David: Well, aren't we eager? What are you doing here?
Palmer: Sounds like you were expecting me.
David: Hardly. How did you get in?
Palmer: Chambermaid. Well, it always pays to tip the help generously. Oh, my. My. It looks as though you were expecting someone else.

David's voice: "Bella Principessa -- why don't you come join me for breakfast in my room. Yours, Vittorio."
Erica: Well, I wonder what he has in mind. Only one way to find out.

Mateo: Knock, knock.
Edmund: Hey. You're out early.
Mateo: Yeah. I need to get this done. I appreciate you letting me put Raquel's stuff here. Where should I put it?
Edmund: Listen, the mud room in the west wing, and then Stella can deal with it later, all right?
Mateo: Mud room. Ok.
Edmund: No, no. Whoa, whoa. Mateo, you could drive there. It's a long way. Just slow down. Just talk to me, man.
Mateo: Ok.
Edmund: What's going on?
Mateo: Do you want the long version or the short version?
Edmund: Take your pick, man.
Mateo: Ok. Short version is -- well, I'm selling the condo, Raquel's condo. And I have a houseguest there, so between her stuff and Raquel's stuff, I don't have enough room for the realtor to show the place.
Edmund: Why are you selling it?
Mateo: Well, you know, Max and Raquel are staying in Texas now, and I need some money.
Edmund: Hey, Mateo, listen, you can -- you know --
Mateo: Yeah, yeah --
Edmund: Hit me up for a loan anytime.
Mateo: I know, I know. I was going to ask you, but I need to do this myself. And the sooner I raise the cash, I can buy Hayley out of S.O.S.
Edmund: Did I miss something? I thought you wanted to work things out with Hayley.
Mateo: I do.
Edmund: Well, forgive me, but it sounds like you're trying to buy her out of your life.

[Music plays]

Janet: Wow, look at you.
Hayley: Hello! Hello.
Janet: Oh, I see. You learned that in New York City?
Hayley: Oh, absolutely, among other things. Handshakes are out. Too many germs. But air kisses? They're way in.
Amanda: You look so fly.
Hayley: Than. It's all about the clothes.
Janet: Oh, I think it's a little more than the clothes. You've got an absolute glow going.
Hayley: You really -- you think so?
Janet: I do.
Hayley: Well, who knew starting over from less than zero would be such a rush?
Janet: Well, I hope you're hungry.
Amanda: We already ordered -- croissants and fruit. And green tea, which is my idea. I heard Erica Kane drinks it.
Hayley: Oh? Yeah? Great. Maybe I could use some of that. I'm so nervous, I don't think I'll be able to eat. You know, I got to do more than look good. I got to tell people what looks good.
Amanda: You've crammed so hard for this. Harder than I ever do on a math test.
Hayley: Yeah, but that doesn't mean that the job is mine, you know?
Janet: Wait a minute. You know all about music and fashion, and you got attitude. Liza's going to love you.
Hayley: Yeah?
Janet: Yes.
Hayley: Well, let's just hope that my cram session in New York City helped. You should see the boutique windows. They're all done up for the millennium. Oh, it's so beautiful. I mean, there's all these beaded shoes that are selling like hotcakes, and those little halter tops and tiaras -- unbelievable.
Janet: See, now, this is what we need to know.
Hayley: Yeah. Yeah. Well, listen, if you don't mind, I want to run a few ideas by you, kind of get warmed up.
Janet: You have to ask?
Hayley: Ok. Then prepare to be dazzled.

Liza: These auditions for "The Cutting Edge" style segment are putting me way behind. Is there any way for you to change the training session for that new software?
Eli: Well, ok, but the computer rep's already here.
Liza: Ugh.
Eli: Oh --
Liza: Sic him on a production assistant.
Eli: Will do.

