Gillian: Hi.
Jake: Wow. Hi. You -- I need to change.
Gillian: Why?
Jake: "Why?" Because -- look at me and look at you. I mean, I didn't realize this was going to be such a classy --
Gillian: No. Oh, no. No. No, it's -- the tiara -- only wore it to show it off a little.
Jake: As you should. So, where should we show it off? You want to go to BJ'S, S.O.S. --
Gillian: Well, I was thinking more of a place that we could totally have to ourselves.
Jake: Hmm. The Valley Inn? A private dining room or something?
Gillian: Well, why go so far?
Jake: Here?
Gillian: Don't worry. I brought some atmosphere.
Jake: Wow.
Jake: What about the food? Are we going to order in, or you got a waiter in he that's going to do the job?
Gillian: You're close. I cooked.
Jake: You cooked.

[Music plays]

Gillian: I made an all-American dinner for you.
Jake: Did you?

[Becca remembers…..]

Scott: But we both put so much work into it.
Becca: Oh, but you and Greenlee put a lot more work into your tape at UCLA. Is this a sequel? I mean, were you taping last night at the cabin? Were the cameras rolling when you and Greenlee made love?

Dixie: Incoming. Hello. What did that tape ever do to you?
Becca: It's Scott's documentary.
Dixie: Ah. And I see Scott isn't here to throw against the wall.
Becca: Exactly.
Dixie: Hmm.
Becca: I'm on to him now, and I'm so not going to waste another minute on him.
Dixie: Mm-hmm. Becca --
Becca: You know what? I'm not even going to waste another second here in Pine Valley.
Dixie: What? Becca: I'm going home to Pigeon Hollow.
Dixie: You're not going anywhere.

Greenlee: This place is a lot like a club I go to in New York.
Scott: Yeah. Becca and I shot some great stuff here. Some of the best stuff in the documentary.
Greenlee: Isn't that special.

Tad: Thanks for meeting me down here.
Adrian: Oh, no problem. Listen, was there anything in particular you wanted to discuss?
Tad: No. But I thought that after all the help you gave me finding junior, the least I could do was buy you a beer.
Adrian: That's not necessary. Not that I'm complaining.
So tell me, how is Junior?
Tad: He's ok. The nightmares have stopped. But you know, knowing Adam, I can't help but think that the fallout just started. If I had a free shot at that man for every time I thought he'd gone too far, he'd be in the hospital right now. I don't think he can help himself.
Mateo: Hey. How you doing, guys?
Tad: What's up?
Mateo: Hey, how did Hayley's audition go?
Tad: She was credible. You should have seen her.
Mateo: Yeah? So she got the job?
Tad: Absolutely.
Mateo: Good. Good. Because she was really happy about this. I mean, you should have seen her face light up when she talked about it.
Tad: Well, she lit up the studio, too. Listen, I'm going to go and call Dixie, see if she's going to join us down here, ok?
Adrian: Cool.
Mateo: See you later. So do you think maybe I should call her and congratulate her?
Adrian: I think maybe you should go the extra step. Take the lady some flowers. I'm sure the owner will understand.
Mateo: You're so brilliant.
Tina: Mateo, I thought you said you were going to give Hayley some space.
Mateo: I am. I'm just going to, you know, congratulate her on her new gig.
Tina: Why don't you just send her a telegram.
Mateo: Thanks, man.
Adrian: Anytime.
Tina: Send her an e-mail. Mateo, flowers are not neutral.
Adrian: What's it to you?

Ryan: When I said someplace private, I kind of meant my someplace private.
Hayley: And what's the matter? You don't want to spend the night here with Uncle Porkchop and Janet and Amanda?
Ryan: Not really. No. No.
Hayley: Well, that's good. Because they're away for the night, and we have the whole place to ourselves.
Ryan: Really?
Hayley: Mm-hmm.
Ryan: Well, that sounds -- well, dangerous.
Hayley: Mm-hmm.

