Opal: I apologize for the delay, but I promise you Gregor's facial is worth the wait. It takes years off, saves on plastic surgery. Oh, it looks like Selma's ready for you now. You can go on right over.
Marian: Opal, what is it? What's happened? Are you all right?
Opal: Why?
Marian: Well, Stuart left me a note while I was in the shower saying that you needed me. But he put three exclamation points after it, which is usually his code for urgent.
Opal: Oh. That. Well, no, it isn't urgent. But the wicked witch of Pine Valley is on her way over here today, and I intend to find out just exactly what is going on in that marriage of hers.
Marian: But, darling, what could be going on? I mean, every time I see Vanessa and palmer, they're billing and cooing. Opal: Oh, please. You should have been at the Valley Inn the other night. I don't know exactly what they were saying, but if looks could kill, Vanessa would now be taking a dirt nap.
Marian: Well, maybe she was telling Palmer, just like she did with me, that one of her best and closest friends was saying terrible things about him behind his back.
Opal: What? Hold the phone. Did she tell you that about me -- that I was badmouthing you?
Marian: Mm-hmm.
Opal: Why, that lying, old, evil conniver. I never -- I swear,
Marian -- I never badmouthed you, even though I had due cause, especially after that horrible PHAT ladies luncheon ordeal.
Marian: Oh, darling, I know that now. But, you know, until we patched things up and you defended me with Millicent, I wouldn't have blamed you if you'd been badmouthing me.
Opal: Why in the world would Vanessa make up something like that?
V Marian: To get even with me, darling. She wanted Adam's ballroom, you know, for her coming-out party to Pine Valley society elite, and I turned her down.
Opal: Well, why? I thought you'd be wanting to score brownie points with the old bat. Did Adam say no?
Marian: I never asked Adam. I'm sure if I pushed it I could have persuaded him to do it. Opal, darling, I turned her down because you're my friend. That's why.
Opal: Oh, Marian. Oh, Marian, thank you.
Marian: You're welcome.
Opal: Thank you. So, what, she was doing the divide and conquer thing? Is that it?
Marian: Yes, and it almost worked, didn't it?
Opal: Well, I intend to give her a piece of her own medicine today. Are you in or out?
Marian: Oh, my darling, I am definitely in.

Man: Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Cortlandt. How are you today?
Vanessa: Oh. Nice to see you, Gregor.
Opal: Perfect timing. There they are now, and she's brought the old geezer with her. Listen. Just follow my lead, ok?
Marian: Ok.
Gregor: I'll be with you in a few.
Vanessa: Ah. Well, it's sweet of you to walk me in, darling -- even though I know this place must hold painful memories for you, having had it stolen right out from under you.
Palmer: Oh, wait a minute. Not so fast, not -- you know, we have some very serious damage control to do here. I have an idea that opal got the wrong impression the other night at the Valley Inn.
Vanessa: Wrong impression about what?
Palmer: About you and me. I don't want her starting rumors that we've stepped off cloud nine.
Vanessa: Well, you know, if the truth be known, darling, you were a bit -- what's that new word? -- Snarky with me, sending me to my room all alone.
Palmer: Now, are we going to stand here and argue, Vanessa, or are we going to go in there and correct her impression that all is not well?
Vanessa: Yes, yes, yes. Of course, darling. Don't worry. We will be the perfect picture of marital bliss. Shall we?
Palmer: Mm-h.

Opal: Oh, yes, Jackson. You are so naughty. Honestly, just -- oh, stop it. I -- oh, well, I really do have to go, so I'll see you later, alligator. Bye-bye.