Liza: Hi.
Leslie: Hi. I'm a little early. I hope it doesn't conflict with your schedule.
Liza: Actually, your timing is perfect in more ways than one.
Leslie: Then you've made a decision.
Liza: Yeah. Why don't we talk over here. I have seriously considered Mr. Duffield's offer, and I've even discussed it with my husband.
Leslie: And?
Liza: And I love this station. But I'm ready to share some of the workload, at least the financial burden.
Leslie: Well, what does your husband think?
Liza: Well, actually, he has cautioned me against running into this deal too quickly.
Leslie: Well, I hope that you're not feeling any pressure.
Liza: Well, only pressure from me. I'd like to spend some more time with my husband and my daughter, and it's not like I would be giving up creative control. I mean, that is the understanding.
Leslie: Oh, absolutely. Then you accept?
Liza: Well, I'll tell you, this almost seems too good to be true.
Leslie: Congratulations. You're making the right decision.
Liza: Oh, well, thank you. I'd like to meet with Mr. Duffield and work out the details as soon as possible.
Leslie: No problem. In the meantime, I will start doing the paperwork. Uh -- I seem to have forgotten my cell phone. Is there a phone I could use?
Liza: Oh, sure. Yes, that one right down there.
Leslie: Great. Thanks. And I will be in touch about the meeting.
Liza: Ok.

Eli: Minor disaster -- we can't log onto the file server.
Liza: You or everybody?
Eli: Everybody.
Liza: Ugh.
Eli: I've called the help desk.
Liza: Is this like a three-day thing or a three-hour thing?
Eli: Don't know yet.
Liza: Eli!

Leslie: It's me. Hook, line, and sinker.
Adam: Perfect.
Adam: Leslie, listen to me. Don't underestimate my wife. The first phase of this has gone very smoothly, but --
Leslie: Don't worry. I can handle it.
Adam: I will worry until that paper is signed and on my desk. Liza is very shrewd. If she has even a hint of impropriety, she'll pull out of the deal.
Leslie: Really, Adam. I'm not a rookie. I'll take care of it.

[Liza picks up the extension phone that Leslie is on with Adam]

Adam: Time is absolutely critical.
Liza: Adam? Is that you?
Adam: Liza.
Liza: Well, what are you doing on my phone?
Adam: Well, I was calling to invite my beautiful wife to breakfast.
Liza: It didn't even ring.
Adam: Oh. Well, it must have -- you must have picked up just as I was being connected.
Liza: You know, I am really on to you.
Adam: What do you mean?
Liza: Calling here to invite me to breakfast. It's very clever. You know, trying to give me some sort of a taste what it would be like here in t mornings if I had a partner at WRCW. And breakfast in the morning with my husband is a lovely start.
Adam: Well, nothing would make me happier, quite frankly. But it has to be your decision.
Liza: Well, actually, I was going to call you.
Adam: What, are you working late again?
Liza: No. I was going to ask you to put some champagne on ice.
Adam: A celebration?
Liza: Well, I was going to tell you this morning, but I was afraid you were going to talk me out of it.
Adam: What have you done?
Liza: I have accepted Mr. Duffield's offer.
Adam: So quickly. If you're sure that's what you want.

Mateo: No, I'm not buying her out to get rid of her. I'm just giving Hayley her freedom.
Edmund: And is that what you want? I mean, I don't know. I know you guys have had a hard time, but I would think now would be the time you'd want to keep her close and show her how much you love her and all that instead of giving her space.
Mateo: It's not my idea. It's hers. Hey, if it was up to me, there's no way I'd back off. You know that. She's got this idea in her head that she needs to carve out her own niche, find out who she is.
Edmund: Hmm.
Mateo: I just have to trust her to do that, you know, and then she'll be ready to deal with us.
Edmund: I admire your conviction.
Mateo: But?
Edmund: Just -- you're going to let the woman you love out there and hope that she comes back. I don't know. That's kind of risky business.
Mateo: Faith, I guess. It just takes faith. I'm learning to have a little more every day. Edmund: That's a good thing. Listen, seriously, I love both of you. And don't let her slip away, ok? Mateo: She'll be back.
She'll be back.
Gillian: Hi, guys.
Edmund: Hey, girl.
Gillian: Hey.
Edmund: Hey. Whoa, nice tiara.
Mateo: Nice.
Edmund: Are we going to a dance?
Gillian: No. Grandmama and I tried a few of them on for a little party tonight. Do you like it? Do you think it's too much?
Mateo: No.
Edmund: I think on you, it is perfect.
Mateo: Perfect.
Gillian: Perfect. So, what are all those boxes for?
Mateo: Oh. Those boxes? Long story.
Gillian: Well, I'm not busy.
Mateo: Oh, no? Well, in that case, you can help me move the boxes. And then I'll tell you the whole story over a cup of coffee.
Gillian: You got a deal. I want to know everything.
Mateo: Hmm.