Tad: Scott, hey. Pull up a stool.
Scott: I can't. I just came by to say hi.
Tad: Hi.
Scott: So, how's Becca?
Tad: Oh, she's -- she's fine, as far as I know.
Scott: Good. That's good.
Tad: Which leads me to ask the question, if you're so concerned about the well-being of the lovely Miss Tyree, how come you walked in with Ms. Smythe?
Scott: Oh, we just came here to get a bite to eat.
Tad: Really?
Adrian: Right.
Scott: Yeah. Besides, just because I'm not still with Becca doesn't mean I can't still be interested in how she's doing, does it?
Tad: No. No, like I said, Becca's just fine.
Scott: Good.
Tad: Now, Greenlee over there -- she's another story. If I were you, I would not travel too far afield. She -- she looks like she's rather high-maintenance.
Adrian: Amen to that one.

Becca: Was Tad on the phone? Is everything ok?
Dixie: Everything's peachy. Don't change the subject. Becca, come on. You're too happy here. You've made a lot of good friends, you know? I, for one, would be lost without you.
Becca: So that's your reason to keep me here?
Dixie: Well -- come on. I thought you were building a life here. I mean, it would be a shame to throw all that away just because, you know, you had the impulse, just because you're scared.
Becca: I'm not scared.
Dixie: You're not scared. Listen to me. Do you remember when Archie Goodyear got hit by lightning? You know, you were about 4 years old.
Becca: Oh, I definitely remember that.
Dixie: Yeah. And you've been scared of thunder ever since.
Becca: Yes, but I manage.
Dixie: Yeah, you do manage. You do more than manage. We had that big electrical storm back in Pigeon Hollow a while ago. Do you remember? A couple years ago?
Becca: I definitely remember that.
Dixie: Well, I remember you had to get Junior over to Mrs. Bowditch's place so that he and Tucker could work on their science project. Now, Junior was afraid. He didn't want to go because of the storm. And I remember you talking to him throughout that whole storm. You put on shoes, putting on all his rain gear while the storm was going on outside. You were telling him how common storms were, how he didn't have to worry, that nobody would get hurt. As long as we all took the proper precautions, everything would be fine.
Becca: So I lied to a little child.
Dixie: No, you didn't lie. You just didn't show him your fears. Now, Scott's kind of like that big electrical storm, I think. So don't run away, you know? Be strong. You're strong, girl. Wait it out.
Becca: I don't know, Dixie. It's not really about what I'm leaving behind, it's what I'm going home to. You know, I hung out with Scott because I thought he and I shared the same values. I was way off base. I don't know. It's just like people in Pigeon Hollow -- we think the same ways and -- I don't know. I don't want to hang out with anybody who is going to be casual with their bodies or their feelings.
Dixie: You don't think there's anybody like that here?
Becca: Not that I've met. And I'm not going to change myself just so I can socialize in Pine Valley.
Dixie: Oh, there's no reason that you should have to. Look, just because the first prince that you kissed turned into a big, ugly toad doesn't an that there aren't plenty of good guys around.
Becca: Well, if there are, I think they're taken.
Dixie: Well, maybe you just need to get out more, you know? Meet a couple more people your own age. Something like that. I have an idea. I'm supposed to go to S.O.S. Tonight to meet Tad and Adrian. Maybe you could come with me, you know? We'll get all dressed up and have some fun.
Becca: I don't know. I just --
Dixie: No. Say yes. Say yes, say yes, say yes.
Becca: Ok.
Dixie: Ok.

Jake: Does that bag have a bottom to it?
Gillian: I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.
Jake: Ok.
Jake: I didn't know you were so well-versed in American cuisine. Or did Myrtle help you?
Gillian: No. My grandmother did.
Jake: Eugenia? Wow. I didn't know she liked American food.
Gillian: She loves it. If she could, she would have cheeseburgers every day. But not to worry. I made us something more sophisticated. After we have a dunk.
Jake: A dunk?
Gillian: Dunk. You dunk vegetables into this. I made it. It's honey Dijon.
Jake: Yes. That carrot looks pretty good. I'll try that.
Jake: It's unusual, actually. Interesting.
Gillian: Yeah. I had to be a little creative.
Jake: Why?
Gillian: See, I followed the recipe exactly, except it didn't have any honey.
Jake: That's kind of essential when you're making a honey Dijon dunk.
Gillian: But it wasn't a problem because I just used molasses instead.

