Edmund: Alex, you here?
Alex: No. Close the door -- quick.
Edmund: Where are you?
Alex: Here.
Edmund: Where?
Alex: Here.
Edmund: Ow. Oh, man. Can we let some light in here?
Alex: No. They like the dark. Here. You're going to need this. Ok, you take that corner, and I'll take this. And then when he comes out, we throw the sheet over him and we shoo him out.
Edmund: Shoo who?
Alex: The bat. He flew down the chimney, and now he won't leave.
Edmund: Did you invite him for a Bloody Mary? No wonder you're raising a racket.
Alex: Oh, that's so funny.
Edmund: It's just a rat with wings. Unless you're afraid of a flying rat.

[Alex screams]

Alex: I'm a doctor. I don't need this. Ok. Come on.

[Alex gasps]

Edmund: Alex, breathe.

[Alex screams]

Edmund: Ok, ok, ok. All right, all right. All right, I got him. I see him. Here -- grab -- grab an end of the sheet. We'll herd him out, all right? Grab an end. Alex? You're a big help.
Alex: Where is he?

Vanessa: Thank you.
Vanessa: Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well? Well, I tried waiting up for you. It got so late. What time did you finally come to bed?
Palmer: Very late. This mug is stone cold.
Vanessa: I'll get a fresh pot. Darling -- you know, you have been gone so long. I was hoping we could have a nice breakfast in bed, leisurely lunch, maybe tea, early dinner. What do you say? My, my, my. Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed, and it wasn't mine.
Palmer: Well, I just went by the office.
Vanessa: Ooh -- everybody seems to want a piece of my Mega Mogul.
Palmer: These are the phone calls that Leo failed to return in my absence.
Vanessa: Well, darling, there's got to be some explanation, I'm sure.
Palmer: He's a lazy, good-for-nothing gold brick. That's what he is. His forte is racking up long-distance charges and photo stating his posterior.
Vanessa: Darling, come on. You know young people -- responsibility goes to their heads.
Palmer: Yes, well, think south, Vanessa. Much further south.
Vanessa: Oh, please. Please. All right, I will have a talk with him.
Palmer: He'll just make excuses. I mean, what the devil do I pay that man for, anyway? He hasn't been at the office in over a week. What the hell is he doing on my company time?
Vanessa: Well -- becca: It's such a beautiful morning. We should walk to work every single day.

Scott: Yeah. You know, looks like your temp job is turning permanent, huh? What -- what do you got on your schedule today?
Becca: Well, I'm giving a tour to some new interns.
Scott: Good. Well, I'm due over at the editing bay, but you free for lunch?
Becca: Meet you at the vending machines, high noon.
Scott: Great.
Becca: Which reminds me -- pay up. Car spotting. I totally tagged that 1957 convertible, like, a mile away.
Scott: Girls are not supposed to know about cars.
Becca: Well, this girl does. She has brothers. And she even knows where the back seat is.
Scott: Uh-huh. Well.
Becca: I'll see you.
Scott: Yeah, I'll -- I'll be there.
Becca: Ok.

Leo: Becca.
Becca: Leo. Were you spying on Scott and me?
Leo: Not on purpose.
Becca: Right.
Leo: No, really, I was waiting for you. I spent last night doing something kind of kinky.
Becca: Why'd you close the door?
Leo: Oh, because I wanted to show you this in private. Here you go. Check the math. I didn't use my calculator or my fingers. Well?
Becca: Well, they -- they all seem to be right.
Leo: Don't I get a gold star? Aren't you proud of me, Becca? What's wrong?
Becca: What I'm doing is wrong, Leo. This -- this is wrong.