Hayley: Ok. Fashion rule number one -- there are no rules. Number two -- stay loose. Who can tell me what this is?
Janet: Looks like a bra strap to me.
Hayley: Wrong. It's a headband. Show her, Amanda.
Amanda: I love these things.
Hayley: See?
Janet: I think I'll keep my bra straps under my clothes.
Hayley: Oh, oh -- ooh -- for the more romantic trendsetter, we have -- Tada! These are perfect because they're Velcro and they stick right to your head and you can use as many or as few as you want.
Janet: No, no, no. I think it should be against the law for anybody over 25 to wear these.
Amanda: Mom, you look beautiful.
Janet: Come on, I'm an accountant. What would Erica Kane think if I was running around her business office wearing these little things on my head?
Hayley: Ooh, ooh! I have just this the thing.
Janet: What? Oh, no.
Amanda: That totally rocks.
Janet: Wow.
Hayley: You want one?
Janet: No.
Amanda: Tattoos are such a commitment.
Janet: Yes.
Hayley: Not necessarily.
Janet: Ah, it's not real.
Hayley: Well, it is. I mean, it's a real bracelet. Fun for Amanda. Could be fun for you, too.
Janet: I don't think so.
Hayley: Oh, come on. Think of the possibilities. You're at work. You got one on underneath your business suit. You're wearing a little tank top. You come home. You whip off your jacket. You flash Uncle Pork Chop a little tattoo action. Could be very sexy.
Janet: Ok. I want one.
Amanda: Me, too.
Hayley: Ok. And I'm going to do hippie chic -- lots of beads and bangles and bracelets and those little embroidered jeans, and those boots are in and those stilettos are in, and -- oh. Oh, but no culture clash. Can't do culture clash. We want to be au courant, not fashion felons. Oh, and lose this backpack. You need to get yourself a nice little utility bag.
Amanda: Cool!
Hayley: How do you feel about body piercing? Tongue, eyelid, bellybutton?
Amanda: Can I, mom?
Janet: Ask me in 10 years. Make it 20. Never!

Palmer: Champagne, that could be jewelry. You planning your own breakfast of champions? Who's the lucky lady?
David: Shouldn't you be hang a romantic breakfast a deux with your bride? Or are you just trying to kill time while she puts her face on?
Palmer: Isn't it possible for us to have a civilized conversation?
David: Probably not. What are you doing here?
Palmer: Well, it's quite a life you have here. Eligible doctor, 24-hour champagne, hot-and-cold running women. Perfect setup.
David: Privacy can be a problem.
Palmer: Just like your mother -- not a morning person. I get the distinct impression that I'm in the way. What exactly am I interrupting?
Palmer: Oh, come on. You can tell me. It's that Coulson woman, isn't it? Yeah, quite the vixen, that one.
David: My relationship with Leslie is strictly professional.
Palmer: Oh.
David: But is that the reason why you stopped by, Palmer? To talk about my lawyer?
Palmer: No. I want you to keep this quiet.
David: Get on with it, Palmer.
Palmer: Bunny Wainwright. Tell me more.
David: There's nothing more to tell. Vanessa and Bunny play Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid to the jet set.
Palmer: I've tried to contact her, and she's a damned elusive woman.
David: Sounds like Bunny to me.
Palmer: You said that they cover for each other?
David: And you think Mummy is trying to pull a fast one.
Palmer: Certainly not.
David: Ah. Getting wise on the old lady already, huh?
Palmer: No, nothing of the sort. It's just -- well, you know, Vanessa made that trip to Europe supposedly to see Bunny. And she makes these overseas calls at all hours. And when I question her, it's -- so, I'm rather worried. Now, you're a doctor. Do you think it's possible that Vanessa is the one who's ill and not Bunny?
David: Not unless it's mad cow disease.
Palmer: You ought to be in vaudeville. Now, listen, if she's ill, I want to help her.
David: If you're so concerned, why don't you ask her yourself?
Palmer: Well, you know, she's shy. She --

[David laughs]

Palmer: Well, I don't want her upset.
David: Oh, you know, I think I know what's going on here.
Palmer: Oh, you do?
David: Yes. I would say that the honeymoon is over.
Palmer: Oh. That's your diagnosis, is it? Our marriage is finished?
David: Well, why don't we take a look at it. Separate vacations, that cat-and-mouse show in the dining room the other night, you checking up on your dearly beloved on the sly. Now, that's not the picture of connubial bliss, is it?
Palmer: Should have known better than come to you.
David: You got that right. Now, get out.

