Ryan: Ah. Ok. Yes, this is right. This is definitely right. I could carry you over the threshold for the next 50 years or so or something.
Gillian: Would you put me down, ok? I'm lightheaded as it is already.
Ryan: All right. You're lightheaded. You're not sleepy, are you?
Gillian: No. No, no, no. I loved staying up with you all night and watching the sun rise over the water. It's like a whole new start.
Ryan: It is. Starting today.
Gillian: Because of you. If you didn't come in last night, I don't know what would have happened.
Ryan: No, no, no, no. Let's not go there, ok? Nope, no regrets. No regrets because we're together. We're finally together. That's all that matters.
Gillian: Do you feel like you're in a trance? I don't even know what day it is.
Ryan: I know. I know. I mean, so much has happened. You know, first the party, and --
Gillian: Yeah. I couldn't believe how wild everybody got.
Ryan: Including us.
Gillian: Mm-hmm. No more hiding, no more pretending. It feels like I'm dreaming.
Ryan: Well, just in case, I -- I have a reality check in mind.

Tad: Hi, Ma. Ruth: Oh, hi, Tad, Darling. How are you? Did Dixie and the boys come over with you?
Tad: Well, Junior and Dixie did, but Jamie's going to stay at Brooke's.
Ruth: Oh. Well, I'm very glad you're here early because you're going to help me baste the bird.
Tad: Oh, Ma, I'm going to take a pass, ok? The last thing I feel like doing right now is playing with food. What have you medical types got for an upset stomach?
Ruth: What's wrong?
Tad: I think I got a touch of food poisoning.
Ruth: You mean from that thing on -- that party on the yacht?
Tad: Yeah, I think so.
Ruth: You know, we had patients pouring in and out of emergency all night long. They were all complaining of feeling sick from something they'd eaten on the boat.
Tad: Do you know what it was?
Ruth: Not yet, no.
Tad: You got anything?
Ruth: Yeah, yeah, I do. Listen, look behind -- right over there. Right there. That pink bottle.
Tad: Listen, I don't want you to worry about me, Mom, ok? Because I'm going to rally before dinner. I wouldn't miss your pumpkin pie for the world.
Ruth: Oh, my Lord, Tad. Oh. I think the turkey's almost done.
Tad: Let me ask you a question.
Ruth: Yeah, sure.
Tad: Can food poisoning make you delusional -- you know, like, make you imagine things?
Ruth: Not as far as I know.
Tad: That's what I was afraid of.

Dixie: Honey? What's going on with you?
Tad: I'm fine. Really.

David: What is it, Gordon?
Gordon: Maybe the end of both of our careers, that's all. How could you be so reckless?
David: All right, all right, come on. Get to the point. I'm very busy.

Joe: Gordon, are those the lab results we've been waiting for?
David: It's my fault. I take complete responsibility.
Joe: What? What is?
David: I commandeered Gordon here last night. I stopped by the lab when he was just about to start your blood work, and I told him to hold off. I have a surgical procedure this morning, and I needed some lab work done.
Joe: That is completely unacceptable.
David: I'm sorry, Joe.
Joe: That's not good enough. We had a dozen people come in last night from that party at the yacht. They were all displaying much the same symptoms. We need to get at the cause.
David: I understand, and I just didn't realize that Gordon was alone because of the holiday.
Joe: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, listen to me, Gordon. I want that blood work. I want it stat. Understand?
David: Don't worry, Joe. Gordon will come through for you. He never lets me down.
Joe: Now, you call me at my office. If I'm not there, you ca me at home, all right?
Gordon: Yes, Dr .Martin. Happy Thanksgiving.
Joe: Yes, you, too.

David: Breathe, Gordon. Everything's going to be fine.
Gordon: All you've done is delayed our execution. Dr. Martin wants to see that paperwork.
David: And he's going to get it, just as long as you remove any mention of Libidozone.
Gordon: I can't falsify patient records.
David: Let me explain something to you. Get in my office. What the hell happened here?

Dimitri: I'm sorry for the mess.
David: Dimitri?
Dimitri: I was looking for something.
David: Well, I'm here now. Maybe I can help you.
Dimitri: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe you can. Alex is missing. Do you happen to know where she is?