Tiffany: So you actually saw them doing it?
Becca: Well, Tiffany, I didn't stand there and watch, but -- I mean, that's Scott's department.
Tiffany: Still, you got an eyeful. Does he know?
Becca: Yea. I told him that I went up to the cabin to see him and work things out and I saw them through the window. You should have seen his face. It was as white as a napkin or something.
Tiffany: Oh, jeez
Becca: Oh, oh. And listen -- guess what he said next.
Tiffany: That it didn't mean anything.
Becca: How'd you know?
Tiffany: Because it probably didn't. That's what guys always say when they get caught. What else?
Becca: Well, he said it wasn't what he wanted. Isn't that pathetic?
Tiffany: Oh, me and my big yap. You know, if I hadn't nagged you into talking to him --
Becca: No. No, no, no, no, no, no. His father did the same thing. And plus I was hoping that -- you know, that things were different, and I wanted to find out. Boy, did I ever find out.
Tiffany: Well, is there anything I can do?
Becca: Well, I guess you could stop looking at me like I have two weeks to live. You know, it's -- it's just a guy, you know?
Tiffany: I'm sorry. It's just that, you know, you were totally hooked on this particular guy.
Becca: I was until I saw what he's really like.
Tiffany: But if the sex -- oh. But if the sex didn't mean anything to him, then --
Becca: That makes him an even bigger creep if he can be that uncaring about sleeping with a girl.
Tiffany: But even if it's a total tramp like Greenlee?
Becca: Even if it's her. The fact that he doesn't care -- I mean, doesn't that show you how shallow he is?

Scott: Hey. I got your message.
Stuart: Scott, thanks for coming over. I got a call this morning from NYU. This very nice lady from student housing wanted to know whether you wanted to be in a dorm room or in apartments.
Scott: And you're wondering why I hadn't called you to let you know I got in?
Stuart: Yeah, kind of.
Scott: I'm sorry. I just -- I just -- I just completely forgot.
Stuart: But it's all you've been thinking about for months.
Scott: Yeah, well, I've had a lot on my mind, ok?
Stuart: Ok. Sorry.
Scott: No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you.
Stuart: What's wrong, Scott? I thought you'd be happy about this.
Scott: I'm happy.
Stuart: Well, you don't sound like it.
Scott: Well, like I said, I've just had a lot going on since Greenlee brought up the letter of acceptance.
Stuart: Did she bring it up to the cabin?
Scott: Yep. To surprise me.
Stuart: Scott, I'm sorry. Becca came by the showing. She was a little upset, and we got to talking. She said you two had broken up, and I convinced her that she should go up to the cabin and try to talk things out with you. I didn't know about Greenlee. What happened?
Scott: It's complicated.
Stuart: Meaning you don't think I'll get it.
Scott: No. Oh, no, no. You'll -- you'll -- I'm sure you'll get it. That's what I'm scared of.

David: Why shouldn't I be considered for this post? My credentials are impeccable.
Alex: There's no point pursuing this. I'm not going to turn over Dimitri's foundation to a man who lacks basic morals.
David: You must be thinking of someone else.
Alex: No, I'm not. I'll never forgive you for what you did.
David: Oh, I see. So that's what this is all about. Alex, for the last time, what happened to Siobhan was not my fault.
Alex: Absolutely it was your fault. You killed her.
David: You're entitled to your opinion. But for the record, what happened has nothing to do with --
Alex: Just proves what a miserable excuse for a man you are.
David: My heading up Dimitri's foundation.
Alex: Why do you want this position? You already have more patients than any other doctor at the hospital, and you perform more surgeries. Hopefully they're all justified.
David: First of all, I don't perform unnecessary surgery, and I resent the implication. And secondly, it's an opportunity for me to help people with little or no hope. It's an incredible challenge, and I feel --
Alex: No, it's an opportunity for you to play God. It's a role you revel in. This conversation is over.
David: I wouldn't dismiss me so lightly, Alex. I have wonderful contacts in the world of medicine --
Alex: You want this position, David, because it will enhance your status.
David: That is absolutely not true.
Alex: No, it is. Just think of all the prestige. You could be invited to speak at the world health organization, or you could get a Nobel prize. Dimitri created this foundation for humanitarian reasons, not to advance your career. I wouldn't sully his memory by appointing a man who caused a young woman to die and apparently couldn't care less.