Hayley: Holy cow.
Ryan: Yeah. What you said. I have imagined this more times than I'm going to admit right now.
Hayley: Well, it's not like the thought hasn't exactly crossed my mind before, either, you know.
Ryan: Look, Hayley, I know I don't have the best track record.
Hayley: Yeah. So you keep telling me.
Ryan: I've been told by a lot of ticked-off women that I -- I don't do close very well.
Hayley: Well, people who grow up in alcoholic families never do.
Ryan: Yeah. The thing is that I don't feel that way with you. At least not anymore. Something's changed. Something huge, I think.
Hayley: I feel the same way. I feel like you're not the same person you were six months ago, and neither am I.
Ryan: And I know you want your breathing room, and I respect that. I do. Well, at least I'm trying to respect that. But --
Hayley: What?
Ryan: I'm finding it very difficult to keep my distance from you. I want more. Actually I want less and more.
Hayley: What does that mean?
Ryan: It means that I want less distance between us and more of you.

Tina: [Transylvanian accent] I don't drink wine. I drink blood.
Tad: That's not a bad Adam Chandler impersonation.
Tina: [Normal voice] Adam? What? I'm trying out Halloween masks. I'm Dracula.
Adrian: Oh, yeah. Well, I don't buy it.
Tina: Forget you guys.
Adrian: Might want to try driving a stake through Chandler's heart.
Tad: I don't think it would work. Adam hasn't got a heart.
Becca: Oh, look. There they are. Let's go join them.
Dixie: Ah. Great idea.

Gillian: Sit.
Jake: Oh, very good. Nice. Ah.
Gillian: Baked steak, sweet potatoes, Peruvian beans.
Jake: The beans are gray. I haven't seen gray beans before.
Gillian: Well, maybe I didn't cook them long enough. Lima beans. That's what they are. Lima beans.
Jake: Oh.
Gillian: Yeah.
Jake: No, they're cooked. They're plenty cooked. They look good.
Jake: Ah, yes. Yes.
Gillian: You know, somebody at the hospital taught me how to toast.
Jake: Was it a detox patient?
Gillian: Yes. Down the hatch.
Jake: Down the hatch. Mmm. I want to make a toast. To you, for arranging this lovely evening. Very thoughtful. To this -- this good food, and to you. To your sweet self.
Gillian: Thank you, Jake.
Jake: Thank you. Ok.
Gillian: Well, bon appetite.
Jake: This detox patient -- was he kind of unusual? Did you notice anything strange about him?
Gillian: Well, he was very funny, and he had a lot of tattoos. And he could quote Shakespeare.
Jake: Yeah, that's him. He would always come to the hospital with a cat.
Gillian: A cat?
Jake: Yeah.
Gillian: A real cat? Like, a live cat?
Jake: Yeah, it was real.
Gillian: Wow. Huh. Oh, no.
Jake: What?
Gillian: Forgot the steak knives. Just wait right here.
Jake: Fine. Not going anywhere. Good Lord.
Jake: Thanks. I don't think I'll need them. This looks like a tender steak.
Jake: How's the salad? Looks delicious.
Gillian: Yeah. The dressing's already on it.
Jake: I'll give it a shot. Mmm. Boy, it smells good. Mmm. It's delicious. What kind of dressing is this?
Gillian: Oh, you're probably tasting the anchovies.
Jake: Anchovies?
Gillian: Mm-hmm.
Jake: Did you use a lot of anchovies?
Gillian: Yeah. They were really small, so -- why? What's wrong?
Jake: Oh, no. No, I'm just a little allergic.
Gillian: Oh. Gosh. How allergic?
Jake: Anaphylactic shock kind of allergic.

Hayley: I want more, too. I mean, maybe I'm not as sure as you are, but that's just be--
Hayley: What was I saying?
Ryan: I can't keep trying to be objective about every little thing that happens between us. I have to think less about what I feel and act on it more. This feels right. I don't know what it means, exactly. I don't really care what it means. I just know that --
Hayley: Ryan.
Ryan: What?
Hayley: You want to go up to my room?
Ryan: Yeah. I think that's a very good idea.
Hayley: Just -- just give me a couple minutes to make sure there's nothing mortifying hanging around on my floor.
Ryan: Oh, I'm not going to be looking at your floor.
Hayley: Just -- really, I'm serious. Just give me a couple of minutes.
Ryan: Ok. Ok.
Hayley: Ok?
Ryan: Don't take too long.
Hayley: I won't. I promise.