Adam: Good morning, sweetheart. I hated leaving you while you were sleeping. I hated leaving you at all. How's our precious Colby?
Liza: Still in slumber land.
Adam: Ah. I miss my girls. I've wrestled titans to their knees, but the simple act of leaving you in our bed this morning was sheer torture. Do y miss me at all, sweetheart?
Liza: I feel lost.
Adam: Well, I'll be back with you and Colby before you know it.
Liza: Really, you just need to concentrate on Colby's future as a priority. You know, all this business in Buenos Aires -- just get through it. I mean, don't -- don't get into any arguments. For goodness sakes, don't create any international incidents.
Adam: All right, I'll save all my bad behavior until I return. I love you, darling.
Liza: I love you, too, Adam.

Tad: I may throw up.
Liza: Who let you in?
Tad: Never mind that. You double-crossed me.
Liza: I double-crossed you?
Tad: Yeah. What's with the pornographic phone call, telling Adam how much you love him?
Liza: Well, what else am I supposed to say? "Hasta la vista"?
Tad: I know you, Liza. You meant every sugar-coated syllable of it.
Liza: I was acting. I was playing a part.
Tad: Yeah, well, as far as I'm concerned, you're a little lost in the role, sweetheart. What was last night about, huh? Our big theatrical event -- me accusing you of being addicted to Adam Chandler.
Liza: Well, you know what? It worked. I mean, you were brilliant.
Tad: I was duped. I feel like a complete jerk.. All that talk about payback. You're not in it for payback. This isn't about revenge. You're in it because you really have the hots for Weeny the Wonder Weasel.
Liza: Oh, please. I did ask him for the power of attorney, didn't I?
Tad: Yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah. And you didn't exactly say "pretty please," did you? Huh? Yeah, I saw you negotiating your position. I mean, when I think of you -- how could you even touch him?
Liza: You -- what -- you came back?
Tad: Damn right I did.
Liza: You were watching?
Tad: Yeah. Absolutely. I was protecting my interests. I was making sure you wouldn't cave in to him, give him a second chance for the thousandth time.
Liza: You have no right to spy.
Tad: I wasn't spying.
Liza: You were spying.
Tad: No, I wasn't. I was following my gut. You know, trusting my instincts. I was right. You are addicted to him. Adam is your fix. You tell me you can live without him, but the next thing I know, I turn my back, and you're in the bathroom screaming, "I can't find a vein."
Liza: What? You know, you're the one who keeps saying over and over and over again how addicted I am. Well, who was the one who had to lie to his wife to be here last night? Does she even know where you are right now? Does she think you're at the station? Did you have breakfast with her and the kids, read little comic books this morning? No, no, you probably came running over here to jump-start your day, didn't you? You're the one who's addicted to Adam Chandler.

Leo: Becca, where is the sin in helping me with my math? It's a good thing. You're my mentor, and I'm making progress.
Becca: True.
Leo: I can even do word problems now. Ok, listen -- say there's an ostrich-skin wallet on sale at Lacey's for 225 bucks. Sales tax is 6%. How much tax will Palmer owe when I charge it to his account?
Becca: You tell me.
Leo: Zero. I prefer lizard-skin. See, you've opened up a whole new world for me, Becca. Numbers, decimals, digits, ciphers. And I can't wait to tackle long division. I have nobody to thank but you. I'm your success story. Aren't you happy?
Becca: I know you're making progress. It's just that -- I don't know. I feel like I'm doing something wrong, like I should tell Scott.
Leo: It's a simple study date.
Becca: But, I mean, I feel -- it feels like more. It feels like I'm lying.
Leo: You're -- you're covering for me. Think of my reputation. If -- if Leo du Pres, Senior VP at Cortlandt Electronics, can't even do basic math --
Becca: I hate lying to Scott.
Leo: So fudge the truth a little.
Becca: I already have. He asked me to lunch the other day, but you and I had a study date, so I made up some excuse.
Leo: And you're feeling like a rat because of me. Look, I'm sorry if I've put you in a compromising position. And that is not a come-on. It's not a come-on.
Becca: I swear, is everything about sex with you?
Leo: Well, picking a couple off the top of my head -- when you and Scott came in this morning, you had a -- well, you could say that you were chummy. But I think that "intimate" is closer to the mark.
Becca: God, you are impossible.
Leo: Actually, m -- I'm quite possible. But I'm sorry if I put you on the spot. It's just that you and chandler had a certain glow, that's all.
Becca: Look, look, look -- Scott and I did not spend the night together, have sex, make love. None of it.
Leo: Well, that pretty much covers all the bases.
Becca: Not that it's any of your business anyways. Look, you and I are strictly study partners -- period, exclamation point. My personal life is off limits.