Stuart: Scott, whatever it is, I'm not going to judge you.
Scott: Maybe not. But I -- you will be disappointed.
Stuart: Well, you've been disappointed in me sometimes. This happens if you care about somebody. But that doesn't mean you stop loving them.
Scott: I slept with Greenlee last night. And to make matters worse, Becca saw us.
Stuart: Oh.
Scott: See, I knew you'd be disappointed.
Stuart: Oh, no. I just feel bad for Becca. It must have really hurt her.
Scott: Yeah, well, you know, I didn't know that she would be there.
Stuart: No, of course you didn't. Are you in love with Greenlee?
Scott: No.
Stuart: Does Greenlee think you are?
Scott: No. No, she just -- she just likes enjoying herself.
Stuart: Oh. Becca doesn't?
Scott: Becca's decided she isn't ready to have sex yet.
Stuart: And so you broke up?
Scott: No. No, no, absolutely not. I told her no pressure.
Stuart: You meant that?
Scott: Yes, absolutely.
Stuart: It wasn't because -- well, I don't know how to say this without it sounding wrong.
Scott: Is it because I was already fooling around with Greenlee?
Stuart: Yeah.
Scott: No. Absolutely not. I respect Becca. I'm not some sex-crazed guy who has to get it all the time, you know?
Stuart: Yeah. Well, then why did you sleep with Greenlee?
Scott: I was really -- we were really excited when I got my letter of acceptance from NYU, And we kissed. And then -- look, I know that you believe that two people should be in love before they make love. But I'm not -- I'm not ready for that commitment -- being in love. I mean, that's why I was taking it slow with Becca. The next thing you know, she's talking about marriage and kids. I'm not ready for that, you know? I'm too young. I just want to hang out with my friends and stay loose, you know?
Stuart: How come you look so miserable?
Scott: Because I hurt Becca. And I'm sure that she feels misled. She doesn't deserve that.
Stuart: No. Why don't you call her up and tell her that?

Opal: Oh, well, what was I thinking, having such a personal conversation at a time like this? I mean, after all, this is a place of business, now, isn't it? But, well, what can I say? Now, Vanessa, when you called for an appointment, you didn't tell Tiffany exactly what it is you wanted to have done. What is it, a little touchup time?
Vanessa: Oh!
Opal: Is that it?
Vanessa: Just a simple manicure will suffice.
Opal: What about you, PC? You look like you could benefit from one of Gregor's facials. Maybe tighten up those --
Palmer: Keep your hands to yourself.
Opal: Lines a little.
Palmer: Vanessa, darling?
Vanessa: Hmm?
Palmer: Didn't you mention that you needed, well, a new gown for that upcoming soiree of ours?
Vanessa: Did I?
Palmer: Mm-hmm. Well, if you didn't, darling, you certainly should have because, after all, it will be your night to shine. Now, let's see here. Hmm. Oh, well. Oh, well. Do you think 10,000 will be enough?
Vanessa: Oh, darling, absolutely. I'm sure I can find something quite suitable for that.
Palmer: You'll never find anything appropriate here or in Center City, so have my driver take you to New York and you can make arrangements on the way.
Vanessa: Oh, you are an absolute darling. You are so generous, Palmer.
Palmer: Well, anything for my sugar plum. Oh, and by the way, if you want to swing by Ivana's and pick up that -- what was it, a bracelet that you admired?
Vanessa: Oh, yeah. Really?
Palmer: Yes.
Vanessa: Oh --
Palmer: Good day, ladies.

Palmer: Alfred Vanderpool, please. Alfred? This is Palmer Cortlandt. Those $500 bills that I picked up this morning -- were they marked? Easily traced? Excellent.

