Alex: You'll have to forgive me, gentlemen. I'm rather shaken by this announcement.
Jack: Well, Dimitri did like his surprises.
Alex: This makes absolutely no sense.

[Intercom buzzes]

Clive: Yes, Biddy? I'm in the middle of something. Very well. I apologize for the intrusion, but I've been summoned to chambers.
Edmund: Well, what about the codicil to my brother's will?
Clive: Oh, Mr. Montgomery can explain the particulars.
Jack: Thank you.
Clive: Alex, dear, forgive my running out. I hope that you'll appreciate Dimitri's gesture in the spirit in which it was intended.
Alex: Thank you.
Jack: Look, Alex, I know this comes as a great shock to you, but there's no way that I could say anything because Dimitri held me to client-lawyer confidentiality.
Alex: But we didn't have any secrets from each other. I knew exactly what he was feeling those last few weeks. He must have been delirious to go behind my back like that.
Jack: No, no, his mind was clear and focused.
Alex: I'm sorry, Jackson, but I don't believe you.
Jack: I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you'll believe Dr. Silbert. He evaluated Dimitri, and he was there to witness his signature.
Alex: Silbert was in on this?
Edmund: It's a little bit different when you're the one left guessing, isn't it?
Alex: You're rather smug, aren't you?
Edmund: Well, I did know about the amending of the will. That's why I asked Jack to be here.
Alex: Oh. This must have been very satisfying, setting me up for an ambush.
Edmund: Well, if you're going to push me, I'm going to have to agree with you. But the truth is I don't know what's in that codicil.
Jack: No, he does not know because what's in there was very personal and very intense for Dimitri.
Alex: And life-changing, apparently.
Jack: Inevitably.
Alex: All right. Go ahead.
Jack: During the duration of his illness, Dimitri sold off a great deal of Marick industries. He sold it to various corporations and consortiums. Now, these sales netted millions, which were placed in an interest-bearing trust. The disbursement of this fund is addressed in this codicil.
Edmund: Go on.
Jack: It was Dimitri's wish that a medical foundation be established. Its purpose, its mission statement, if you will, was to research causes and develop cures for rare diseases.
Edmund: Rare diseases? Jack, that's a little vague. Is that what it says?
Jack: Well, the actual language is a little more specific and encompasses a variety of illnesses, most of them terminal -- ailments so rare that they're often passed over when it comes to funding for research.
Alex: Dimitri's illness -- that fell into that category.
Jack: That's right.
Alex: This isn't what I expected at all. I mean, this is exciting news. A foundation like that could save so many lives. Why would he feel that he had to keep that from me?
Jack: I believe he felt that you may oppose his choice to head up this foundation.
Alex: Oh, Edmund.
Jack: No. You.

Adam: How did things go at the studio?
Liza: Oh, you know, the usual. Budget battles and affiliate meetings.
Oh, but, you know, we have a new show in development.
Adam: Mm-hmm.
Liza: Yeah. I'm going to preview some segments on "The Cutting Edge." We're going to spot style and trendsetting for the new millennium. You know, guess who Ryan suggested I should hire as the host.
Adam: Mm-hmm.
Liza: Adam?
Adam: Oh. Uh, what?
Liza: Don't ask me about my day and then ignore me.
Adam: Oh, I'm sorry, darling. What were you saying?
Liza: No, I'm mad at you. I'm not talking to you now.
Adam: Well, you won't be so cool when you realize what I was thinking about, what I'm planning.
Liza: Oh, thinking, planning? Planning or plotting?
Adam: What time is Jake bringing Colby back?
Liza: We didn't determine it. Why?
Adam: How would you like to go away for the weekend?
Liza: You and me?
Adam: You and me and Colby and Junior. The place is going to be a mess. The contractor's coming in. He's starting work on my safe room.
Liza: I can't believe that you are honestly going to build a bunker.
Adam: Well, it's strictly precautionary.
Liza: Why? Because you have so many enemies?
Adam: Because I love my family and I want them to be safe, no matter what. We'll be invulnerable in there.
Liza: Oh, honestly.
Adam: Come on, humor me. Run away with me to the coast of New Hampshire. It's a country inn -- a converted barn, actually. The locals say Robert Frost stayed there once upon a time.
Liza: Really?
Adam: Mm-hmm. Really. We can go for walks on the beach with the family, enjoy the fall colors. This will be really our first real outing we've had as a family.
Liza: Well, it sounds like you've given it some thought.
Adam: Well, just I happened to look at the calendar, noticed we had some free time this weekend. Why shouldn't we -- why shouldn't we just do an impromptu visit and race up the coast?
Liza: Oh, because Adam doesn't do impromptu. He does premeditated.
Adam: Hmm. Well, why must you always look on the dark side?
Liza: Oh, because you're a repeat offender.
Adam: Really, Liza, that's -- your lack of faith is less than inspiring.
Liza: I'm sorry. Going on a weekend with Colby and Junior would be lovely.
Adam: But --
Liza: But I doubt Tad and Dixie are going to approve on such short notice.
Adam: Tad can go straight to hell in a hand bucket, for all I care. Dixie and I decide what's best for our son.