Dixie: What's wrong, Sweetie?
Tad: Nothing. I'm fine. I mean it.
Dixie: It wouldn't have anything to do with this, would it?
Tad: Oh. Oh, no, no, no. I woke up with an upset stomach, that's all. How about you?
Dixie: Well, I don't know. I was too busy making the cranberry sauce to notice, but, frankly, I could have slept all morning.
Tad: Well, whatever this is, it's probably a remnant from last night.
Dixie: Somebody spent a little too much time at the bar, hmm?
Tad: No, I didn't. All I had was that punch.
Dixie: Come here. Sit down. Let me feel your head. Come on. Well, you're warm, but you don't have a fever. You know, my stomach felt a little funny last night, too. I thought maybe it was just the tension.
Ruth: I'm afraid it was a little bit more than that, listening to the two of you talk.
Dixie: What do you mean?
Ruth: Well, we had people pouring into the emergency room all night long, claiming that they had had something to eat at that party and that it made them sick.
Dixie: Really?
Ruth: Yeah.
Dixie: Wow.
Well, we should tell Joe when he comes in that you're not feeling good.
Tad: No, I'll be fine.
Ruth: I'll tell you what. I'll leave the ice cream off the pie tonight just in case.
Tad: Terrific.
Dixie: Hey, do you need me to help you with anything else?
Ruth: Well, yeah. You could give me a little hand in the back there, ok?
Dixie: Ok, sure, sure.
Ruth: Here. Take this in case you need to baste the turkey.
Dixie: Ok.
Ruth: That's the important thing -- baste the turkey.
Dixie: Basting. All right. No problem.
Ruth: Thank you.
Dixie: I'll be back in a minute. I hope you feel better.
Tad: Yeah, so do I.
Dixie: We're ok, though, right? We made up, right?
Tad: Yeah, I know.
Dixie: We're back on track?
Tad: I know.
Dixie: Yeah? Give me a smooch? It's just been really horrible for me the last couple of weeks. I'm just so miserable when we're out of step.
Tad: Baby, I feel the same way. I mean, I feel like I can't do anything right when we're arguing.
Dixie: But it's over now, right? It was just like there was this big cloud, but it's gone.
Tad: Yeah, it's fine. Nothing but blue skies from now on.
Dixie: Ok. Oh, God, we have so much to be grateful for.
Tad: Yeah, Sweetie. Yeah, we do.

Junior: Hey, you guys.
Dixie: He you. Come here. Oh, I'm so happy I'm getting to spend Thanksgiving with my guys.
Tad: Oh, which reminds me. I forgot the camera. Stay right here. Don't move. Don't move.
Dixie: Nice, the camera.
Tad: The camera.
Dixie: My favorite.

Junior: Mom, how are things with you and Tad?
Dixie: They're ok. We're working everything out. I think things are going to be ok.
Junior: Good. Oh, and another thing -- is there going to be a kiddie table this year?
Dixie: No. Joe brought the dining room table into the living room, added all the leaves, so everybody's going to sit together.

Joe: Hello. Hello, hello, hello.
Junior: Hey, Joe.
Dixie: Hey, Joe.
Junior: W are you doing?
Dixie: Hi.
Joe: How are you, Sweetheart?
Dixie: Good, thank you.
Tad: Surprise!
Dixie: Oh, no. Stop with the camera. You're not going to catch me with a mouthful of turkey again this year, are you?
Tad: Fine. I'll wait for the pie.
Joe: Wait for your Mom. Where is she, by the way?
Dixie: Oh, she'll be back in a second.
Joe: She had to do all this work all by herself. I had a very early call at the hospital.
Tad: Yeah, Ma told us. Joe: I'll tell you, the emergency room was in quite an uproar. They think it was probably food poisoning, but a lot of those folks seemed to be acting drunk. Junior: You know, I'm going to go play some video games.
Dixie: Ok, you go ahead. I'll call you when dinner's ready.
Junior: All right.

