Opal: Here, Belinda, help yourself to another one of these shrimp thingies that cook made.
Belinda: Oh, yes, I think I will.
Opal: They're great. Aren't they, though? Here you go.
Alice: They are so addictive.
Op: Yes. Adrian, come on. Try one, honey.
Adrian: I don't care much for seafood, thank you.
Opal: Oh, gee, I'm sorry. I didn't know that.
Alice: Oh, well, that's our Adrian -- the only child in the world who would never eat fish sticks, even homemade.
Opal: No! Homemade? Homemade fish sticks? I can't even do the kind that come out of the box.
Alice: Oh, they're so easy. All you need is a blender.
Opal: Oh, yeah. Easy, my foot. Now, see, Adrian, you're lucky that you ended up with Alice instead of me. You might have starved to death.
Alice: Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Opal: Well, gee, I wonder what's keeping tad and Dixie. I mean, it's not like them. They're over a half-hour late.

[Door closes]

Belinda: Oh, that's probably them now.
Opal: Oh, yeah.
Dixie: Hi! I'm so sorry we're late. It's been a crazy day.
Tad: Oh, man. I feel like a hamster on a wheel.
Dixie: Brooke is throwing this shower for us -- for me tomorrow and --
Tad: We had to swing by. We're getting married this week, so --
Alice: So Opal said. A spring wedding?
Dixie: Yes. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate. And then we had to go over to the dressmakers and have another fitting.
Opal: You didn't let Tad see your dress, did you?
Tad: No.
Dixie: No.
Tad: No, Ma. I was over at Mom and Dad's, to give them a head count.
Dixie: Yeah.
Opal: You know, Dixie, she just makes the most beautiful bride. They say three's a keeper, you know?
Alice: Oh, and your son's going to make such a handsome groom.
Opal: Yeah, he cleans up pretty good.
Alice: Oh, I cannot wait for the day that Adrian gets married.
Opal: Well, it could be sooner than you think.
Adrian: Isn't dinner about ready?
Alice: Adrian, where are your manners?
Opal: Oh, well, the poor guy is hungry, and the hor-- the horse -- the appetizers, he didn't like those. It's going to be just a minute, really. It'll be ready anytime.
Dixie: Mrs. Dawson, if you're around and you're in town and you would like to come, we would love to have you come to the wedding.
Tad: Absolutely. It'd be great.
Alice: Oh, I -- I don't think I'm going to be in town that long.
Dixie: Oh.
Tad: Oh. Um -- would you excuse me for just a minute?
Dixie: Well, if you have any change of plans and you would like to come, really, please do.
Tad: What the hell's with Adrian?
Opal: Oh. I -- I guess he's just uncomfortable, maybe, being around me and Alice.
Tad: So that gives him the right to be rude?
Opal: Oh, now, honey, he didn't mean to be rude.
Tad: You could've fooled me.
Opal: Well, I'm thinking maybe this dinner party wasn't such a good idea.
Tad: No, no, no. Ma, I think this dinner party was a great idea. I also think my new brother needs a reality check.
Opal Tad, please don't --
Tad: Excuse me. I'd like a word with you -- in private.

Gillian: If you're here to find out if I signed the divorce papers --
Ryan: No, I'm here because I came to see for myself.
Gillian: See what?
Ryan: See if Raquel was telling the truth.
Gillian: You spoke to Raquel about me? Why?
Ryan: Because I had to go by her place to -- Hayley asked me to. That's not important. The point is, is that she told me --
Gillian: She told you what?
Ryan: She told me that you only filed for a divorce to make me happy, that you really don't want it. Is that true?

Adam: Come on, Erica. Answer the phone. Why don't you have voice mail like the rest of us?