Paolo: Hey, Gumba, I'm here to collect.

Edmund: Nice backhand.
Alex: Where the hell have you been?
Edmund: You want to catch a bat, you need the right equipment.
Alex: I don't want to catch it. I want to get rid of it.
Edmund: Well, maybe if it's a boy bat, we could get a girl bat to lure it out.
Alex: If it's a fruit bat --
Edmund: Don't go there.
Alex: Where?
Edmund: There.
Alex: Where?
Edmund: There.

[Bat screeches]

Edmund: There!
[Alex gasps]

Alex: Oh. Don't let it get away. I mean let it get away. Shoo, shoo. Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!
Edmund: He's going, he's going. He's gone!
Edmund: Chicken. Give me the bat, Wendy. Give me the bat, Wendy. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to --

Guy: The horse have a name?
Alex: No. No, we didn't name him yet. I don't know -- we've been -- well, I was thinking maybe we could call him Maximillian after this horse that we both loved, but it doesn't seem right.
Guy: Something happen to Maximillian?
Alex: Yeah, he got injured. Had to be put down.
Guy: Oh, that's a shame. So, what's your second choice?
Alex: Scorpio. Yeah.

[Guy whistles]

Alex: What's that song? You said, "I can see you just want to get on with your life."
Guy: Correct. What's your response?
Alex: Who the hell are you?

Edmund: You're a paradox, you know that?
Alex: Don't be rude.
Edmund: You take down a man in a mall with a gun, but a little bat just drives you crazy.
Alex: I was absent the day they taught Bat Bae Bo. I guess it's not funny, really.
Edmund: You know, when Dimitri and I were in the aqueduct and it was filling up with water -- it was up to my neck -- you know what he did? He cracked jokes, nonstop. I thought I was going to drown from laughing.
Alex: But you're here nonetheless.
Edmund: Yes, I am. And someday we're all going to laugh about this, too.
Alex: Thank you for rescuing me.
Edmund: My pleasure, ma'am.
Alex: Guess we'd better tidy this place up.
Edmund: I would say.

[Knock on door]

Alex: He's back.
Edmund: Bats don't knock. Do they?
Alex: I don't know.
Guy: Ah, hey. Am I interrupting?
Alex: No, come in.
Guy: You got burgled?
Alex: Oh.
Edmund: Bat wrangling.
Alex: Yeah. It gets really messy.
Edmund: Yeah.
Alex: Don't try it.
Guy: You want a hand? Edmund: I tell you what --
I'm glad you came because you can have guano patrol.
Guy: Just like back in the army. Ooh. Look at this.
Alex: Sorry it's a bit of a mess.

[Telephone rings]

Edmund: Here. Give me that.
Alex: I got it. Hello. Oh, hi, Jackson. Yeah, I'm going to be here for the next couple of hours. Edmund, are you around?
Edmund: Yeah, sure.
Alex: Yeah, sure, come by. All right.
Edmund: What did Jack want?
Alex: It's about the Bryn Wydd Sanatorium in Wales.