Joe: How are you feeling?
Tad: My stomach's still rocky. Know what it is yet?
Joe: No, they haven't finished the blood work. But I really am curious to know what's behind it all.
Tad: Well, call me when they finish. I want to know. I had the worst dreams last night.
Dixie: You did?
Tad: Yeah.
Dixie: What did you dream about?
Tad: Nothing. I can't even remember. I just know I didn't like them. Listen, the guy with the firewood --
Joe: Mm-hmm.
Tad: Stopped by for the season. How much do I owe you?
Joe: 85 bucks. Tad: 85. Ah, damn. Dixie: Oh, now what? Tad: I forgot my wallet. Misplaced it. I couldn't find it anywhere this morning when I got up. Joe: I wouldn't worry about it. I'll just put it on your tab, which keeps on growing.
Dixie: Did you search the house?
Tad: Yeah, I searched everywhere. I searched the car. I searched the garage. I mean, it's a pain. I don't want to have to replace the credit cards. My favorite picture of you is in there. So I think we should get busy and take a new one. Come on, what do you say, Dad?
Dixie: Oh, please.
Tad: Come on, torture. We should all look so good. Stop whining. Come here. Come on, say, "Good morning."
Dixie: Cheese. Good morning.
Tad: Excellent.

Jake: Morning.
Tad: Hey. Wow, there's somebody who's not ready for a close-up.
Jake: No pictures, Tad.
Tad: I certainly hope Gillian's in a better mood than you are. Where is she? Is she still asleep?

Gillian: I love you so much, Ryan.
Ryan: I love you, too, Princess. Are you sleepy now?
Gillian: No. Are you? Because you can put your head right here and sleep if you want to.
Ryan: No. I never want to sleep again. I don't want to miss a single minute being with you. I don't. This is -- this is better than any dream that I could possibly ever have imagined.
Gillian: Well, aren't you in the business of selling dreams?
Ryan: Yeah, I got a little carried away with work. Lately I think I pretty much pulled one too many all-nighters this month.
Gillian: I'll have to change that.
Ryan: You know why I was working so hard, don't you? Because I didn't want to face the fact of how empty my life was without you.
Gillian: You mean how lost we both were.
Ryan: I am going to make sure that you never, ever, ever have to feel lost again. And, you know, all this hard work is going to pay off because when my company goes public, I can buy you absolutely anything that you want.
Gillian: I am so happy right now, Ryan.
Ryan: I still want to spoil you. I mean -- I don't know. I guess I just -- I never felt that I was worthy of your love when we first met, so --
Gillian: All I want is you, Ryan.
Ryan: Well, that's good because you're going to have me. You're just going to have me in a much nicer setting. How's that? You've got to admit this yacht is quite a bit nicer than that boathouse we used to sneak off to.
Gillian: You know what? I wouldn't mind if we were in a leaky raft because what we have -- no amount of money in the world can buy this.

David: I have no idea what happened to Alex.
Dimitri: She left Ryan's party without me and didn't come home. I haven't heard from her since.
David: Well, maybe she's been trying to reach you, Dimitri, while you've been here ransacking her office.
Dimitri: All of my calls are being forwarded to my cell phone. Now, I came here in hopes that she might have been called in for an emergency. No one at the nurses' station has heard from her.
David: Then she's obviously not here.
Dimitri: Did she say anything to you?
David: I'm not exactly her confidant, Dimitri.
Dimitri: Hayward, I don't know what has happened to my wife. That's why I came here -- to check her phone messages, to see if there was some memo she left, some indication of where she is.
David: Did you try the police?
Dimitri: Derek is aware of the situation.
David: Ok. Well, then did you and Alex have an argument last night on the yacht?
Dimitri: No. Why?
David: Well, you know Alex. Every time she gets her feelings hurt, she jumps on a plane to fly back to musty old England.
Dimitri: I checked the flights.
David: All right, look. I hate to suggest this, ok, but maybe Alex's cloak-and-dagger past caught up with her.
Dimitri: Whoa, Hayward. Don't you be coy with me. My wife is missing.
David: All right, look. I didn't -- I don't know if this is important or not -- I certainly didn't think much of it last night -- but I saw Alex on the deck with a man, ok? They seemed to know each other. Last I saw them, they were making their way towards the launch. I can't be sure if they left together or not.
Dimitri: What did he look like?
David: I don't know. I don't know. His back was to me. I didn't see him.
Dimitri: Did you hear anything?
David: No, Dimitri, I didn't. I'm sorry.
Dimitri: No, don't be sorry. This is the first news that I've had about Alex. Now, if you think of anything else, get in touch with me, all right?
David: Absolutely.