Dixie: Let me see. This can't be happening. Junior wouldn't run away. He wouldn't leave us. He wouldn't leave Jamie.
Tad: He's not running from us. He's running from Adam.
Dixie: Maybe he's still here.
Tad: Do me a favor -- go check his room, ok?
Dixie: You call the police.
Tad: Ok, well, first I'm going to find out what Adam knows about this.
Tad: Yeah, hi, is this Chandler Industries? Good. Put Adam on the phone. It's urgent.

Erica: Door's open!
David: So far so good.
Erica: You can just leave the towels right there on the bed, please, and your tip is on the dresser.

[Erica gasps]

Erica: Well, you're not room service.
David: That depends on what the lady ordered.
Erica: Well, David. Imagine, coming all the way to New York just to see me.
David: I was here
on business. Erica: And you just happened to be in the neighborhood. Of course. Well? How about an apology?
David: I guess that depends on if I choose to accept yours.
Erica: What do I have to be sorry for?
David: Oh, we could start with your appalling manners.
Erica: My manners?
David: Mm-hmm.
Erica: What did I do, David? Did I forget to put the top back on your toothpaste?
David: You left Pine Valley without saying good-bye. I had no idea where you were.
Erica: Well, thanks to you, I had no idea that Dimitri was still alive.
David: Dimitri rallied briefly, and then he was gone.
Erica: And you could have told me. You know how important he was --
David: Oh, of course I know how important he is to you, Erica. You never cease to remind me.
Erica: Did you keep me from him out of jealousy?
David: No one but immediate family had access.
Erica: I'm immediate family.
David: Ex-wives doesn't count.
Erica: Oh, really? Oh, who made that judgment, you? David, you know that you could have sneaked me in. You could've bent the rules.
David: Oh, that's right. I forgot. Of course. Rules don't apply for Erica Kane.
Erica: Oh, look who's talking. Sneaking into my hotel room on false pretenses? And how did you find me?
David: I told your assistant it was a medical emergency. He said you were here in New York for the spring fashions.
Erica: Alberto and I are going to the opera tonight.
David: What are you seeing?
Erica: "Turandot" -- the opera we had tickets for.
David: And the role that you were born to play -- the cold, unfeeling Principessa, leading her suitors like lambs to the slaughter.
Erica: Oh, would that art truly imitated life. Excuse me. I really do need to finish getting dressed, and you know the way out.

David: Alberto.
David: Donald? Don, all right. Cut the phony Chinese houseboy act, ok? I know it's you. Do you know who this is? All right, well, think back. My mother's closet? The poisoned pate? Your death scene? Well, I'm flattered that you remembered, Donald. So, when did you get out of Oak haven? Uh-huh. You taking your medication? Good, good. All right, well, listen to me. The reason why I'm calling you is that I'm here in the big apple and I have an offer that you can't refuse.