David: Can I get some towels?
Erica: Did you double-book breakfast?
David: Well, it seems my step-daddy has come down with a case of indigestion. Life with my mother will do that.
Erica: Well, Palmer's been warned, but I am frankly a lot more interested in this.
David: Come here. I wanted to thank you.
Erica: Thank me? For what?
David: I applied for that position today.
Erica: To head Dimitri's foundation.
David: That's right.
Erica: That's fantastic.
David: Interviewed with the dragon lady herself.
Erica: Oh, really? How did that go?
David: Not even singed. She may not like me, but she can't deny my credentials nor my reputation. Personally, I think you can come and kiss the new director of the Andrassy foundation.

Liza: Well, I know it's a big decision to make so quickly.
Adam: Well, I just don't want you to do anything rash and regret it later.
Liza: Well, it feels right. I mean, I'm selling enough shares to share the financial burden and yet maintain creative control so I can be more creative with my husband at home. Oh. Hold on one second.
< Hi.
Alex: Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I wanted to talk to you about Colby's stem cell donation.
Liza: Is there a problem?
Alex: No, it's just a little irregularity. I'm sure you can clear it up.

Liza: Sure. You're not playing hooky again, are you?
Adam: No. I'm at the Valley Inn. I'm closing a deal. Look, I'm finished. Why don't you break away and join me here. We'll get a head start on celebrating.
Liza: I'll -- I'll try to be there soon.
Adam: I'll be waiting. I love you.

Leslie: Oh. Adam: Oh. Here.
Leslie: Thank you.
Adam: You're welcome. What the hell happened? I was talking to you, and then I was talking to Liza.
Leslie: It's all right. She didn't know that I was talking to you.
Adam: These amateur antics can botch this deal. Next time, remember your cell phone. How is everything going?
Leslie: I promise you that Barry and I are on top of this. Datcom will have controlling interest of WRCW before you can say "Happy Thanksgiving."
Adam: Wonderful. Keep me posted.
Leslie: I will.

Liza: I'm surprised to see you. I thought you were going to London for good.
Alex: No, I will eventually. I just have some things to take care of here.
Liza: Ok. So there was a problem with Colby's stem cell donation?
Alex: It's to do with David Hayward.
Liza: David Hayward? Why?
Alex: Well, did you ever ask him to get involved in the case?
Liza: Well, he was the one who initially suggested that Colby be a donor. But he did not participate after that. I mean, David is a good doctor, but he's not one of my favorite people.
Alex: I see.
Liza: As far as I know, Jake was the only doctor at the hospital who was involved in the case. Why do you ask about David?
Alex: Well, I was going through Dimitri's medical file, and I noticed who requested a rush on the transfer of Colby's cells to Seaview. It wasn't Jake. It was David Hayward.
Liza: David Hayward? How can that be?
Alex: I don't know. I was hoping you could shed some light on it.
Liza: I -- I had my hands filled with Adam. I mean, you saw him. He was crazy over the fact that I was donating Colby's cells, and I was using all my energy just to talk him out of being crazy. I didn't pay attention to any of the medical details. I left it all to Jake.
Alex: You don't remember anything out of the ordinary?
Liza: Other than my husband's temporary insanity, no. But I certainly would have remembered if David had been involved.
Alex: Why do you say that?
Liza: Look, I know that David is a renowned doctor, but I don't trust him. Not after what he did to Adam. I certainly don't want him anywhere near my family.
Alex: What did he do?
Liza: He nearly murdered Adam.
Alex: What?
Liza: He poisoned him. Said it was an accident. Adam is seconds nearing death, and he pulls out the antidote and, oh, saves his life. I mean, what kind of person, what kind of human being, what kind of doctor plays games like that?
Alex: Something isn't right. I feel it. There's no reason for him to get involved unless he had an agenda.
Liza: Well, what are you going to do?
Alex: I don't know. I'm going to find some answers.
Liza: Well, I don't know how I could, but if I can help you, I would. Call me.
Alex: Yes, of course. I will, I will. Thank you.
Liza: Thank you.
Alex: Is this the way I came in?
Liza: Yeah, that's --
Alex: Ok.
Liza: Yeah, hopefully.