Gordon: What did you do to her?
David: What are you talking about?
Gordon: Come on. Everybody says that you and Dr. Marick couldn't stand each other.
David: Well, hospital gossip must get pretty stale by the time it makes its way to your lab, huh, Gordon? Dr. Marick and I have been working quite comfortably for months now.
Gordon: Right, until last night. Maybe she caught you slipping Libidozone into those people's drinks. She threatened you with exposure, and you silenced her.
David: Well, you have quite an imagination there, Gordon. Unfortunately, it's not a particularly useful trait as a lab technician. The truth is this -- I didn't even see Dr. Marick at the party last night.
Gordon: Really? But you just told her husband that you saw her talking to someone on deck.
David: I have more important things going on in my mind, ok? I wanted the man out of my office.
Gordon: Please. I'm smarter than that.
David: All right, ok. All right, look. Believe what you want, all right? But the truth is this -- Dr. Marick had more enemies than you could ever imagine. I would rank pretty low on the totem pole of suspects.
Gordon: Yeah? You know, you're laying the bricks for your own prison cell, Dr. Hayward.
David: What are you blabbering about?
Gordon: In 12 hours or so, when the police begin looking into Dr. Marick's disappearance, the first thing that they're going to do is tear that yacht apart, ok? And by this time tomorrow, they're going to know that there was so much Libidozone on that boat, it could have raised the Titanic.
David: That's a very creative metaphor, Gordon, but that's not going to happen if you alter the blood results.
Gordon: Wrong. Whatever you poured the drug into, the glasses that those people drank from -- it's all going to carry traces. Libidozone leaves a residue that even a police chemist could find.
David: I'm way ahead of you, Gordon. That's why I made sure that the catering staff washed all those glasses squeaky clean. They're probably sitting in a box in a warehouse right now. And as for the punch bowl, unless it has gills and fins, it's not going to make its way up to the surface from the deep blue. Trust me.
Gordon: What about the people that came into the ER.?
David: It's obvious that Dr. Martin believes that there was food poisoning. Let's leave it that way. We'll insist that they analyze the food on the menu.
Gordon: Don't say "we," please, ok? Because I don't want anything more to do with this.
David: No, no, no, no, no. Gordon, it's too late for that. Now, I suggest that you get to your work station and you start pressing the delete button on these results.
Gordon: And if I refuse?
David: I can press delete also, Gordon. Don't forget that.

Eugenia: Now, it says, "The first winter in Massachusetts took all the pilgrims by surprise. No one could --"
Edmund. You're here. Good.
Edmund: Don't let me interrupt your story.
Eugenia: I think they'd rather hear about turkey. Where have you been?
Edmund: Walking. Thinking.
Eugenia: Are you all right?
Edmund: Yes. Could I get a couple of minutes with the kids?
Eugenia: Yes, of course. Here.
Edmund: Thank you. Won't take long. Hi, guys. Hi. How is everybody? I have missed you so much. Yes, I have. Yes, I have. I have missed you so much. You know, Daddy's been a little crazy with work and other things, but I want you to know that I love you and I miss you. So, this is what I'm going to do. Why don't we take a plane somewhere to an island and we can go to the beach and we can play and make sand castles and we can play in the water -- just the four of us. How does that sound?
Dimitri: I only count three of you, Edmund. Who else are you planning to take on this vacation?

Tad: Is Gillian joining us for dinner or what?
Dixie: She's not sick, is she?
Jake: No, she's not sick.
Joe: Look, we can discuss Gillian later on. Right now we've got some work to be done. Could you take care of the candles and light them and all that?
Dixie: Oh, yeah.
Joe: Tad, the fireplace --
Jake: Dad -- Dad, please, please, all right? There's no sense in running from this. I want Tad and Dixie and Mom -- I want everybody to know what's going on here.
Dixie: Know what?
Ruth: What is it? What has happened?
Jake: Last night at the party when we were there, Gillian and I split up.
Tad: I don't believe this.
Dixie: Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry.
Tad: What the hell is wrong with that woman?
Ruth: Oh, Jake.
Jake: Tad, don't even start. I don't want to hear it.
Tad: I'm sorry, ok? Two days ago, she was going on about how much she loves you. Has she gone schizo or something?
Dixie: Honey.
Joe: Come on, Tad. Give him a chance to explain.
Jake: Tad, I know -- I think that Gillian still loves me, all right? But sometimes that just isn't enough I'm the one who walked out.
Tad: I don't believe it. If it was your decision, you wouldn't have that look on your face. She must have done something.
Jake: You know, I've been fooling myself with Gillian, ok? And I just couldn't go on doing it anymore. It just wasn't fair to either one of us.
Dixie: Are you sure?
Jake: Yes, Dix, I'm sure.
Dixie: It's just there was so much stuff going on the boat last night, you know? Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.
Jake: I'm afraid that it wasn't. They couldn't have made it any more clear if they'd tattooed it on my forehead.
Tad: "They." I should have known it. Ryan Lavery's involved in this, mark my words.
Dixie: Honey, don't.
Tad: I'm not surprised. He's been sniffing around Gillian ever since they got married.
Dixie: Tad, come on.
Ruth: Come on, stop it.
Jake: You know what, everybody? I've said all I'm going to say on this subject. This is a family holiday, all right? We got guests coming out here. I'm going to go upstairs, and I'm going to get myself presentable, ok?