Tad: Adam's already left for the day.
Dixie: Did you call him at home?
Tad: I did. He's not picking up.
Dixie: Ok. Well, his t-shirts are gone, his backpack is gone, his favorite jeans are gone, and I found this.
Tad: What? What the hell is this?
Dixie: It's Winchester. You know, the private, ivy-league boarding school? Plus there's an orientation packet, brochures -- and check this out.
Tad: What the hell is Junior doing wearing the school's jersey?
Dixie: Three guesses, first two don't count.
Tad: Adam?
Dixie: You know what he said -- Junior said in the note -- how he's afraid nobody can stop his dad? Honestly, Adam has been trying to ship him off to a private boarding school without telling us.
Tad: All right, that does it. I want you to do me a favor, ok? I want you to stay here and man the phone just in case he calls or, God willing, comes home.
Dixie: Where are you going?
Tad: Where do you think? I'm going to find Adam and tear his head off.

Jack: Dimitri named you as foundation director. Edmund and I will serve as trustees on the board.
Alex: But I'm not an administrator. I hate paperwork.
Alex: I mean, this is an incredible bequest. It means that my husband may have given up on himself but he didn't give up on the future. Well, if this really was his last wish, can't really be a coward about it, can I? Not when he went through so much. Well, I suppose I can act as the figurehead. I can sign off on research grants or go to annual meetings. It's not too much to ask.
Jack: Well, I'm afraid you won't get off quite that easily. You see, as director, you'll be in charge of research -- hands-on. Now, the foundation will be centered at Pine Valley hospital.
Alex: I'm never going back there.
Jack: Well, of course I can't force you, but it was Dimitri's dying wish.
Alex: It can't be.

David: All right, that's everything. Listen, make sure that you have all the items that I requested delivered immediately, ok, to the royal plaza hotel. Just wait downstairs in the lobby. I'll have somebody to come down there and meet you. Oh, and another thing -- you bring this stuff here in 10 minutes, I'll tack on a $100 tip. Ok, great. Thanks.

David: It's all right, Donald. You're perfectly safe. Thank you for being so prompt.
Donald: Like I had a choice?
David: Oh, we all have choices, Donald boy. That's what life is all about. But you make the wrong ones, you suffer the consequences. Like trying to sabotage Erica Kane -- now, that was definitely the wrong choice.
Donald: The doctor at Oak Haven said I had some unresolved issues with my mother.
David: Hmm. Haven't we all.
Donald: Mm-hmm. He said that ripping apart celebrities' personalities kept me from acting out on my subconscious desires to strangle Miriam.
David: Hmm. Interesting theory.
Donald: Yeah, so in this new book that I'm writing about the Dalai Lama, I'm trying to keep my criticism constructive -- you know, accentuate the positive, downplay the negative. You know.
David: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, you definitely lost your edge, Donald boy. Hopefully you didn't lose your sense of humor because I'm going to need you to help me to pull off a practical joke.
Donald: Who's the joke on?
David: Your favorite subject -- Erica Kane.
Donald: No, no, no. No, no, no. No way.
David: Wait, wait, Donald --
Donald: Find yourself another boy.
David: Donald, Donald, hear me out, ok? I'm giving you a chance to purge yourself of your guilt, to do right by Ms. Kane.
Donald: No, buddy. No can do.
David: Ok, I'm sorry to hear that. I guess I'll just have to find another actor to play the part.
Donald: Part? What part?
David: Oh, what do you care? You're not interested, right? I'll just call actors' equity. They'll send somebody over. I mean, I'm not paying anything, but the chance to play opposite ms. Kane -- now that -- that's a highlight on anybody's resume.
Donald: Wait a minute. Wait. Why me?
David: "Why me?" He asks. Because that death scene you played when you thought you were poisoned -- remarkable. Your reality became my reality.
Donald: Wait a minute. You really thought so, huh? You didn't think I was too over-the-top?
David: Donald, you broke my heart. Every time I look at that tape, you get me right here.
Donald: Wow. Wow. I mean, I didn't even know I was that good, huh?
David: Mm-hmm.
Donald: All right. So, what do I have to do, exactly?
David: Only that which comes naturally to you, Donny boy.
Donald: Oh, boy.

