oh, right. Dimitri and I are such hellraisers, all right.
Dimitri: Well, I definitely try to be one.
Edmund: Ok, ok, ok. Try this. It's going to be lonely, all right?
Dimitri: Well, not with Sam and Maddie, Edmund.
Edmund: Well, Sam and Maddie -- I mean, after a couple of hours, they're -- they're zonked out, you know? All right, who's going to argue with me? They don't read my editorials.
Brooke: I have a wonderful idea. Why don't you actually start writing that book that you have talked so much about.
Edmund: You first.
Dimitri: All right. All right, you two, listen. I'm going to read both those books when I get back. Well, so, you're leaving -- you're leaving town, too?
Brooke: Oh, well, just a week or so on business. I'm going to London.
Dimitri: And where are you staying?
Brooke: The Savoy.
Dimitri: The Savoy. I think there's a pub around the corner called Gallagher's. A little something more formal, Rodrigo's, a couple of blocks down.
Brooke: I'd love to. However, I am a slave to room service when I'm on business, so --
Dimitri: But, Brooke, no one is going to bother you in either place.
Brooke: Oh.
Edmund: Force yourself to go out, Brooke.
Brooke: Oh. Look who's talking.
Dimitri: Yeah, or when I get back, we'll both drag you out.
Brooke: Hmm.
Edmund: Yeah. My brother, the social director.
Brooke: Listen, when we're all back together, we'll have a picnic, we'll have a barbecue, we'll have the kids, and we'll do a lot of arguing. I promise.
Edmund: Sure.
Dimitri: That is a date.

Liza: I'm sorry.
Tad: For what?
Liza: I shouldn't have said anything -- me, of all people.
Tad: Oh, honey, come on. You can say whatever you want. I mean, you just had Colby. You know better than anybody else what Dixie feels for this child.
Liza: I just feel so bad. And if there's any time that you want to talk, either one of you, I'm here to listen.

[Knock on door]

Tad: I know. Thanks.
Marian: Hi. Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?
Liza: No.
Tad: No. Come on in.
Marian: You two look like you're planning a funeral or something.
Liza: Oh, no. Ratings.
Marian: How are they?
Tad: Oh, coming up.
Marian: Well, that's good news then, huh? So don't look so glum, Tad. Oh, Liza, baby, you look so tired.
Liza: Hmm, I have newborn at home.
Marian: Well, I hope you're eating to keep up your strength. As a matter of fact, why don't you come over and have dinner with me and Stuart tonight.
Liza: Oh, that's nice, but I actually have to work late.
Marian: Overtime already?
Liza: Yes. Yeah, we have a campaign that we're working on --
Tad: Oh, yeah. Big.
Liza: Big. And I have to break in my new assistant, so --
Marian: Well, all the more reason to take an hour off and have a nice home-cooked dinner.
Liza: You're cooking?
Marian: Heaven forbid. Not me, Stuart is.
Liza: Well, that sounds really nice, but you know what? I think I'm actually just going to eat the sandwich that's at my desk.
Marian: Oh, Liza, I really don't approve of this.
Liza: Mom, we'll just make it another night.
Marian: Well, what's a mother to do? What about Adam? Will he be joining you with the sandwiches?
Liza: Hmm, hardly. Adam likes to eat at home.
Marian: All by himself? Well, why don't I invite Adam to dine with me and Stuart tonight?
Liza: Oh, I think that would be nice. I think he might like that.
Tad: Yeah. Eating alone is no way to go through life.
Liza: Yeah. Well, thanks, Mom, for everything. And, listen, why don't I walk you out --
Marian: Ok.
Liza: And we can talk.
Marian: Bye, Tad.