Vanessa: Well, you know, darling, it's really my fault because, unlike you, Leo doesn't have any real, real financial savvy.
Palmer: Mm-hmm. Well, he's going to learn soon enough when he starts collecting unemployment.
Vanessa: Yes. You know what our son needs is a crash course in economics.
Palmer: Your son needs to learn the value of hard work.
Vanessa: I couldn't agree with you more. And that is exactly why I think you should take him along when you meet with your estate planner. Because, darling, if he finally sees how you built that company from the ground up -- you know, if you take him along when you make out your new will, he will understand what your fruits of labor have been able to reap and multiply.
Palmer: Well, I'm not in the mood to discuss my last will and testament.
Vanessa: Darling, don't you understand that I want Leo to grow up to be just like you?
Palmer: Oh, fine, fine. Then you just let him start dirt poor in Pigeon Hollow and work himself to the top the way I did.
Vanessa: But don't you understand that by hearing your story, that's the kind of thing that's going to inspire him?
Palmer: Well, see if you can inspire your lad to show up to work. You know, when Leo shapes up, then maybe we'll discuss a new will. I have a feeling that's going to be when hell freezes over.
Vanessa: Oh, come on, Palmer, really --
Palmer: End of discussion. Now, you tell that lay about son of yours that my patience and my money are just about to wear out!

Leo: What are you doing here?
Paolo: I'm short on funds.
Leo: What happened to your plan to finesse Erica Kane for cash?
Paolo: Dude, the lady is not an easy mark.
Leo: Well, maybe you're not as irresistible as you think.
Paolo: Oh, yeah. Ok, right. That's why she's using me to make big brother Dave jealous.
Leo: Does Erica know that your services are for rent?
Paolo: Erica thinks I'm in imported leather goods. That's it. I suggested we do a little business together.
Leo: Well, there's your chance to go legit.
Paolo: I need scratch, Leo. I need it, like, yesterday.
Leo: Paolo, did anybody ever tell you that cocaine is God's way of saying you have too much money?
Paolo: Leo, did anybody ever tell you that my spending habits are none of your concern? Because as much as I'm hurting right now, I could make it twice as painful for you.
Leo: And how will you do that?
Paolo: I connect the dots. Adam Chandler hired you to hire me to get Marian into bed. You'll be singing soprano, boy chick.
Leo: Keep your mouth shut about Adam Chandler. Do you understand me?
Paolo: I get my 30 grand, my lips are zipped. Otherwise, I make no promises.

Tad: Don't look now, but I think all that hot sex is giving you a bad case of kiddie head scramble. How can you accuse me of being tied to Adam chandler? I loathe the man.
Liza: No matter how much you say you hate him, you just keep coming back for more.
Tad: More? I came back because I got a lot riding on this, you know? I hated lying to my wife. But I figured it was worth it because I'm skewering Adam, right? And I get back just in time to see you doing the wild thing with El Diablo.
Liza: You know what? You know what? I spent one night with the guy. You voluntarily shared a jail cell together.
Tad: So?
Liza: All because you wanted to make Adam suffer.
Tad: It's called justice, ok? He tore up my brother's life, and he was about to walk on some chump-change bond. So I sacrificed my freedom to make sure he wouldn't get away with it. You more than anybody else in the world should understand that.
Liza: Does Dixie? Does she understand this little obsession you have so that you would pull yourself away from your family and your kids, willing to go and spend all this time in jail? Des she understand that this obsession is turning you into a raging Ahab -- and not to mention a Peeping Tom?
Tad: Dixie will understand it as soon as she grasps the fact that I can pay him back for all the pain he has caused, ok? All the damage he's done, all the lives he has destroyed.
Liza: And who decided that you are the one to do it? Who decided, Tad, that you are Adam's judge and executioner?
Tad: He did. Adam Chandler did when he tried to have Dixie committed and stole my job and tried to kidnap Junior and used Gillian and impregnated you and chewed up my little brother and spit him out. Nobody does that to people I care about and gets away with it. I may have to hunt Adam down to the ends of the earth like a dog and squeeze the life out of him, and God may strike me down for doing it, but he is going to pay, one way or the other.
Liza: Well, you know, there's another crime that you didn't bring up, the one that you hate the most. And that's that Adam gave Dixie a child and you didn't. And that's the one that you don't forgive him for. I'm sorry. I didn't mean -- I don't know what --
Tad: I do. I do. That was vintage Adam.
Liza: No. No, Tad. No, I didn't --

Marian: Good morning, darlings. Is victory ours?
Liza: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that --

[door slams]