Vanessa: Oh, Gregor, you have golden hands. Oh.
Marian: Excuse me. I don't know, darling. Palmer and Vanessa looked awfully cozy to me.
Opal: Oh, please. You didn't buy into that, did you? "Sugar plum" my foot.
Marian: Well, if they were acting, darling, they're very good.
Especially Vanessa.
Opal: Are you kidding when Palmer puckered up, she looked like she was smelling moldy cheese. And did you see her eyes pop out on stilts when he pulled out that big wad of cash?
Marian: Well, my eyes popped out, too. Did he give you that kind of money when you went shopping?
Opal: I did not marry Palmer for money.
Marian: Well, I've got to hand it to her.
Opal: Why?
Marian: Well, palmer, with all his wealth and money, could have any trophy wife he wanted, but he chose her.
Opal: Yeah, well, Palmer's a louse in a lot of ways, but he does have one redeeming quality, and that is that when it comes to a wife, all he expects is that she be true blue, that she always listen when he feels like talking, and that she be respectful of him, I guess. He's not the kind of guy, you know, who needs some bimbette arm candy to make him feel more like a man.
Marian: Darling, do you think she loves him?
Opal: She is in that marriage for one reason and one reason only.
Vanessa: Ah! Oh.
Opal: Oh, my. I guess it sounds like her treatment is nearly over.
Woman: I want what she's having.
Opal: Yeah. You know what? Get your fanny over there and find out what you can find out.
Marian: Me? I hardly know the woman, darling. And she's a friend of Millicent the Terrible, as well.
Opal: Listen, if we want to beat her at her own game, we got to get into her head ASAP. Now, get over there and do some snooping.
Marian: Ok. All right. I will do the best I can.
Opal: Thanks.
Marian: Ok.

Palmer: This is not a lunch meeting.
Man: I got to eat.
Palmer: All right. What have you found out about my wife?
Man: The trail's stone cold, Mr. C. The young buck's vanished without a trace. I'm out of leads.
Palmer: All right. I just invented one.
Man: You put a wire in her purse?
Palmer: No. I gave her $10,000 in marked bills.
Man: Hey, that's brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?
Palmer: Yes, why? Why not, indeed? Anyway, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Now, I have a pretty good idea that Vanessa's lover is going to go on another spending spree within the next few days. I want you to alert your European contacts and have them be on the lookout at his favorite shopping spots where he likes to squander my money -- Via Vento, Rue St. Honore, Savile --row.
Man: I'll get right on it.
Palmer: Remember --
Man: They should still be up.
Palmer: Yes, well, wake them up if they're not. And remember -- remember, discretion is ramount. I don't want them to know that I'm trying to prove my wife's infidelity. Only you know that. You got it?
Man: Yes, sir. It stays that way.
Palmer: Get.

Becca: Thank you.
Tiffany: Thanks. Listen, if you're holding out for some guy who's saving himself for his wedding night, you might as well just give away your hope chest. Oh, jeez. Do people in West Virginia still have those?
Becca: Yes. Yes. And, yes, I believe that guys like that still exist.
Tiffany: Ok, but they're all freaks and geeks.
Becca: Well, I'm just going to have to take my chances, then. You know, when I was growing up, I was taught that when you gave yourself to a man it was something sacred, you know? And if people want to make fun of me --
Tiffany: Hey, hey. Nobody's making fun of you.
Becca: I'm just -- I'm sick of apologizing for myself. I'm not going to. And I'm sick of the double standard. I mean, it's not fair. If Scott -- if Scott had found me in bed with my ex-boyfriend, how do you think he'd feel about me, huh?
Tiffany: He'd probably think that you were a total --
Becca: Slut? That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?
Tiffany: That is way harsh, Bec. More like someone he wouldn't want to get serious with.
Becca: See? So why should I feel any different?

[Telephone rings]

Becca: Hello?
Scott: Becca, hi, it's me. I wanted to try again to explain what happened because I made such a mess of it the first time.
Becca: I'm sorry, Scott. There's nothing more to say. Please don't call me again.