Marian: Well, darling, I'm surprised Adam is letting you work such long hours.
Liza: Well, he wants me to love what I do. Don't you?
Marian: Well, I wasn't criticizing --
Liza: Mm-hmm.
Marian: You or Adam. I'm just surprised that Adam is so much less controlling right now than he usually is.
Liza: Oh, mother.
Marian: You run along. Ok, sweetheart? Talk to your new assistant, and I'll call you later, all right?
Liza: Ok.
Marian: Ok. I love you.
Liza: Love you.

[Marian dials her cell phone]

Marian: Ok. Here we go. All righty. Marian: Adam. Guess who's coming to our house for dinner tonight. You, darling.

Palmer: As usual, you've said too much. You've insulted this lady quite enough.
Opal: I think the lady can defend herself.
Palmer: I don't know why she should trouble.
Opal: I hope you've had your shots, Palmer, because she has sure got her claws into you.
Palmer: Vanessa, would you care to join me in a drink?
Vanessa: I would be delighted.
Opal: Oh. "I would be delighted." I hope you are insured, old man!

Brooke: I've left numbers that I think you'll need at the office.
Edmund: I know where to find you if I need you.
Brooke: Okey-doke.
Edmund: Go charm that prime minister.
Brooke: I'll do my very best.
Dimitri: You always do, Brooke.
Brooke: All right. I'll see you both. Don't too good, please.
Edmund: That was very laid-back, Dimitri. I'm impressed.
Dimitri: Wait, wait. Am I missing something here?
Edmund: Oh, the Savoy, the pub around the corner. I know code when I hear it.
Dimitri: What, what do you mean? A code for what?
Edmund: It's a rendezvous. You're going to meet Brooke in London.
Dimitri: Edmund, I'm not. I'm not. Actually, I was -- I was helping Jack out.
Edmund: Jackson Montgomery?
Dimitri: Yeah, yeah. I'm sure he'd prefer Brooke to not frequent places that calls up the biker chick that's living inside of her.
Edmund: I disagree. I think they could both use more time on the back of a hog.
Dimitri: Yeah, well, we all could do that.
Edmund: Absolutely, no argument. Those moments of freedom are all too rare. So, since when do you do romance patrol for Jackson Montgomery?
Dimitri: I thought I'd be a nice guy for a change.
Edmund: That's all there is to it?
Dimitri: Well, maybe it's your influence. I mean, look at me becoming a compassionate, sensitive brother now. Well, it takes a lot less effort than keeping a dangerous person alive.
Edmund: You are so full of it.
Dimitri: I guess I am, yeah.
Edmund: I don't buy this change of heart, either. You know what I think? I think you're jet-lagged. Really. I think you're traveling too much.
Dimitri: Well, maybe I am traveling too much, but it's got to be done.
Edmund: If you say so.
Dimitri: Well, there are just some things you can't neglect or hand them over for someone else to do.
Edmund: I don't get that. Why?
Dimitri: As much as you think you've planned things out, there's always that unexpected twist.
Edmund: The thing you don't see coming?
Dimitri: Exactly. Hey, but, life should -- shouldn't be predictable.
Edmund: I don't know. I like predictable.
Dimitri: Would you kiss the kids good-bye for me? I think -- I think the plane's ready to go by now.
Edmund: I hope you get things settled, Dimitri.
Dimitri: Yeah. Thank you. Me, too. Get over here, you.

[Dimitri gives Edmund a hug]

Jake: Hey.
Hayley: Hey.
Jake: What's wrong?
Hayley: Well, I don't know. Either Gillian's not feeling well or I must have said the wrong thing or -- I'm not sure which.
Jake: Maybe it was, you know, the language thing.
Hayley: No. No, it wasn't that. It was something else.
Jake: What happened?
Hayley: I don't know. I -- you know, I was -- I just bumped into her, and I asked her if she wanted to, you know, grab a cup of coffee or something to eat or something, and she looked at me like I just came off the mother ship and then ran from me like I was carrying the Ebola virus.
Jake: Oh. Did that just happen right now?
Hayley: Yeah, and just when you rounded the corner.
Jake: No, it wasn't you.
Hayley: What makes you so sure?
Jake: Well, I had a little talk with Gillian. I told her that until she figures out what's going on with her and Ryan, we had to cool it between us.
Hayley: And that upset her?
Jake: Hmm. I think so.