Ryan: It's so frustrating for me. I guess it took me walking in and seeing you in bed with him. It just hit me, it just -- I don't know, I just kind of went crazy, and I just knew this is wrong, that you and I belong together.
Gillian: I'm so sorry that you had to see us like that.
Ryan: No, it's all right. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it because you and I are together -- finally -- and that's really the only thing that I care about.
Gillian: You know what? It's going to make some story to tell our grandkids one day -- how you swung into the room to save me like a pirate captain.
Ryan: Yeah, I guess that was kind of bold, huh? A little bold. Keeping in mood with the party.
Gillian: Yeah, you know, in Europe, we always had the craziest parties on ships.
Ryan: Well, now that the craziness is over and we're lying here awake, do you have any regrets?
Gillian: Only that I didn't break it to Jake weeks ago.
Ryan: So how do you want to handle this?
Gillian: Well, I first have to go over to the Martins' to get all my things.
Ryan: Ok. Well, I'll go with you, just, you know, for support in case --

[knock on door]

Ryan: You know what? I didn't think anybody else was here.
Ryan: Oh. Oh, hey.
Woman: Mr. Lavery. Sorry. Just dropping off the bill.
Ryan: Oh, I thought you guys left hours ago.
Woman: Well, it took us a little longer than we expected to get it all cleaned up.
Ryan: Yeah, right. Sorry about that. It kind of got a little crazy last night. Listen, I'm -- I'm a little bit out of it this morning, so do you mind if I just take care of this with you when I get back to the office? Is that cool?
Woman: That's fine, that's fine.
Ryan: Yeah? All right.
Woman: Just so you know, there is an extra charge on there for a missing punch bowl.
Ryan: Oh. Yeah, well, you know, I'm sure it's around here someplace.
Woman: No. We looked. It's gone.
Ryan: Oh, ok. Well, thank you. You did a great job.

Gillian: Why would anybody want to take a punch bowl? It's not worth anything.
Ryan: You know what? Who cares? I'm not going to waste any time worrying about a stupid punch bowl, especially when I have you in my bed.
Gillian: Will there be a launch to take me ashore out there?
Ryan: Yeah, I'll call one. I'll call one, I'll call one. I really wish you didn't have to leave. This has been the best night of my life. If it was up to me, we would be on this yacht forever.
Gillian: Maybe someday, but right now I have to go to the Martins'.
Ryan: Ok. Why don't I go with you because I don't want you to face, you know, all that on your own.
Gillian: No, no, it's ok, it's ok. I'm not planning on any confrontation, and I think Joe and Ruth will be at the hospital anyway.
Ryan: What about Jake?
Gillian: I'm sure that he won't be there.
Ryan: I just don't want him laying, you know, a guilt trip on you or something.
Gillian: No, he's an incredibly kind person. He would never do that.
Ryan: I know, I know, I know. Still, are you sure he's
not going to be there? Gillian: Yeah. At this time, I really doubt it. And even if he was, I'm just going to be in and out.
Ryan: You know what would be easier? Why don't you call them and just get them to pack your stuff up and ship it to you?
Gillian: Listen, I'm going to be in and out in five minutes. It's not a big deal, really.
Ryan: Ok, ok. I'll just stay on the porch, and I'll be a lookout for you.
Gillian: I'm not going to burglarize the place, ok? Now, let me go before I lose my nerve.
Ryan: You promise me you're going to be quick?
Gillian: I promise.
Ryan: I love you, Princess.
Gillian: I love you, too.