Stuart: Just give her some time.
Scott: Sure. I got to get to work, all right?
Stuart: All right. Well, congratulations for getting into NYU.!

David: I did not kill anyone, Alex.
Alex: You knew what Siobhan was like. She was so trusting and inexperienced, and you took advantage of that.
David: I took every precaution.
Alex: She got pregnant.
David: How was I supposed to know what she was going to do?
Alex: You didn't want to know.
David: Siobhan's death is not my responsibility.
Alex: Well, you believe what you want. Doesn't change the truth -- that she died because of you.
David: All right. I understand why you're upset. You've lost a very good friend, and obviously you believe that I'm responsible.
Alex: Yes, I do.
David: And that's why you went after me and cost me my fellowship.
Alex: It didn't even hurt your career.
David: Is that what you're trying to do? All right. It's in the past, and I don't believe in holding a grudge. You had your reasons to believe that I was at fault. And when I look at it from your perspective, I see why.
Alex: Really?
David: Yes, I do. And I don't blame you one bit. What happened to Siobhan was devastating for me, and it'll haunt me for the rest of my life.
Alex: Hmm. Sure it keeps you awake at night.
David: I was young, Alex. We all were. And as you know, young people are impulsive. They rarely think beyond the moment. So I'm asking you to please just try to look at it from that perspective and know that I never intended Siobhan any harm. Can you do that?
Alex: You're good. You're really good.
David: With all due respect, I don't think that you're trying to understand.
Alex: No. I do understand, perfectly. But you have to understand this. If you think you're going to head up Dimitri's foundation, you better get down on your knees and start praying for a miracle because that's what it's going to take.

Greenlee: Excuse me.
Scott: Greenlee, wait. Look -- I want to tell you I'm sorry for what I said earlier about last night being a mistake. It was stupid and insensitive.
Greenlee: Then why did you say it?
Scott: Because I found out that Becca saw us through the window last night.
Greenlee: Becca was at the cabin?
Scott: Yeah.
Greenlee: Oh, oh, I get it. So you wouldn't be sorry if you hadn't gotten caught.
Scott: Look, I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be, but don't try to turn this into something it's not, ok?
Greenlee: Meaning what?
Scott: We're not getting back together, Greens. I thought you were ok with that.
Greenlee: You think because you turn me on that it's ok for you to use me?
Scott: Wait a minute. Who followed who up to the cabin?
Greenlee: No, I thought I was doing you a favor bringing your acceptance letter --
Scott: Right.
Greenlee: From NYU. Oh, and now you think it was all some big seduction I planned?
Scott: The thought did cross my mind, yeah.
Greenlee: Well, you're wrong. You're the one who kissed me, remember? And nothing happened that you didn't want to happen. When are you going to get that?

Tiffany: Are you sure that you want to blow Scott off like that?
Becca: I have to.
Tiffany: Why? He wants to apologize. And he's cute. And his family is loaded.
Becca: That doesn't make him a good person, though. No, I can't trust Scott. I mean, he told Greenlee that I was a virgin, and that should stay between him and me.
Tiffany: Yeah. I guess you're right.
Becca: I know I'm right. I'll never look at him the same way again. I'm such an idiot. God, to think I -- I really thought that he was the one.

Man: My guys on the continent are primed. The minute your wife's playmate spends one dime of that 10 K, they'll be on him toot sweet.
Palmer: Good. They'll have his name and his address, correct?
Man: Correct. What are you going to do next?
Palmer: Well, I'll see about that when reality catches up to Vanessa and her boy toy.