Liza: Hi, sweetie. How was your nap? Can she see me yet?
Jake: Oh, you probably appear, like, a little blurry to her. But she needs visual stimulation. I was thinking about getting one of those black-and-white mobiles to hang over her crib.
Liza: Oh, yeah.
Adam: I already got her one of those. Why don't you let the baby alone so she can sleep?
Jake: I'm in such a good mood today, I'm not even going to let you rattle my cage. I've got rounds anyway. I'll be back soon, ok? Bye-bye.
Liza: Mm-hmm. I know you don't like seeing Jake with Colby. But you know, you have to accept it. It was your idea, after all, to recognize him as the father.
Adam: I don't give a damn about Jake. He's not the problem.
Liza: Then who is?

Erica: Wake up! How could you do this? I'm not finished with you oh. Oh, this is so typical of you, lie, deny, avoid. How could you do that? How could you stand there with a straight face and look at me and tell me that I will laugh about this someday? And this is your fault! Oh. Do all doctors carry smelling salts? Oh, I'm going to wake you up. I'm going to wake you up and you are going to listen to me. You are going to finally understand, if it's the last thing I do.

[Door closes]

Jack: Erica?
Erica: Jack?
Jack: Are you home? It's me, Jack.

Liza: What is it? If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were afraid of something.
Adam: Look -- look at her. Isn't she the most perfect thing you have ever seen in your life, those little toes and fingers? And that perfect nose?
Liza: Now I know what they meant by, in the songs, when they say "your heart swells."
Adam: That's the way I feel about you and Colby. I think that's -- that's it. That's why I'm so scared.
Liza: What are you afraid of? I mean, we have everything we ever wanted. We have a beautiful daughter. We're getting married.
Adam: Yeah, that's it. Everything's perfect. Everything in my life is perfect. Almost too perfect. It's as if it may all just go up in a puff of smoke.
Liza: Well, see, what you're talking about, I mean, how could -- we have come a long way. And how could it possibly change? How could we possibly lose it? Adam: I don't know. It's just that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else, and I love Colby more than my life itself, and if I -- if ever anything came along and took you away from me, I don't think I'd be able to go on.
Liza: I never thought I'd see the day when Adam chandler was afraid of anything.
Adam: Yeah, that's just for you.
Liza: Sweetheart, you're not going to lose me, and you're not going to lose Colby. In fact, it's just the opposite.
Adam: What do you mean?
Liza: Well, this -- this baby makes us a family. We're a family. We're an honest-to-God family. Jake is not going to take that away. I mean, don't you know that? Jake doesn't even want to take it away from us.
Adam: Well, it -- I mean, it might not be Jake, only Jake.
Liza: What, you think some stranger is going to come along and sweep me off my feet? Don't you get it? You're stuck with me, buster.
Adam: Let's get married.
Liza: We are.
Adam: No, I mean right away. I'll send the car for Rev. Ruppert and we can do it right here.
Liza: No.
Adam: Oh. And why not?
Liza: No, because we're going to do it like we planned, at the chapel at Wildwind, with mother and Stuart. Please, just don't be paranoid.
Adam: All right, all right. When?
Liza: After Tad and Dixie's wedding.
Adam: What -- what do Tad and Dixie have to do with us?
Liza: Adam, Tad is my best friend. And I'm not going to upstage his big day, and I want to do this for Dixie, too, after everything that they've gone through. Really, this is what I want. And then I promise, it'll be our turn.

Adrian: Anything you have to say to me, you can say it right here.
Tad: I don't think so.
Opal: Uh --
Tad: This is between you and me.
Opal: Boys -- boys, you know, why don't we just go and eat.
Tad: After I talk to Adrian.
Adrian: Ok, fine. This better be good.
Adrian: You know, I don't appreciate you trying to intimidate me in there.
Tad: Well, I don't appreciate you trying to rain on my wedding.
Adrian: What do you mean, "trying to rain" on your wedding?
Tad: Don't be a pain in the neck. You're bringing everybody down with your bad attitude.
Adrian: Look, do you think this is easy for me, standing around, trying to make polite chitchat?
Tad: Adrian, you're not trying. That's the whole point. Everybody else in there is except you. The great put-upon Adrian sword. Honestly, you remind me of that little cartoon character, the one with the thundercloud over his head.
Adrian: So I can't help how I feel.
Tad: I'm not asking you to change the way you feel, just the way you're acting. Look, Dixie is happier than she's ever been, ok? She's got a clean bill of health. We're getting married, for God's sake.
Adrian: So what do you want me to do? Grow some hair and sing "everything's coming up roses"?
Tad: Could you? I want you to put on a happy face and stop acting like somebody just stole your favorite toy, because in case you missed it, you're the sole reason opal put on this little soiree in the first place -- because she loves you. So does Alice. Everybody in there is bending over backwards trying to make you happy. So I think the least you could do is act like a grownup, right? And by the way, you mess up my wedding, you do anything to make it less than perfect for Dixie, and I swear, I'll make you sorry you had.