Liza: Damn, damn, damn! How stupid could I be?
Marian: Darling, what's wrong?
Liza: Oh, just -- you know, I'm stupid. I open my mouth, and toads leaping out!
Marian: Liza, what are you talking about?
Liza: I just did something. I just said something that I shouldn't have said. And he's right. It was mean. It was pure Adam.
Marian: If we're going to have this conversation, I'm afraid you're going to have to include me in it, darling, so please tell me what happened.
Liza: I -- I hurt him.
Marian: Adam?
Liza: Tad.
Marian: We'll get back to him later. What about Adam? What happened last night after I left? Now you've got his power of attorney. You're going to make him pay for what he did to you and almost destroying my marriage, right?
Liza: You know, you have to ask yourself, is it worth it? You have to ask yourself when you want someone to pay, can you afford it? Is it really, really worth it?
Marian: Liza, you're scaring me.
Liza: You know, I scare myself, Mother. I really do because I wish for things. I wish for a heart of stone, a will of iron, a soul without mercy and compassion.
Marian: Oh, my God. What did Adam do to you?
Liza: No, Mother. The question is, what am I going to do to Adam?

Leo: I know that I betrayed a trust and I don't deserve a second chance, but I care about you. And I think that you care about me, too, or you wouldn't have been here in the first place. So please, Becca, help me learn.
Becca: If you pull one more stunt like you did tonight, the whole thing is over. Am I clear?
Leo: Yeah.
Becca: I mean it, Leo. This is it.
Leo: I won't blow it. I promise.

Becca: Sometimes it seems like there's not a big enough eraser to rub out all your mistakes.
Leo: I was just doodling.
Becca: I lost it with you earlier. A good teacher should not do that with her student. I am so sorry.
Leo: Becca, you do not owe me an apology.
Becca: I promised you that I would help you with your math.
Leo: Yeah, and I promised you that I would behave myself. But you just make it so damn hard sometimes.
Becca: I mean, lots of students fall for their teachers, right? I got really burned by one.
Leo: Yeah, well, since you made it clear that there's no hope for me, I was hoping that maybe I could walk you home, carry your books, and -- I don't know -- do a one-handed handstand on your neighbor's fence to impress you.
Becca: You know what? Just keep working on the math, and that'll impress me.
Leo: All right.
Becca: So, well, why don't we go back to page 49. I think that's what it was -- multiplying fractions.
Leo: You're still my tutor? What about Scott?
Becca: How I deal with Scott is my problem.
Leo: You're going to stick with me? Are you serious?
Becca: I let my frustrations out on you. I shouldn't have done that.
Leo: Wow. Where I come from, people spread their troubles around like confetti. You're, like, a breed apart.
Becca: I've invested a lot of time in you. I want to make sure that you nail these equations.
Leo: Huh. That's funny. In math, you have a problem and a solution. Wish that life were more like that.
Becca: Do you have troubles, Leo?
Leo: Nothing I can't handle.
Becca: You sure?
Leo: Becca, you're -- you're better off not trying to solve me. But thank you for caring.

[Knock on door]

Alex: I think this is Jackson. Hi.
Jack:: I think you're right. Hello, Alex. How are you? Edmund. Hope this isn't a bad time.
Edmund: Jack.
Alex: Well, that really depends on what you've got.
Jack: Well, what I've got --
Edmund: Have you met Jack? Guy Donahue, our new stable manager, Jackson Montgomery.
Jack: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Guy: Plea-- I'm a little gummed up here.
Jack: Well, then let's do this later.
Guy: Do you mind if I wash up?
Alex: No, right through there. Go ahead.
Guy: Yeah. Oh -- thanks.