Marian: Well, where's Tiffany?
Vanessa: I don't know, dear. Oh, don't cut the cuticles. No, please. Simply push them back.
Woman: Just soak. Uh-huh. I'll be right back.
Marian: Oh, darling, love this color. I hear it's the rave in Paris right now.
Vanessa: Ah, yes, yes, yes. I was just there -- I was just so surprised to see you here, Marian. I thought you and Opal were on the outs. Marian: Well, we are, darling, ever since you told me what a vituperous snake she is. I'm just trying to let on like I don't know anything.
Vanessa: Oh, I see. You know, I think it's quite strange, and I'm sure the only reason anyone in polite society is decent to her at all is because of her snagging Palmer.
Marian: Well, she's not the first woman to do that, darling.
Vanessa: You knew his first wife?
Marian: Mm-hmm.
Vanessa: I hear that her mother was a servant.
Marian: Well, I didn't know her very well. But Opal right now, darling, is seeing the handsome Jackson Montgomery. I mean, what could that man be possibly thinking?
Vanessa: Do you think it might just have to do with the settlement she got from Palmer? And the way she's flaunting it's really disgusting, isn't it? I mean, if you're going to have an affair with a younger man, for heaven's sakes, get out of town. I mean, go where no one knows you, right?
Marian: Oh, darling, I totally agree with you. By the way, I heard Palmer mention your party. So you found a place to throw it, huh?
Vanessa: No, unfortunately.
Marian: Oh. Maybe I could help you.
Vanessa: Ah -- Adam's ballroom. You --
Marian: No, darling, I'm afraid not. There's just too much bad blood between Palmer and Adam. But if you bought your own house, you could throw the event in your own home.
Vanessa: Really? Well, I've looked. I have been looking. So far I've only found things that are too small, need too much work.
Marian: Well, you haven't found the right broker, darling, and I still have my license.
Vanessa: You're a real estate broker?
Marian: Mm-hmm. I was a member of the million-dollar club four years running.
Vanessa: Really?
Marian: Yes. I could show you the most prestigious properties in Pine Valley.
Vanessa: Oh, tell me more.
Marian: Well, in fact, darling, a gorgeous estate just came on the market. Belonged to a dog food heir. Has an enormous master bedroom and even a fireplace in the bathroom.
Vanessa: Sounds divine.
Marian: And has a swimming pool in the greenhouse with retractable roof so you can swim all year round, even during a blizzard.
Vanessa: Sounds great. I mean, swing's a great way to stay in shape, yes. Tell me, how much is it?
Opal: So, how's it going, ladies?
Vanessa: Oh, fine, fine.
Opal: Good.
Vanessa: Thank you. Is there a place where I could make a phone call -- something with a little more privacy?
Opal: Oh, well, of course. Right over there around the corner. Be my guest.
Vanessa: I'll be right back.
Marian: Ok.
Opal: Get over there. Come on.

Vanessa: Well, yes, I said I'd call you as soon as I could, darling. Well -- well, with Palmer having you followed by that private detective and watching me like a hawk -- I'm calling from a beauty salon. Well, I don't dare call from the hotel. He probably has the operators listening in, for heaven's sakes. Darling, I know. I want to be together with you, too. I promise it will be soon. I'm sending you more money. But, darling, you're going to let it last -- because I don't know when I can get more! Yes, darling. Look, I will call you again just as soon as I can. But for now, sweetheart -- Ciao, darling.

Scott: Ok, ok. So you didn't drag me into bed. And the sex was always great.
Greenlee: Don't you dare pretend that's all it was.
Scott: I never said the L word, ok?
Greenlee: Ah. So it's Becca, the pure, innocent virgin, versus Greenlee, the girl who's only good for one thing.
Scott: I did not say that.
Greenlee: You didn't have to. Am I such a bad person because I like to have fun?
Scott: No.
Greenlee: Then tell me, what does she have that I don't, huh? Her virginity?
Scott: Of course not.
Greenlee: What else could it be? I'm not pretty enough? I'm not smart enough?
Scott: Greenlee, you're gorgeous. Come on. Look, all the guys in school were after you.
Greenlee: The only one I wanted was you. And just so you know, last night was not a mistake. At least not for me.
Scott: Greens, wait.
Greenlee: I got to get out of here before I totally lose it.
Scott: Well, then let's go somewhere together, ok? Let me take you for a latte.
Greenlee: Are you just doing this because you feel sorry for me?
Scott: No. I'm doing it because I care about you.
Greenlee: You're on.
Scott: Ok.