Tad: Hey, you guys, come on in.
Opal: Hey! Let's talk turkey.
Tad: Oh, Mama, you shouldn't have.
Joe: Goodness gracious. Did you all come together?
Opal: No, I ran into Tina on the sidewalk coming up.
Tad: Hi, Mom.
Opal: Oh, hello, Jake. Happy Thanksgiving.
Jake: Well, thank you. Hello, everyone.
Ruth: Your timing is absolutely perfect. We're just getting ready to sit down.
Opal: Well, here is my marshmallow Jell-O mold.
Ruth: Thank you.
Opal: Mmm. Now, don't expect me to eat too much of it. I kind of overdid it last night.
Ruth: Oh, really? Were you at that party on the yacht?
Opal: Oh, you betcha.
Joe: A lot of people got sick at that party. Was your stomach upset?
Opal: No, not that I noticed, and I ate just about everything but the centerpiece.
Becca: I have never seen someone put away that much, not since the pancake breakfast at the Pigeon Hollow firehouse.
Opal: Well, I don't know what came over me last night, I'll admit.
Ruth: It probably was all that beautiful, fresh ocean air.
Opal: Must be.
Ruth: I'm going to put this away.
Opal: All righty.

. Tad: You look better.
Jake: Thanks.
Tad: Listen, I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry about what I said in the kitchen.
Jake: Well, believe it or not, I like having my big brother stick up for me. Just I didn't need it this time.

Opal: That's a beautiful arrangement. Wasn't it nice of him to send that over?
Joe: Have you heard from Adrian
Tina: Oh, yes. I spoke to him this morning. He sends everyone his love, and his father is feeling a little bit better.
Joe: Oh, good. Good.
Opal: Well, I'm glad he reached you. I talked to him last night, and he was having trouble tracking you down.
Ruth: Well, I think the turkey is ready to carve. So why don't we all sit down.
Opal: All righty.
Ruth: We're all going to be together this year. Take your places. Right here. Here you are.
Becca: Thank you. Oh, thanks.
Joe: Before we carve the bird, I thought it might be nice if we went around the table and everybody shared something they have to be grateful for.
Dixie: Aw.
Junior: I'm grateful we don't always have to make a speech before we eat.
Dixie: Well, I like it, and I think we might end up doing it every night now.
Joe: Tad, why don't you begin.
Tad: Absolutely. I'll show you how it's done. Dixie: Listen to the big man. Tad: I -- I am -- I am most grateful for the people in my life -- for my boys, both of them, and for my brothers, including the one who isn't here, and my father, and both my mothers.
Opal: Hmm. Took two of us to keep you out of trouble.
Ruth: Amen.
Tad: Thank you for sharing. Thank you very much. I wasn't done. Can I go on now? But most importantly -- most importantly, I am very grateful for my beautiful wife, who deserves a lot better, but I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure she isn't sorry she married me.

Gordon: Are you threatening me, Dr. Hayward?
David: I'm just pointing out the obvious, Gordon. If you don't fix these results and remove any mention of Libidozone, we're both going to jail. Now, that would be a great loss to this hospital and to the medical community at large, don't you think?
Gordon: Who are you kidding? You would face far more serious charges than I would.
David: Well, that may be the case, Gordon, but I am much more wealthy than you are. I'll have better lawyers. At the very least, you'll lose your job and you'll be blackballed from your profession. You're one stupid mistake from bagging fries at a drive-through restaurant.
Gordon: Ok, all right. I'll alter the test results and the computer records.
David: Good.
Gordon: On one condition.
David: You're in no position to bargain with me, Gordon. But what is it you want?
Gordon: For you to come clean about Dr. Marick.
David: There is nothing for me to tell you. I have no idea what happened to Alex.
Gordon: Something happened.
David: Not necessarily. This is her pattern, all right? One moment she's totally committed, totally focused. The next minute she's disappearing without any notice at all, leaving me to pick up the slack. She'll pop up, all right? Unfortunately, she always does.
Gordon: You swear that you didn't hurt her?
David: Absolutely. Where Dr. Marick is concerned, my hands are totally clean.