Alex: I can't take this position. It's a full-time job in a field that I've chosen to leave. I mean, Dimitri knew that. He knew my reasons. I wasn't even going to take his case.
Edmund: That sounds like vintage Dimitri. You know, he's still calling the shots even from beyond the grave.
Alex: He wasn't like that.
Edmund: Oh, yes, he was. You may have loved him, but I knew my brother.
Alex: He wouldn't wish something for me that I didn't want for myself.
Edmund: He just did, Alex. Jack, this is pattern. Back me up here. He just strong-armed his way through life.
Jack: Dimitri liked to live by his own rules, and he also liked to make sure that everybody else lived by those rules if he could.
Alex: That might have been your experience of him, but I watched a man struggle with a disease that gave no quarter. He fought, yes, but he also accepted. Ultimately, perhaps, on his own terms. But either way, he knew he'd lost.
Edmund: Alex, open up your eyes. He always had a plan B. He always had -- he had that codicil.
Jack: You know, it's my experience that bequests like this are an attempt by the dying to somehow stay connected to life.
Alex: He will always be connected to me, with or without a codicil.
Edmund: You're fighting a losing battle, Alex. I know what you're feeling. You're feeling him pulling at your heartstrings, and it's maddening because if you defy his last wish, you're disrespecting his memory. You know, I don't think you knew what it was like to be me for the last few months, but I think now you have a clue.
Alex: Hmm.
Edmund: I think you do. Dimitri chose my role, and now he's chosen yours. Now, is it cruel, or is it kind? That's up for you to decide.
Clive: I'm sorry for the interruption. Alex, has everything been explained to your satisfaction?
Alex: You could say that.
Clive: Well, there's just one more detail before we adjourn. Dimitri was a member of the Squire's Club here in London. They need someone to go around to his rooms to collect his belongings.
Edmund and Alex: I'll go.
Alex: Do what you can to get me out of this.
Jack: I'll do whatever I can.
Alex: Thank you. I appreciate it.

Adam: Thank you. Well, we're booked at the Bitter Grove Inn. There's a sleigh bed and a fireplace in the bedroom, Jacuzzi bathtub, a genuine Shaker crib for Colby, and Junior in the next bedroom.
Liza: Well, before you start packing, I'd get Dixie's approval first.
Adam: Oh, there's plenty of time for that.
Liza: Why? Why wait?
Adam: Why wait? Because we have the house all to ourselves, and, privacy being at a premium these days, I suggest we make the most of it.
Liza: Mmm.