Gillian: Raquel had no right to speak to you.
Ryan: So then it's true? You don't want a divorce?
Gillian: What do you want?
Ryan: Just -- just answer the question, Gillian. Do you or do you not want a divorce?
Gillian: It doesn't matter what I want.
Ryan: Gillian, of course it --
Gillian: You said you needed your space. Fine, I'm giving you your space. I'm setting you free.
Ryan: God, how did everything get so screwed up?
Gillian: I signed these papers. All right? That's what you wanted. You want to look at it? You want to look at it?
Ryan: I believe you. You're still hurting, Gillian. You're still hurting, and all I want to do is I want to make it stop. I just don't know how.
Gillian: You want to make it stop? I'll tell you how to make it stop. It's easy.
Ryan: How?
Gillian: Tell me to tear these up. Tell me that you still want us to be married. Can you do that? Well?
Ryan: Gillian, you have no idea how badly I would love to tell you what you want to hear if it would put a smile on that beautiful face of yours. Nothing would make me happier than that.
Gillian: Then just say it. Say it, Ryan, and make me the happiest woman alive.
Ryan: Maybe now it would make you the happiest woman alive, but --
Gillian: But what? I know you still want to be with me, otherwise, you wouldn't have come here looking for me. You wouldn't have cared why I signed these divorce papers and why I wanted the divorce, or if I did it to please you, or if Raquel was telling the truth.
Ryan: You're right. You're right.
Gillian: I knew it,
Ryan, so just say it. Say it. Tell me -- tell me that you still want to be married to me and I'll make confetti out of these stupid papers!
Ryan: I can't.
Gillian: Why not? It's what we both want.
Ryan: Because -- because,
Gillian, it would be wrong.
Gillian: No!
Ryan, we are so right for each other. We can make each other so happy, just like we have in the past. It can be just like Hayley and Mateo.
Ryan: No, the problem is I'm not Mateo, Gillian. I am not Mateo. If we stayed married, sooner or later, I would end up hurting you again.
Gillian: How? You'll never be unfaithful.
Ryan: No. No, I don't mean that kind of hurt. Gillian, you keep forgetting that my parents were incredibly bad role models. I don't know how to treat a wife. I don't know how to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
Gillian: So we'll learn. Baby, we'll learn. I -- I don't know. We can help each other. I didn't have good role models, either. Why are you shaking your head?
Ryan: I'm sorry, Gillian, not because I love you, but for -- for letting you down.
Gillian: Ryan, you never let me down. I let you down. You're a good person, and this thing that you're afraid of, of becoming your father or your brother, it's not going to happen!
Ryan: I can't take that chance.
Gillian: Fine.

Adrian: You know, I got to give you credit for one thing.
Tad: Only one?
Adrian: Yeah. You love Dixie like there's no tomorrow, and you treat her good. She's a good woman, Tad.
Tad: She's the best.
Adrian: Yeah. She's too good for you, you know that.
Tad: Way too good.
Adrian: Well, good, at least we agree on one thing.
Tad: Terrific. Huh? So what do you say? You think we can pull this off, act like one, big, happy family, at least until after the ceremony's over?
Adrian: You sure don't ask for much.
Tad: Fine. Pretend it's an assignment, ok? Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to try to blend in with the rest of the crowd, just go with the flow.
Adrian: All right. But I'm doing this for Dixie, not for you.
Tad: Agreed. Deal?
Adrian: Deal. Get away from me. Now, what do you want me to do?
Tad: Well, I never thought I'd hear myself ask you this, but -- you want to be an usher in my wedding?