Edmund: Dimitri, thank you for doing the math. Peggy's going to join us for a few days, if that's all right with you. Do you have a problem with that?
Dimitri: No. No. I hope Sam and Maddie have a wonderful time. Eugenia?
Eugenia: Yes?
Dimitri: Could you take the kids into the dining room to get them started? I want to talk with Edmund for a moment.
Eugenia: Yes, yes, of course. Come along. Come along, my little ones. Come along, my loves. You can't believe the wonderful treats that we have ready for you in the dining room.

Edmund: Well, you've approved my vacation plan. You want to tell me what's going on?
Dimitri: Alex is missing.
Edmund: What do you mean, she's missing?
Dimitri: She left the party without me. I haven't seen her since -- no phone calls, no messages, nothing.
Edmund: Maybe she's at the hospital.
Dimitri: No, I just came from there. She hadn't checked in. David Hayward said he saw her speaking with a man on the yacht last night. They walked off together towards the launch area.
Edmund: What man? What did he look like?
Dimitri: Hayward didn't get a look at him, but he implied that Alex's mother or one of her cohorts might be behind this.
Edmund: All right. I'll check with Scotland Yard.
Dimitri: I've done that. Charlotte's still safely locked away.
Edmund: And her organization?
Dimitri: Completely dismantled, as far as I know.
Edmund: Have you checked the grounds, the stable?
Dimitri: Yeah.
Edmund: Is her car still here?
Dimitri: Yeah.
Edmund: The shelter. She does volunteer work sometimes.
Dimitri: Edmund, she wouldn't go to the shelter in the middle of the night.
Edmund: Well, I assume you called the police?
Dimitri: They have to wait till 24 hours has elapsed.
Edmund: Well, we don't have to wait that long. All right, let's take two cars. We'll cover more ground that way, all right?
Dimitri: Before we rush off, Edmund, why don't you tell me where you were last night after the party.
Edmund: I was here. Why?
Dimitri: This is the first place I checked, Edmund. Peggy hadn't seen her, and she had no idea where you were.
Edmund: I didn't say I was in bed. I was walking the grounds.
Dimitri: All night long?
Edmund: Yeah. Look, this place is still mine. Until this sale of yours goes through, I can walk it as long as I like. Oh, I see. You think I did something to Alex.

David: Dixie?
Dixie: David, Tad cheated on me. I threw him out of the house. I need you. I need you so much.

Ryan: Oh, I apologize. I apologize. I -- believe it or not, I forgot what day it was. Yeah. No, I can have those papers on your desk tomorrow morning by 10:00. Great. Great. I appreciate that. No, no, no, no, no. I have to move quickly on this. Well, because I'm trying to impress somebody. Somebody that I -- somebody that I love very much.

Opal: No, I swear, you can cook it like that, as long as you cover it with foil, of course.
Dixie: No.
Opal: But, I mean, the turkey doesn't turn out nearly as tender as yours, Ruth. But you know, it'll do the job in a pinch.
Joe: Do you close the hood?
Opal: Well, of course you close the hood.
Petey: And you just leave the car running?
Opal: Just leave it running.
Dixie: And how are things at the Chicken Shack?
Opal: Well, that was just scrumptious. Ruthie, I don't think I could eat another morsel.
Ruth: Oh, please, do not say that. I have three different kinds of pie.

[Doorbell rings]

Ruth: Who in the world could that be?
Tad: I want pie. I think this is -- I think it's about time the men adjourn to watch football.
Dixie: Oh.
Junior: Or play some soccer.
Petey: Yeah!
Joe: I think it's time for the men to make room on this table.
Dixie: Yay.
Tad: Here we go.

Ruth: Oh, Tad, whoo-hoo? Tad, there's somebody on the porch who wants to see you.
Tad: Ok. It's fine. It's probably somebody at work tracking me down on a holiday. I'll be right back.
Ruth: So, who's for pie? All: I am!

Leslie: Tad, hi. You must have dropped this. Well, I think I deserve a little reward for returning it.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Hayley: I strangled her to death.
Adam: You don't have it in you to be that vicious.
Hayley: Well, I thought that, too, Dad, but I was wrong.

Ryan: Wrong about what?

Gillian: I'll just go.
Jake: There's something I want to tell you first.

Dixie: Come on in. What harm could a little piece of pie do?