Tad: Here.
Liza: What?
Tad: He's gone. You happy now?
Liza: Tad --
Tad: What'd you say?
Liza: What are you doing?
Tad: What'd you do? What the hell have you done to Junior
Liza: Tad, what are you doing?
Tad: What the hell is wrong with you?
Liza: What are you doing?
Adam: Get your hands off me!
Liza: What are you doing? What's going on?
Tad: I swear to God, you are going to answer for what you did to that boy.
Liza: What?
Adam: What am I supposed to have do?
Liza: What did he do? What did he do?
Tad: Go ahead. You want to tell her, or should I?
Liza: Tell me. Would somebody tell me.
Adam: I don't know what the hell he's talking about!
Tad: Junior's run away!
Liza: What?
Adam: What? How do you know?
Tad: "Dear Tad, mom always says I can go to you if I'm ever in trouble, only this time I can't because nobody can stop my dad. So I've got to go for a while. Take care of mom and don't let her get upset. Love, Junior."
Liza: What does he mean, no one can stop his dad? What does that mean? Tad?
Tad: Well, go on, Adam. Going to tell your wife about your plans for Junior's education? Hmm? Here, take a look. "Welcome to Winchesterrep, where tradition and learning go hand in hand."
Liza: Winchester Prep?
Tad: Where they mold young minds to fit the future. Right, Adam?
Adam: It happens to be one of the best schools in the country.
Tad: It's a country club where rich kids get sent by their parents because they don't want to spend time with them! But that's not the point, is it?
Adam: What is the point?
Tad: You went behind our backs intentionally to try to send him away to some -- some prep school ivory tower in the middle of New Hampshire!
Adam: Junior and I discussed some educational alternatives.
Tad: No, no, no. You did a hell of a lot more than that, didn't you? You bullied. He bolted. What I want to know is how you could possibly be so insensitive. He's happy here, Adam. He loves it. He loves his school, his friends, his teacher. He's finally got a spot on the soccer team.
Adam: A team that's not even ranked.
Tad: Who cares? It's just a bunch of little kids having fun! What's wrong with you? Don't you know your own boy? He doesn't want to be a star, Adam. He just wants to be one of the gang.
Adam: All I did was suggest that he might be happier at a school where he might have something in common with his peers!
Tad: Adam, Adam, look, see, this -- this isn't a suggestion. This is coercion. And it's too much for a little boy who's already bending over backwards, trying to make his father proud of him. Don't you understand? He couldn't face you. He couldn't face disappointing you and he couldn't face leaving his friends and his family, so he ran away.
Adam: It just doesn't make any sense.
Tad: Well, it makes perfect sense to me. But then again, I know what it means to be afraid of your father.
Adam: Junior is not afraid of me.
Tad: Oh, the hell he isn't. Maybe you never raised your hands to him, but trust me, Adam, this is just as effective.
Adam: If I were Junior's age, I would jump at the chance to go to a school like Winchester.
Tad: Yeah, that's the problem. Don't you get it? He's afraid, Adam. He's afraid you're going to drive him into the ground, turning him into something he's not. He's scared he's going to become you someday.
Adam: Well, he's sure as hell not going to become you. I'm his father, and don't you forget it.
Tad: You are an insensitive, egomaniacal idiot, and I'm twice the father you'll ever be. Your son chose to leave the safety of his home and his family, and you're the one that drove him to it. He's not hiding out, Adam. He's not under the bed, and he's not under the basement. He's gone. And for your sake, you'd better hope we find him.

Man: The membership of the Squire's Club regrets Mr. Marick's passing. He was a very fine gentleman.
Alex: Thank you, Mr. Harryhausen. He was.
Mr. Harryhausen: Take as long as you want packing up his things. I'll be happy to send them on to the states -- postage paid, of course, out of respect.
Alex: Thank you. You're very kind.

Alex: Oh. Oh, that's still there. Hmm.
Edmund: What are you talking about?
Alex: Oh, it's the wisteria. It's still there. This past spring, it had so many flowers. It was just beautiful. Dimitri liked to stand here and look at it. He said it was a pale imitation of the one that grows up the side of the hunting lodge, though. Apparently that one puts out so many blooms, it's like a wall of lavender.
Edmund: Well, he's right. You'll see for yourself next spring.
Alex: I think he changed his will to keep me in Pine Valley so that you and I would keep our promise to look after each other.
Edmund: Yeah. Well, I released you from your promise.
Alex: Yes, I know. And likewise. We're free and clear. I'll go back to Pine Valley, but only for a short time, till Jackson can sort this whole thing out.
Edmund: What about Dimitri's dying wish?
Alex: If he doesn't like it, he'll have to haunt me.
Edmund: What's the last thing you think about when you turn out the light? When you've dog-eared a page and you've pulled up the covers and you realize, like Dimitri, you don't have all the time in the world -- I mean, what do you -- what do you do? Do you turn the light back on? Do you sit up? You open the book and try to read, get to the last page of the last book that you'll ever read?
Alex: When you get back there, will you tell Gillian and Eugenia that I'm staying at the Valley Inn?
Edmund: No. No, that's a mistake. I'm not going to let you do that.