Liza: David Hayward. He has got to be stopped. Alex is going to need help.

David: My professional record is flawless. Now, that's what counts.
Erica: Well, I think the fact that they have to interview you at all, you know, to get this job, and you have to convince them -- I think that's just insulting to you.
David: Well, I guess you can say that not everyone is convinced of my finer qualities. Here you go. America's finest sparkling cider, for a toast. To you. To your vision.
Erica: And to you, the new head of the Andrassy foundation.
David: I'll drink to that.
Erica: You know something, this Alex person is just very jealous of you because you have this brilliant career, and she's -- you know, she's all washed up.
David: No, she's just retired.
Erica: Well, whatever. In any case, this Andrassy foundation demands leadership from no one less than you, someone of your caliber. And I think the fact that she's reducing this entire thing to some petty little power play is just ridiculous.
David: Wait a minute. What are you doing?
Erica: I'm going to set the widow straight.
Dad: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. No, not now, not now. Come here.
Erica: Why?
David: Well, because I don't want us to lose sight of the fact that we're celebrating here. And I have this overwhelming desire to show you some of my finer qualities.
Erica: Do you have some?
David: Mm-hmm. I keep them hidden.

Edmund: Whoa. You know, I don't know if you're rubbing off on Gillian or it's the other way around.
Eugenia: Oh, the tiara.
Edmund: Yeah.
Eugenia: Well, we Andrassy women believe in elegance. Anyway, I read in "The Times" that it's all the rage now. You know, when I was young, I wore it with nothing at all. Yes, it was a present from Alexi.
Edmund: He was a very lucky man.
Eugenia: No, I was the lucky one. Don't let me keep you.

[Doorbell rings]

Edmund: You got it?
Eugenia: Oh, I'll get it, I'll get it. Go on.
Alex: Hi.
Eugenia: Alex.
Alex, how good to see you.
Alex: Oh, it's so good to see you, too.
Eugenia: Oh, my goodness.
Alex: What is this? Is this a special occasion?
Eugenia: Well, it is now. Come in, come in, come in.
Alex: Thank you. It's good to see you.
Eugenia: Yes, it's lovely. Oh, it's wonderful to see you back.
Alex: I'm only here for a short visit. I'm going to be leaving as soon as I find someone to head up Dimitri's foundation.
Eugenia: Oh, no. Please, please, couldn't you stay?
Alex: No. Oh, you're a very hard woman to refuse, but I can't.
Edmund: Alex. What are you doing here?

Hayley: You have a watch? Oh, holy cow, look at the time.
Janet: What?
Hayley: I got to go.
Janet: Well, here, here. Take these.
Hayley: No, no, keep them. Party favors. I want to stop at the ladies' room, freshen up. Want to look good, you know.
Janet: Wait a minute. Have you got any non smudge lipstick in that bag of tricks?
Hayley: Only in the fiercest shade of pink.
Janet: Ooh, let's go.

Mateo: How about right there?
Gillian: Yeah.
Mateo: It's good?
Gillian: Yeah.
Mateo: So, I really appreciate you helping me organize all that mess.
Gillian: Thank you. Oh, you're welcome.
Waiter: Can I get you guys anything?
Gillian: Yes. I will have a coffee and a jelly doughnut, please.
Mateo: Same here.
Gillian: So, what's the deal?
Mateo: Well, I'm selling Raquel's condo.
Gillian: You're really going to buy Hayley out of S.O.S.?
Mateo: Yeah.
Gillian: Oy, Mateo -- you know I think the idea's a stinker. You're going to go off in two different directions, and how will that ever get you back together?
Mateo: Well, she just needs some time. And you know, who knows? Maybe it'll be good for me, too. I'll spend my whole life devoted to my job or something.
Gillian: All work and no love -- it just sounds really boring.
Mateo: Yeah, but it won't be forever.
Gillian: You hope.
Mateo: What do you mean?
Gillian: When Ryan dumped me, I gave him everything he wanted. I gave him his space, and I hoped that he would miss me, but we just grew further apart. And now I'm -- I'm ready to move on.
Mateo: Yeah?
Gillian: Yeah.
Mateo: Yeah, well, I don't think that'll happen for me. I mean, I could start my whole life over -- you know, another job, another this -- but another woman? No.
Gillian: I'm not saying that you have to get over Hayley like the measles. I'm simply saying that you could love somebody else.
Mateo: I'd just be going through the motions. You know? It'd still be missing something.
Gillian: Hayley.
Mateo: Yeah. I love her.
Gillian: Then she's a very lucky woman, Mateo.