Jack: Something is just not right here.
Erica: Jack!
Jack: Oh.
Erica: Well, what a surprise.
Jack: Yeah. Where were you? You didn't hear me calling you?
Erica: Well, I just got dressed. I was taking a bath.
Jack: Well, I was just about to call the police.
Erica: The police? Why?
Jack: Why? Well, your door wasn't locked. Your alarm was off. I come in here, I don't see hide nor hair of you.
Erica: Well, I told you, I was taking a bath.
Jack: Well, as I recall, that's a pretty good reason to lock the door.
Erica: You're right, of course. I'm going to be much more careful next time, I promise. So, what are you doing here?
Jack: Well, I was checking to see if you were ok. I was worried about you after what happened last night. And you left before anybody had a chance to stop you.
Erica: Well, I wanted to be alone.
Jack: Where did you go? I mean, Brooke and I came by several times, but each time we drove by, the house it was dark.
Erica: Oh, well, I took a walk.
Jack: Well, that must have been some long walk.
Erica: Well, it was. I had a lot to think about.
Jack: I guess you probably did. Look, I -- I just wanted to let you know how badly I feel about that reporter sticking that microphone in your face and pulling your scarf off and everything.
Erica: Oh. It was unpleasant, but you know something? I feel much better now, really. I had a revelation last night.
Jack: A revelation about what?
Erica: Well, I mean, I really can't say, but it just -- it made me think differently about the accident.
Jack: Really?
Erica: Yes. I don't know what I'm going to do about it yet, but I do know I'll think of something.
Jack: Oh, I have no doubt about that.
Erica: Well, so, now you've seen that all I'm right, and so, you can go.
Jack: You're still angry with me, aren't you?
Erica: About what?
Jack: About my not being altogether honest, when I saw you in the hospital, about your face.
Erica: Oh, no, no, no. I mean, please, it was a long time ago. I've really moved on from there.
Jack: Well, that's good.
Erica: Yeah.
Jack: Well, maybe then you and I could go back to being friends.
Erica: If that's what you want, I'm perfectly willing to do that. Of course.
Jack: Good.
Erica: Now, I'm sorry. I really have to ask you to excuse me. I have so much to do tonight because of the revelation.
Jack: The revelation?
Erica: Yes.
Jack: Ah.
Vanessa: Oh --
Erica: Vanessa.
Vanessa: Oh. I -- I have never in my life been so vilified, so unjustly accused.
Erica: Who, what, David?
Vanessa: No. No, no, I -- look, I'm too upset to even discuss it. My heart is pounding. I -- I -- I need one of my pills, and I --
Erica: Ok. Where are they? I'll get them.
Vanessa: No, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You have a guest. Look, I think I left them in your dressing room when I helped you with your zipper. I'll get them. I'll get them. I'll be fine.
Jack: Well, something's going on here.
Erica, what are you up to?
Vanessa: Mmm. Oh, there's no place like home, no place like home, no place like home. There's always a way, always a way, always a way.
Vanessa: Well, it proves nobody's perfect.
Erica: What am I up to?
Jack: Yes. What are you up to? You've been acting strange the whole time I've been here.
Erica: Strange? How?
Jack: Well, first off, you don't answer your door, and then there's all this cryptic talk about a revelation, and now you can't wait to get rid of me.
Erica: I think you've been the District Attorney too long, Jack.
Jack: In other words, you're pleading the fifth.
Erica: In other words, I'm pleading innocent to any wrongdoing.
Jack, thank you for coming by. I really think it's wonderful, and I will be in touch with you.
Jack: Lock this door.
Erica: I will.
Vanessa: Oh. I --
Erica: Did you find your pills?
Vanessa: Yes.
Erica: Good.
Vanessa: I felt I had to take two. I'm so unnerved. This whole thing, it was so out of the blue, so sudden. I mean, I just don't know what hit me. This Janet --
Erica: Janet? Janet Dillon? What?
Vanessa: Janet -- I -- she -- I never realized she resented me so for accepting your gracious hospitality. I mean, obviously, she's clearly jealous of any kind of friendship we have. I had no idea she hated me so. But, mean, what else can explain it except for the -- I mean, to accuse me of doing something so despicable to the only true friend I have in this town. I mean, the whole thing is really, really unthinkable.
Erica: Well, what are you talking about?
Vanessa: Well, Janet accused me of tipping off Jerry Reeves about last night.
Erica: Tipping him off how? Vanessa: Well, you know, calling him, letting him know that you're going to be at the S.O.S. Bar so he could have a camera crew there. I mean, can you imagine why I'd even want to be associated with this disreputable man, let alone in cahoots with him. And accusing me of doing that to you! The whole thing is the whole thing is unbelievable.
Erica: Well, I wonder where she got that idea.
Vanessa: I can't even fathom where that mind's -- that woman's mind is coming from. I really -- unless, of course, she's mentally, mentally unstable.
Erica: Well, I mean, she's ok. I mean, she's worked for me for years. She's my accountant.
Vanessa: That also concerns me deeply, Erica. I mean, think of the damage this woman can do to your company that you worked so hard to build up if she's unstable.
Erica: Well, she's not. I mean, no. I've had no trouble with her whatsoever. No, she's no threat to my company.
Vanessa: Erica, can you be 100% certain of that? I mean, if this woman is running around flowing out stories like that, wild stories -- you know, I have this friend who's an accountant. Actually, she owns her own company. She's a highly, highly sought-after CPA In New York. I'm sure that for nothing at all, she would look at your books on the QT. You know, she owes me a big favor for all the clients I've referred to her from palm beach. I think it's something u should do very, very quickly, Erica, before any other disasters take place.