David: I think it would be better if you'd take some time to think about this calmly and rationally.

[Knock on door]

Alex: Yes?
Man: Dr. Marick?
Alex: Yes, that's me.
Man: Delivery for you.
Alex: Oh, good. I'm expecting this. Thank you.
Man: If you could just sign right here.
Alex: Great. Thanks.
Man: Thank you.
Alex: If you'll excuse me, I have some work to take care of.
David: Will you promise me one thing? Don't cross me off that list until you've interviewed all your candidates because I am convinced that you will see that I am the most qualified person for this position.
Alex: I told Joe that I would keep an open mind. That's exactly what I'll do.
David: That's all I can hope for. Thank you for your time.
Alex: You're welcome.

David: Adam. And what brings you to our fine establishment? Another switcheroo?
Adam: Get out of my way.
David: Well, let's see. You've already done stem cells, sperm samples. What's left? Body parts?
Adam: Keep your voice down. Somebody might hear us.

Tiffany: Well, I'd spring for lunch, but my rent's due next week.
Becca: Don't worry about it. I got it.
Tiffany: Oh, you're so lucky. You have a free place to stay. Uh-oh.
Becca: What?
Tiffany: She's here. And you don't want to know who with.

Scott: Is it all right if we eat at the bar? Great. Two cheeseburgers with lettuce and tomato please. Want anything else with that?
Greenlee: Onion rings and a chocolate shake. I'll work it off.
Becca: Come on. Let's get out of here before I do something I'll regret -- like strangle her.
Scott: Becca? Wait.
Greenlee: You can go after her if you want. I'll understand.
Scott: What's the use?

[Palmer remembers ….]

Palmer: Who the hell is he?
Man: Couldn't get a positive ID. But as you can see, he's a looker and young. He and Mrs. Cortlandt seem very close.

Opal: Forgive me for not saying good night as I left but, you know, when I am in the arms of a virile, potent hunk, well, everything else just kind of goes right out of my mind.

Woman's voice: See that man over there? That's Palmer Cortlandt.
Second woman's voice: His wife married him for s money.
First woman's voice: And she had a lover on the side who was half her age. They toured Europe with Mr. Cortlandt footing all the bills. We're talking first-class all the way.
Second woman's voice: Talk about being taken for a ride.

[Echoing laughter]

Vanessa: Gregor, you are a master.
Gregor: Thank you for your generosity. I'll see you in two weeks.
Vanessa: Absolutely. Oh, Ciao.

Opal: All right, quick. So, what did you hear?
Marian: Well, she said she'd be in touch soon, and she called whoever it was "sweetheart" and "darling."
Opal: That doesn't mean anything.
You call everybody "darling."
Marian: Well, darling, it sounded very intimate to me.
Opal: Well, what if she was talking to Palmer?
Marian: There's one way to find out.
Opal: How?
Marian: Push redial on the phone she was using.
Opal: Oh, you're brilliant.
Marian: I know I am.
Marian: What?
Opal: It was a man. I think a young man. Definitely not Palmer.

Adam: Let's not get into this right now. David: Well, where would you like to go? The parking lot?
Adam: Nowhere.
David: You're a piece of work, Chandler. Switching sperm with Jake Martin, getting Liza pregnant without her knowledge --
Adam: Shh.
David: Marrying her, and now this business with Colby's stem cells.
Adam: Shut up, shut up. Will you shut up? Damn it, I swear I'll --
David: No, you're not going to do anything because you know that I have you. What's amazing is that nobody has figured it out yet.
Adam: What do you want from me?
David: Relax, Adam. I don't want anything. Just a ringside seat when it all comes crashing down.

Alex: Colby Martin's stem cells. Withdrawal and delivery authorized by David Hayward. How the hell did he get involved in this?