Mateo: Hey.
Gillian: Hayley. Oh, that's a fabulous outfit.
Hayley: Oh, why, thank you.
Gillian: Very nice.
Mateo: You look great.
Hayley: Thank you. You guys are good for my ego. I'm auditioning for Liza today for "The Cutting Edge" fashion segment, so --
Gillian: Oh, well, then maybe you can advise me on tiaras.
Hayley: Oh, wear them.
Mateo: You see? She's ahead of the game. S.O.S.? Everybody thought that was my idea. But it was her idea. She put together a Latin club before people even knew what salsa was. They thought it was just something you put on chips.
Hayley: I was just following your lead, Mateo.
Gillian: Oh, look at those cute little things in Amanda's hair.
Hayley: Yeah, she's one of my posse. I thought you were a tiara kind of gal.
Gillian: Well, you know, I can be flexible. Excuse me.

Mateo: Well, you really do look nice. And you're going to do really well on your interview today, I know it. Liza's going to have an easy decision to make.
Hayley: Thank you. I'm really -- I have a lot of butterflies in my stomach.
Mateo: Yeah.
Hayley: But this is the happiest I think I've been in a long time. You know, I'm taking charge of my life instead of just floating.
Mateo: Good. And I have something that's going to make you even happier.
Hayley: Hmm?
Mateo: I'm -- I'm going to have the cash to buy you out pretty soon, ok?
Hayley: Oh, Mateo, I didn't want you to feel any pressure or rushed for that. I can wait.
Mateo: I just wanted to let you know that I haven't forgot about it. I've got it all figured out.
Hayley: Well, thank you. I better go.
Mateo: Yeah, yeah, you better go. Just -- just be yourself.
Hayley: Yeah.

[Mateo kisses Hayley]

Eugenia: Oh, you know, this tiara's so heavy, I've got the most frightful headache. So, if you'll excuse me. Oh, my dear, you come and have tea with me if you have time.
Alex: Yes, I will. I'd love tea.
Eugenia: We'll have macaroons --
Alex: Oh, that sounds great.
Eugenia: All those lovely things.

Alex: I need to ask you something.
Edmund: Ok.
Alex: Did you involve David Hayward in Dimitri's stem cell therapy?
Edmund: No. No, it was Jake Martin.
Alex: Yeah, that's what I thought. Have you read Dimitri's file?
Edmund: No.
Alex: Well, according to the paperwork, David ordered a rush when the cells were transferred. And I wondered why.
Edmund: I don't know. I don't know. Are you accusing me
of something? Alex: No, I just wondered if you knew anything about it.
Edmund: Ok. Well, I know how highly you've thought of me in the past, but I have no idea how David's name got in that file. Maybe you should ask him.
Alex: Well, somebody knows. Probably David himself.
Edmund: Well, I don't know. But it's probably insignificant hospital business, nothing more. Coffee?
Alex: Tea, please.
Edmund: Tea.
Alex: He had no right to intrude on Dimitri's case.
Edmund: Alex, it's -- you know, it's over with you two, right? I mean, you don't have to deal with Hayward anymore.
Alex: Yes, actually, I do have to deal with him because he's applied to be my replacement at the Andrassy foundation. I'm going to turn him down, of course.
Edmund: Why?
Alex: "Why?" Are you kidding? With his reputation?
Edmund: Which one? Professionally, he knows his medicine.
Alex: That's not nearly enough for this position.
Edmund: So it's personal?
Alex: What is?
Edmund: This -- I don't know, you tell me. This thing that you have about David Hayward.
Alex: I don't have a thing about David Hayward.
Edmund: Alex, don't con a con. There has been something going on between the t of you. I've seen it from the beginning. Now, what is it you're hiding?