David: No, no, no. No, don't put me on hold. I'm a doctor. Now, please have the hotel manager report to the third floor immediately. It's a medical emergency. Thank you. Well, it's about time. Did you tip the delivery boy?
Donald: Yeah, the whole hundred.
David: Oh, you didn't take a tip?
Donald: Just because I'm a writer, don't assume I'm without ethics.
David: Well, looks like we have everything here to pull this sucker off.
Donald: Wait a minute. You promised me a special prop, and I'm not going to go on without it.
David: It's not bad enough I have one diva to placate. Here it is.
Donald: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hamlet had his skull, Annie got her gun, and now I've got --
David: All right, save it for the third act. You know your lines.
Donald: Yeah, know them cold, but it'd help to know my motivation.
David: Motivation?
Donald: Yeah, what am I doing here? You know, Brando when he did "Streetcar," he didn't act Stanley, he lived Stanley. "Stella!"
David: All right, you live this. You muck up this job and you're back at Oak Haven before you can say "curtain up."
Donald: Oh, please. Come on, if anything, I am a trooper. Ask Miss Hannah.
David: Who's Miss Hannah?
Donald: Miss Hannah was my high school drama teacher. You know, in a move that can only be called bold, she cast me as Ophelia in the Rutger Hauer High's production of "Hamlet." Oh, man. You know, it was an all-boys school and I had a little bit of a thin build and, you know, I also had very sensitive skin, and the costume was made out of muslin.
David: Hmm.
Donald: So I broke out in hives every night. I mean, not to mention the fact that the girdle chafed. It was very, very --
David: All right, all right, all right. You know, this is a lot more than I care to know, ok? Do me a favor, will you?
Donald: Uh-huh.
David: Just take these, go in the stairwell, and wait for your cue. Ok, Ophelia?
Donald: [British accent] yes, my lord! I have remembrances of the things that I've longed to tell you!

Man: Doctor?
David: Yes, hi. Do you run this hotel?
Man: I'm the manager.
David: Oh, ok. Well, I regret to inform you that we're in a crisis situation here. You're going to have to mobilize your staff and evacuate this entire floor.
Manager: The whole floor?
David: Yes, I'm afraid so. Everything except for this one room, which I've placed under quarantine.
Manager: Is this some sort of joke?
David: Was the bubonic plague a joke? Was the flu epidemic of 1918 a joke? We're dealing with a deadly virus here. But don't take my word for it. Watson! Perhaps you'll believe a representative from the MCDC.
Manager: The MCDC?
David: The Manhattan Center for Disease Control.
Manager: Oh. Ooh. David: You might want to put this on. It really could save your life.
Manager: It's that serious?
David: Oh, it's bad. It's very, very bad.
Manager: How bad?
Donald: Dateline -- 1973, Chicago. Legionnaires succumb to mystery airborne virus.
Manager: Legionnaires? Now, see here, my hotel does not cater to conventioneers. Although we made an allowance that one time for the Sons of the Desert.
David: If we act swiftly, we have a good chance of containing the virus, hopefully isolating it to this one room.
Donald: Yeah, we're going to have to evacuate this entire floor. This virus is nothing to sneeze at.
Manager: It won't be easy finding rooms for this whole floor!
Donald: Discovering penicillin wasn't easy, pal. All right, actually what happened is it was sort of an accident. You see, Pasteur took this little petri dish, he put it up on a counter, and --
David: You know, we really should begin evacuation proceedings immediately.
Manager: Well, I don't want to cause a panic. Not to mention the negative publicity.
David: Do the whites of his eyes look yellow to you?
Donald: My gosh. My goodness. Oh, yes, yes, yes. That's puce. Boy, that's the second to the last stage of a lethal virus I haven't seen since med school. That's the -- that's the Galloping Gabloots.
David: Well, he really should be tested. Call the hospital.
Donald: Oh, no, we don't have to do that. I can do the blood work up right here. Wouldn't be any problem at all. I'll just --
Manager: I'll just call Donald Trump. He owes me a favor.
David: "Galloping Gabloots"?
Donald: Yeah, what can I tell you? I just love Lucy.