Edmund: Jack? Jack: I got a hold of my contact at the British State Department, see if I could expedite the release of your medical files.
Edmund: And?
Jack: I also asked him to look into the details surrounding the death of Sir Geoffrey Ashford.
Alex: What did you find out?
Jack: Found out that somebody, Alex, is lying about your medical records.
Edmund: Then who sealed them?
Jack: Well, now, that's a very good question.
Edmund: Well, then why did the Bryn Wydd Sanatorium tell us otherwise?
Alex: What do my records have to do with Geoffrey Ashford's death, anyway?
Jack: They're all very good questions. Unfortunately, I don't have any very good answers for you. And believe me, I poked and I prodded. I even called an old friend of mine who's a barrister at the Old Bailey to see what he could find out.
Alex: What did he say?
Jack: Well, all he could find out was that evidently the details surrounding the demise of Ashford are the British equivalent to our area 51.
Alex: Is my name affiliated in any way?
Jack: Well, that's the interesting --

Guy: I'll just finish up.
Edmund: That's all right, Guy. You can go. No, don't worry about it.
Alex: I'll be down to the stables later.
Guy: Ok. Nice meeting you,.
Jack: Nice to meet you.

Alex, the fact is your name was never mentioned in connection with Geoffrey Ashford or pertaining to his death or in any official dispatches that the British government deemed classified. So whoever it was at Bryn Wydd that told you that your medical records were sealed, frankly, they were lying to you.
Alex: Why would they do that?
Jack: I wouldn't even care to speculate.
Edmund: Maybe there's one way to clear this up.
Jack: What's that?
Edmund: Dr. Griffith heads the sanitarium. Just fire off an e-mail to him. You game?
Alex: Please. Go right ahead.

Palmer's voice: Now, you tell that lay about son of yours that my patience and my money are just about to wear out!

Leo: Good morning, Mother
. Vanessa: Oh, Leo.
Leo: You're looking very Judi Dench this morning.
Vanessa: Really? Sondim or "Shakespeare in hell -- love"?
Leo: Sondheim. Definitely Sondheim. I'm starving.
Vanessa: How's that possible? You've hardly done any labor-intensive work. Not enough to work up an appetite.
Leo: I hit the decks at WRCW bright and early.
Vanessa: Well, does showing up at Cortlandt Electronics appear anywhere on your agenda?
Leo: C.E. Runs more smoothly when I'm not around. But I am running low on fuel for another reason.
Vanessa: Really? Pray tell, what might that be?
Leo: I've found myself in a bit of a jam. And I was hoping that you might be able to help me out.
Vanessa: Oh. And what new hell have you brewed for yourself now, dear?
Leo: You'll help me?
Vanessa: Don't I always?
Leo: Mother, you are the ultimate. Really, the best friend I've ever had.
Vanessa: Well, how sad does that make you, dear?
Leo: What a silly question.
Vanessa: Darling, you really are in trouble?
Leo: Treading water, barely.
Vanessa: Leo, what is it?
Leo: I'm being blackmailed.
Vanessa: Oh --
Leo: And don't ask me by whom because I can't tell you.
Vanessa: Well, can you at least tell me what somebody's holding over your head?
Leo: I would, Mother, but I'm not sure that I can trust you.
Vanessa: If you can't trust your mother, who can you trust? Leo, what have you done?
Leo: It's -- it's complicated and I can't go into all the details, but it all started when I stole something from Palmer's safe.
Vanessa: You did what?

Liza: Tad?
Tad: Not now, Liza.
Liza: I am deeply sorry. I crossed over the line.
Tad: Well, that's ok. Adam's a drug. We're both junkies, right? We can't be held responsible.
Liza: No, I am responsible for a lot of the harm that he's caused. And I don't blame you for hating Adam Chandler. I hate him, too.
Tad: Talk's cheap.
Liza: You have my word. And you have Adam's word -- in writing.
Tad: What's that?
Liza: He signed his power of attorney over to me.
Tad: Why didn't you show me this?
Liza: Well, if you'd given me a chance, if you'd given me five minutes, I would he explained it to you. But you jumped to conclusions -- which is fine. I don't blame you. But I want you to know that we are a united front. We're partners.
Tad: Yeah, so that crack about Adam giving Dixie a child was --
Liza: It was a low blow. And I was wrong. You know, I lost the love of my life, and you still have yours, and -- I don't know -- maybe I was jealous. I was angry. And I didn't mean it. But that's the control that Adam has over me. And not anymore.
Tad: You're sure?
Liza: Yeah. Do you know what I had to get him to do to sign that? I basically had to prostitute myself to him -- again. I had to summon up all the passion I had in me just to make him believe that I was on the level. And you know what? I didn't fake it. I loved every minute that I spent in his arms. And that is why I hate him. I am going to destroy Adam Chandler. But I cannot do it without you. I can't do it without my best friend. Will you help me?