[Telephone rings]

Erica: Hello?
Adam: Erica, it's me. What happened with you and Hayward?
Erica: Would you hold on a moment, please?
Vanessa, this could take a while. Will you excuse me? Oh, actually, you know, maybe we should call on that accountant friend of yours. Why don't we do that, but on the Q.T. Do not say a word to Janet.
Vanessa: Of course not, of course not. I will call her on the fax line, ok?
Erica: No, call her from my office. That way you can, you know, go over there and you can just collect all the books at the same time and have her take the train to Philadelphia. I'll have someone pick her up.
Vanessa: Erica, I know you're doing the right thing.
Erica: Uh-huh.
Erica: Oh, what a day. You know what, Adam? You can wait. Oh, I need a glass of champagne. All right, mother. Ok. I won't do that. I won't drink. I'll have a cup of tea.
Adam: Erica? Erica, are you there? Pick up the phone. Erica? Erica?

Jake: Gillian -- Gillian -- wait up a minute.
Gillian: Oh, I was just -- I was just going on my way out.
Jake: I want you to meet somebody.
Gillian: Jake, I'm not feeling very sociable right now.
Jake: Come on. I want you to meet Colby.
Gillian: No. No, I'd rather not disturb Liza. She's never been my biggest fan.
Jake: But Liza's not even in there. She's out taking a walk right now. Come on. I'm babysitting alone.
Jake: Isn't she beautiful? Look at her. Look at those eyes. Look at those eyes.
Gillian: She's -- she's so tiny.
Jake: You want to hold her? Gillian: Oh, no. Couldn't.
Jake: No, she won't bite. Sit. Sit.
Gillian: No, I'm afraid I'm going to drop her.
Jake: Oh, no, no, no. Sit. Ok. Yeah. You ready to go for a ride? Huh? Want to go -- oh, yeah. Oh! Ooh! Yes! Just cradle her -- her head there. That's it, just like that. Oh.
Gillian: Oh. Hi!