Adam: I'm just trying to plan for my son's future. How could I possibly know he'd react this negatively?
Tad: Apparently negative reactions are what you're all about. Has he called?
Dixie: No. I have Becca waiting at home just in case, though. I stopped by Brooke's house to talk to Jamie, but nobody's home.
Adam: Junior's very smart. Before he gets too far, he'll realize that we can talk this out.
Dixie: Talk out? When were you going to talk to me, Adam? When were you going to ask my permission to send our son to a private boarding school three states away? When were you going to run a life-changing decision by the mother of your child? When it was too late? When it was all said and done? You know, this is the same old Adam.
Adam: You can yell at me later, all right? I've got to find -- get hold of my security people.
Dixie: Don't you dare. Don't you dare call anybody right now. This is your fault he ran away. Now you're going to call your storm troopers and have them run after him and scare him even more?
Adam: Dixie, believe me, I swear to you, he was excited about this opportunity.
Dixie: Oh, yeah, so excited he ran away.
Tad: Adam, do us a favor, ok? Don't move. Don't do anything. He's only going to keep running if he knows you're after him.
[To Liza]
Try to keep your husband away from me and my family.

Alex: I beg your pardon?
Edmund: I don't want you staying at the Valley Inn. You should stay at Wildwind or the hunting lodge.
Alex: Oh, you can't be serious.
Edmund: No, I am serious. You're Dimitri's widow. And besides, Eugenia and Gillian -- you'd hurt them if you distanced yourself.
Alex: I have no intention of distancing myself from them. Oh, it's just such an awkward situation.
Edmund: Well, it's going to be more awkward if you stay at the Valley Inn. Look, just make the best of it. You're family, ok?
Alex: Whether you like it or not.
Edmund: Yeah, whether we like it or not.
Alex: Well, that'll be a neat trick if we can pull it off.
Edmund: Look, the point is Dimitri -- Dimitri is going to be very missed by Eugenia and Gillian, and they need you, ok? They do. I don't know why, but they do. They lost a lot of money, and maybe the will's going to restore that, but nothing is going to make up for their loss. So -- I will try to stay out of your way.
Alex: I'll stay at the hunting lodge. Let's do this.
Edmund: He was -- he was as happy as I've seen him in this picture.
Alex: Was a happy day. The minister must have thought we were both daft. Dimitri just kept babbling on and on like a lovesick idiot. And then when it came time for him to kiss me, he forgot all about it.
Alex: Sorry.
Edmund: That's all we do is apologize to each other.
Alex: Yeah. I'm going to take these things, if that's all right with you.
Edmund: Yeah.
Alex: You can do whatever you like with the rest of it. And about the hunting lodge -- I am not going to be there very long. Just really until Jackson can work things out for me and get someone else to run the foundation.
Edmund: It's your life.
Alex: Yes, it is. Oh, I'm so jet-lagged. I'm going to go back to the hotel and rest.
Edmund: Alex, wait a minute. You -- ahem. You've had a long day, and so have I. We're both whipped. Why don't you just come back with me and Jack on Dimitri's jet.
Alex: No. I'll never set foot on that plane again.

Liza: You really are something.
Adam: Tad martin -- he has some nerve, storming into my house, blaming me for junior running away.
Liza: Tad was right. This was no impromptu weekend. It was not a last-minute family outing, Adam. There was nothing last-minute about it. You were going to take that boy up to new Hampshire, and you were going to put him in that school without letting tad and Dixie know about it. Who the hell do you think you are?

Erica: You're still here?
David: You look absolutely stunning. What a crying shame.
Erica: What is?
David: All dressed up and no place to go.
Erica: I'm going to Lincoln Center.
David: I don't think so. At least not before the first curtain.
Erica: That's what you think.
Erica: Quarantine?
David: I had to find some way to get your attention. Now you're stuck with me.
Erica: Oh, no, I'm not.
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