Vanessa: You lifted something from Palmer's safe?
Leo: Nothing major. Just the Cortlandt Electronics business plan. That's all.
Vanessa: "Nothing major"? Leo, that's corporate espionage.
Leo: With fringe benefits. Do you remember the advanced copy of Palmer's will, the one that didn't name you as beneficiary? I took the will from the safe when I borrowed the business plan.
Vanessa: Oh --
Leo: Don't worry, mother. I took everything back. Palmer has no idea that anything was ever exposed.
Vanessa: Exposed? Leo, exposed to whom?
Leo: Forget it. It's a write-off. What I need now is $30,000.
Vanessa: 30 -- $30,000. That is hardly petty cash, my dear.
Leo: Well, Palmer's good for it a million times over. Come on. You can work your charms.
Vanessa: Leo, has it ever occurred to you that maybe Mommy's just a bit tired of working her charms to keep feeding your habits, dear? I mean, first it's 10,000 here, it's 40,000 there. I mean, this adds up.
Leo: You've never begrudged me before.
Vanessa: Well, this time your grasp has exceeded my reach, my dear. Look, Leo, I am working my tail off to ingratiate you with Palmer. I have made excuses for you. I have covered for you. And now when I'm making a little bit of headway, you want to kill the fatted calf.
Leo: Well, how hard can it be to milk Palmer for a paltry 30,000 bucks?
Vanessa: I will tell you how hard it can be. Because just this morning he issued an edict -- either you earn your corporate stripes, my darling, or else.
Leo: Or else what?
Vanessa: Or else Mommy is out of the will, which makes Mommy very unhappy, and which leaves little Leo all on his lonesome.

Edmund: Five will get you 10 we get an answer from Griffith.
Alex: He may not tell us why he lied about my records being sealed, though.
Jack: Yeah, but there's always other avenues we can go down, so --
Edmund: Absolutely. We're going to get to the bottom of this. Don't you worry.
Alex: You know what? While we're waiting, do you want to go down to the stables, see our new horse?
Jack: I'd love to get some air, even at the stables.
Alex: Ok.
Jack: Oh -- hey, listen, speaking of horses, I just got a new picture sent to me by my daughter Lily. There she is astride a horse. Now, that doesn't mean anything to you, but my daughter's autistic and she used to be scared to death of animals, all animals. Now they've put her in this program where they put autistic kids with an animal. Now they can't get her off this horse's back. She's terrific, Alex. She's beautiful.
Alex: She's gorgeous. She's a good rider.
Jack: Yeah, yeah. She's here in a few weeks for a short visit, and, frankly, I'm counting the seconds.
Edmund: Bring her down to the stables. We'll have her ride.
Jack: That's very nice of you. She'd absolutely love that.
Edmund: Hello.

[Computer beeps]

Computer: Abort the search. Repeat -- abort the search.

Flight attendant: Mr. Chandler, can I get you anything before we land?
Adam: No, thank you, Tia. I have everything I need.

Tad: All right. This is it, sweetheart. We're playing for all the marbles. Are you nervous?
Liza: Aren't you?
Tad: Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. I guess it's one of those things, you know, you dream about for years, and when it finally shows up, you don't know what to think. Liza, you can do this, right?
Liza: Mm-hmm.
Tad: Because you realize once we set this in motion, there's no turning back. When Adam falls, it's going to be hard and it's going to be final.
Liza: I'm ready.
Tad: Ok. Let's do it