Stuart: Ah.
Marian: Hi. You did what you had to do at the gallery, huh?
Stuart: Yeah. All finished.
Marian: Mmm.
Stuart: Oh, you taste good.
Marian: Oh, thank you. Will your pesto taste as good?
Stuart: Nah, never. Oh, I just got a wonderful idea for a painting -- you wearing nothing but basil leaves, about five of them. Oh, this -- special dinner is tonight?
Marian: Well, Adam's coming over for the family confab.
Stuart: Tonight? That was quick.
Marian: That's ok with you, isn't it?
Stuart: Well, yeah. Yeah, sure. I got to get down to the market and get the chicken and the bread and the --
Marian: Ok, Adam's bringing some wine.
Stuart: Good, that's great. Do you need anything?
Marian: Yep -- a hug.
Stuart: A hug.
Marian: Thank you. Oh! Oh, I'm ticklish.
Stuart: Oh, yum, yum. I hope Adam doesn't stay too late tonight.
Marian: I hope not, too. Bye.
He is so sweet. Oh, dear.

Scott: Nice table.
Marian: Oh, thanks. Did you do your interview already?
Scott: Yeah. It was down and dirty.
Marian: Ooh. Judging from your clothes, it was really dirty.
Scott: Yeah, two words -- pickup truck and landfill.
Marian: Oh. I'd love to hear about it, but I think you should rush upstairs, take a shower, and get ready for dinner because your uncle Adam's coming over to discuss your finances.
Scott: Tonight? That's tonight?
Marian: Yeah. Can I get things together fast or what? Is there a problem?
Scott: I can't do it tonight. I have a date.
Marian: What? Oh, no!
Scott: It's just a family dinner. Why are you getting so freaked?
Marian: Look, I'm not getting freaked. But it's a lot more than a family dinner.
Scott: Because Uncle Adam's coming?
Marian: It's very important, Scott. I -- I'm sure your date will understand.
Scott: Understand what?
Marian: If you have to cancel your date.
Scott: I doubt that.
Marian: Darling, darling, the statistics are in your favor. I mean, any girl, anytime, anywhere would want to go out with you.
Scott: You got to get out more.
Marian: I beg your pardon?
Scott: I'm sorry. It's just -- it's very hard to schedule a private life and especially when both of us have such irregular work hours.
Marian: Well, I know, darling. And Adam has a very crowded calendar, too. Well, who's the lucky girl?
Scott: Becca . And I'd really hate to disappoint her.
Marian: Becca. Yes, Becca, that sweet little girl from Pigeon Hollow.
Scott: You remember her?
Marian: Mm-hmm. Sure.
Scott: Well, maybe I could invite her to come here.
Marian: Oh, no. I mean, no, no -- what I mean is, it wouldn't work at all. I mean, this is a family dinner, and it's private about your trust fund. I mean -- oh, dear. I'm sure your father won't be too disappointed if you're not here, Scott.
Scott: All right, I'll call her.
Marian: You mean, you'll call her and postpone?
Scott: Yeah. Let me go get changed and I'll give you a hand, ok?
Marian: Oh, thank you, Scott. Thank you. You're an angel. You really are.
Scott: Ok.
Marian: Thanks. Thank you. Oh.

Singer: Another sad day another lonely day for all we know some people only cry they have no good times no poetry rhymes they don't know how or when or if or why why the goodness never stays or why love didn't come again today isn't there someone who knows they're in trouble? Isn't there someone who sees? I'll be the someone who cares that you're dying for love I can be the someone that you need isn't there someone who loves you completely? Isn't there someone like me? Well, I'll be the someone who cares that you're dying for love I can be the someone that you need I can be the someone that you need.........