Erica: What's this?
David: I have no idea. Why don't you open it up and see.
Erica: Ok.
Erica: Oh, David.
Oh, David, this is absolutely gorgeous.
David: You like it?
Erica: Oh, I love this, David. Oh, you're spoiling me.
David: Oh. How is that possible?
Erica: Thank you. Thank you. Oh, I can't wait to wear this.
David: Here, come on. Let me do it.
Erica: Oh, look how beautiful.
David: How's that?
Erica: Oh, it's absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much. I just think it's a shame I'm going to have to, you know, say that I bought it for myself.
David: Well, why do you have to lie?
Erica: Well, I think that it would be kind of a dead giveaway that -- that we're involved.
David: Well, maybe it's time that we go public.

Mateo: Sorry. Just, you know, a good-luck kiss.
Hayley: Thank you for the good wishes and for believing in me.
Mateo: Ok. So, let me know, ok? Let me know how it goes.
Hayley: I will.
Gillian: Ahem. Let's go on a shopping expedition, and we can buy some c.d.'s. I got some fashion and music tips.
Mateo: All right, cool. I've got some stuff to pick up anyway.
Gillian: And I will keep my fingers crossed.
Hayley: Thank you.
Gillian: Good luck.
Hayley: Thanks.
Gillian: Bye.
Hayley: Bye.

Janet: Was that a kiss?
Hayley: Don't start.
Janet: Because if I saw what I think I saw, does that mean what I think it means?
Hayley: What?
Janet: That two of my favorite people are taking a step towards getting back together?
Hayley: Not even a baby step. I am on my own.

Edmund: Here's a novel concept, Alex. Why don't we just keep no secrets from each other? Now, what's the story with you and David Hayward?

David's voice: I have wonderful contacts in the world of medicine that could be very helpful to this foundation --
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.

Alex: Oh, there are so many stories about David, and none of them are good.
Edmund: Alex, you never struck me as the kind of person who would judge a person based on stories.
Alex: I think Dimitri's foundation should be an honorable, moral institution, and the director should epitomize those qualities. And David is certainly not suitable for the job.

Erica: I wish I didn't have to take it off.
David: Don't. Don't. Come on. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Look at us. Look at us. Famous cardiologist/head of the Andrassy foundation.
Erica: Hmm.
David: World-renowned model and entrepreneur. Why do we feel we need to sneak around?
Erica: Well, David, we agreed, and we said we're not ready. In New York, you were perfectly willing to keep our secret.
David: Yes, we also said that we weren't going to play games anymore. Right?
Erica: Right.
David: This morning, I'm lying to Palmer, you're ducking behind some housekeeping cart.
Erica: Well, I mean, that was a lot more comfortable than hiding under the bed.
David: I don't want to do it anymore.
Erica: But we're enjoying ourselves.
David: Now who's afraid?
Erica: No, I'm not afraid of anything. It's just -- it's just that it's working this way.
David: It could start to work against us. Erica, you know, we have survived more disasters than most small countries. I believe we can handle the fallout.
Erica: I don't know.
David: Down in the dining room. Breakfast. Right now. What do you say?
Erica: Aren't you going to quarantine the place first?
David: I want to go down there with you on my arm. I don't want to meet you under table 19 when nobody's looking.
Erica: What about Vanessa? What about Palmer?
David: Apparently, they have their own problems. Come on. What do you say?
Erica: All right. All right.
David: Good. Come on. This is hard.
Erica: Well, it's new.
David: It's bouncing all over the place. Here.
Erica: Here. The things you talk me into.
David: How's that? There we go.
Erica: It's perfect.
David: Ok?
Erica: Beautiful.
David: Ready? Come on. Come on, Ms. Kane. The world, she is a waiting.
Vanessa: Oh. My, my. What have we here?

Liza's voice: Sometimes I just think the worst of you. And it's not fair because you've never done anything. I mean, I know that you can still draw blood in the corporate world, but as far as Colby's concerned, you've been so good. You love her. Everything that you've done for her is because you love her.
Adam: Shh. We've both said too much already.

Adam: You look rather serious for a lady bent on celebrating.
Liza: Hmm. Thank you. Do remember the day that Colby's stem cells were transferred from PVH. To Seaview?
Adam: What the devil are you talking about?
Liza: Something happened that day that I can't explain. But I think you can explain it.