Dixie: Dare I ask?
Tad: I think it's sushi. Oh, that -- no. Adrian just had to talk to his older, wiser, better-looking brother.
Dixie: Uh-huh.
Belinda: So, what was that about?
Adrian: Well, would the lady like an escort to Tad
and Dixie's wedding? Belinda: The lady would be delighted.
Opal: I'll second that.
Dixie: I'll third it. Way to go.
Tad: Adrian's agreed to be an usher at my wedding.
Opal: An usher? Oh! I -- I just -- I don't even know which one of you to kiss first. Oh! Thank you.
Tad: In three, two --
Opal: And thank you.

[Tad squeals]

Tad: Thank you, Mom. Yeah, Dixie doesn't call me that old silver-tongued devil for nothing.
Dixie: Oh, stop. So, I hope that means that you'll come to our wedding.
Tad: Oh, you've got to. Oh, surely you can't resist the sight of your son resplendent in formal regalia?
Belinda: I know I'm looking forward to it.
Alice: Um -- well, you said it was going to be a small wedding. Are you sure there's room for one more?
Tad: Plenty. It's going to be at my parents'
house -- my adoptive parents. Opal: Oh, I told you about them. They're wonderful people.
Alice: Oh, I would love to meet them sometime, but I don't think that I'm going to really --
Adrian: I -- Mom, I would love for you to stay.
Alice: Well, since you put it that way, how can I resist?
Dixie: That's great. Well, this is wonderful. You'll have a chance to meet Joe and Ruth, and they'll have a chance to meet you. And I'm -- I'm sure that they're going to love you, and I'm sure you'll love them, too.
Tad: Terrific. Now that that's settled, why don't we all go on strap on the old feed bag.
Dixie: Excellent.
Adrian: What a class -- you know what? I'm starved. Miss Keefer?
Dixie: Oh.
Belinda: Lead the way.
Opal: Go ahead, honey.
Dixie: Oh, my goodness.

Gillian: Oh, Jake. Just look at these tiny fingernails. Imagine trying to give her a manicure.
Jake: And look at her eyelashes.
Gillian: Oh. How can anybody be this tiny and helpless and trusting?
Jake: We all start out that way.
Gillian: Oh. Colby, you are so lucky. You have a mommy and a daddy who loves you more than anything in this world and who would do anything for you.
Jake: I think she's smiling at you. Is she smiling? Look.
Gillian: She is?
Jake: I don't know. Gillian: Yeah, a little smile.
Jake: Maybe. I think she likes you, though.
Gillian: Jake, she's beautiful.
Jake: Somebody else is smiling, too. I haven't seen that in a while.
Gillian: How can anybody not smile looking down at this little perfect angel? Thank you, Colby. Thank you, Jake.
Jake: Anytime.

Liza: Hi.
Ryan: Hi.
Liza: Ryan. What's wrong?
Ryan: Will you do me a favor, Liza? Shoot me. Please. Just put me out of my misery and shoot me.

Liza: What'd she do now? Ryan: Who?
Liza: Gillian, of course.
Ryan: She didn't do anything wrong. It was me. It was me. Why? Why do I keep hurting her?
Liza: What did you do?
Ryan: Well, she -- she tried to do something right. She filed for divorce, and I should've just left it at that. But I didn't.
Liza: All right. What'd you do after that?
Ryan: Well, I came down here looking for her, which made everything worse, of course. I would just love to know why I cannot leave that woman alone.
Liza: Because you love her.
Ryan, you know, it's not too late.
Ryan: No, it -- all of the bad stuff -- all of the bad stuff happened to me when I fell in love with her. It's like a curse. It's like I'm cursed in love.
Liza: Ok. You know, I used to feel that about myself, too. But look at Adam and me. Look at everything we've been through.
Ryan: Well, that's -- that's different.
Liza: But it doesn't have to be. You could change if you really, really wanted to.
Ryan: I -- I don't think so.
Liza: All right. Look at Adam -- Adam Chandler. I mean, he's the most controlling, manipulative man I have ever met. He didn't want to admit that he was controlling, that he had weaknesses, that he tried to take charge all the time
Ryan: And -- and now?
Liza: And now he's this man who -- who opens up his heart to me and tells me things that he would never admit. And every day, he opens up just a little bit more. And you know why?
Ryan: Why?
Liza: Because he loves me. He loves me more than anyone else in this world. And that's what's going to change you, is love -- Gillian's love for you and your love for her.

Adam: Erica? Erica, pick up the damn phone. Erica, you pick up that phone right now or I'm coming over there.
Erica: Are you still there?
Adam: Erica, what happened with you and Hayward after I left?
Erica: He bathed my face.
Adam: Yes?
Erica: And we talked.
Adam: About what? Does he know you're on to him?
Erica: On to him? He's not the one who switched the sperm samples.
Adam: Erica, don't you play games with me. Is Hayward on his way over to the hospital to tell Liza? Is my life about to go up in flames? Just answer the question.
Erica: You know, this is so typical of you. You are not the only one who's had a bad day, Adam! All you do is think about yourself.
Adam: I'm also thinking of Liza and Colby and what will happen to them if Hayward announces to the world that I'm Colby's father. Now, what did you say to him?
Erica: Look, I have problems of my own, ok? Rather pressing problems, as a matter of fact.
Adam: Just answer the question! What did you say? Did you tell him, or did you not tell him? I need to know.

Gillian: Ah. I don't know if I'm quite ready for this, having one of my own.
Jake: Yeah, I didn't think I was ready, either, until a couple of months ago. But, I don't know, things change.
Gillian: Yep. Things change. No matter how hard you try and stop it, they just do. They change.
Jake: You know my brother tad's getting married this Thursday.
Gillian: Oh. Wow. I wasn't invited.
Jake: Well, now you are. Why don't you go with me?
Gillian: Are you serious?
Jake: Yeah, I'm serious. Why don't you go with me?
Gillian: I think I'm working Thursday.
Jake: No, don't worry about work. Don't worry about it. I have a little in with the chief of staff here. So, come on. What do you say?
Gillian: Hmm. Ok. Yeah.
Jake: Ok. Good.
Gillian: Jake, I think you better take her. She's getting a little heavy.
Jake: All right. Get this. All right, I'll take her first. Twist my arm, ok. Ok. Oh, yes, yes, yes. I got you. I got you. I got you. You ready to go back to bed? Hmm? Here we go. You are tired, aren't you? Yes.

Opal: Well, it's just going to be another minute or so while cook, you know, carves the roast, but sit down.
Tad: Well, I could have done that.
Opal: Oh, no, no. You know Helen. She's very particular. If it's not carved just so, she says you lose the juices.
Adrian: She is right.
Tad: What do you know about juices? Oh, never mind. I retract the question.
Opal: Um -- listen, do you think it would be putting on the dog too much if I got finger bowls?
Dixie: Oh. Um -- just skip the bowls.
Opal: Yeah.
Dixie: You don't need them.
Opal: All right.
Dixie: Uh, Alice, I understand that you're from the South. I'm a Southerner myself. I'm from West Virginia.
Alice: I thought I detected a hint of an accent.
Dixie: Really?
Alice: Uh-huh.
Dixie: Hmm.
Tad: You know, I appreciate you going along with this. Adrian: Remember, I'm only doing this for Dixie.
Tad: Sure. After the wedding, you'll be right back to your charming self.

[Telephone rings]

Liza: Hi.
Adam: Hi.
Liza: Good news.
Adam: Well, I certainly can use it.
Liza: Why?
Adam: Oh, nothing. Just -- it's a business deal that didn't work out. What's the good news?
Liza: Oh. If Colby passes all of her tests, we get to go home tomorrow.
Adam: Tomorrow?
Liza: Mm-hmm. Isn't that wonderful?
Adam: It's great. That certainly is. Oh, yes, yes, yes.