[Knock on door]

Gillian: Jake, I am so sorry. I mean, really --
Jake: I'll be fine. I will be fine. Don't worry.
Gillian: Are you sure?
Jake: Yes. Yes. Yes. I just need to take a minute here. I probably shouldn't eat anything more. My throat might constrict or something.
Gillian: You mean your throat could actually close up?
Jake: I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Relax.
Gillian: I'm just going to clear this up.
Gillian: Jake? Um --
Jake: I'm sorry. Um -- I hate sweet potatoes.
Gillian: You should have just told me. You're always so honest with me.
Jake: I know, I know.
Gillian: Do you also hate steak?
Jake: No. Steak --
Gillian, I have a confession to make. I -- I think that you're beautiful.
Gillian: You do?
Jake: Yes.
Gillian: Is there anything else you want to confess, maybe?
Jake: I think that you're very kind and gentle and very funny.
Gillian: And?
Jake: And I just think that you're a very bad cook.
Gillian: Jake, I thought you liked my cooking. You liked the fried chick peas I made, very much, that I made on the fourth of July picnic.
Jake: The fried chick peas -- I loved the idea behind them. They're just not the distinctive American dish you think they are.
Gillian: They -- they are.
Jake: No. Fried chicken is big on fourth of July, not the chick peas.
Gillian: Did I get anything else wrong?
Jake: The steak -- most people like it grilled, not baked.
Gillian: I wanted tonight to be special, and instead I poisoned you and I made you suffer through this awful meal.
Jake: No, it is special. It is. No, no. Next time we'll just --
Gillian: Next time?
Jake: Yes. Yes. Listen to me. Next time, we'll go out or we'll order in. All right?
Gillian: All right. I did make some dessert, though.

Tad: Tina, this is my friend Becca Tyree.
Becca: Hi.
Tina: Nice to meet you. Hi.
Tad: And this lovely thing is my wife, Dixie.
Dixie: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Tina: Thank you. You, too.
Dixie: New faces already, huh?
Becca: You know what? I'll be right back.

Becca: Don't bother. I just thought it would be silly to play some dumb game all night and pretend like I didn't see you here. So I thought I'd come over and say hi and -- well, I hope you have a really good time this evening.
Greenlee: How magnanimous.
Becca: Well, I just -- I know I intend to have a good time.

Adrian: Tina.
Tina: Hey.
Adrian: So, why don't you tell me what's up with you and Mateo.
Tina: Up? Nothing's up with me and Mateo. He's my boss, and I appreciate it when someone goes out of their way for me. You know, Mateo gave me a job and a place to stay till I get settled.
Adrian: Hmm. A place to stay?
Tina: Clean up your imagination. I'm staying in his ex-wife's condo.
Adrian: I didn't make any presumptions.
Tina: Please. You've been making a whole truckload of them. You know, my advice to Mateo was based on the fact that he said he was going to stay away from Blondie. Now, I believed him. If Hayley believed him, too, him showing up on her doorstep with flowers in the middle of the night isn't such a great idea. Is it?

Mateo: I came by to see Hayley.
Ryan: Yeah. Now's not a great time. I can tell her you were here.
Mateo: Yeah. Well, I think she can decide for herself who she wants to see and when she sees them, you know?
Ryan: Yeah. Well, I thought you said you were going to keep your distance.
Mateo: I just came by to congratulate her on her new job.
Ryan: Today you did. What's it going to be tomorrow?
Mateo: Why don't you ease up? Why don't you ease up, huh?
Ryan: I'll ease up when you back off like you said you were going to.
Mateo: Very protective of you, huh? Does it make it easier for you to manipulate the situation now?
Ryan: All right. Why don't we stop talking around what this is really about. I am through fighting how I feel about Hayley. I've been honest with her, and she's cool with it. So I know, she knows, and now you know. Do you need me to make it any clearer than that?

Dixie: Oh, sweetie. This doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would Liza sell her part of the station? How many shares?
Tad: I have no idea. But I'm not comfortable with this. I mean, two days ago, I knew exactly who I worked for. Now I've got to answer to some techno geek out of Silicon Valley? What if he hates "The Cutting Edge"? What if he wants to turn it into some forum for technophiles -- you know, like Adrian.
Dixie: Even if this made good business sense, which it doesn't, I'm sure Liza would never let anybody else have a say in your show.

Greenlee: I can come and visit you in New York every weekend and show you my favorite clubs and the best cafes.
Scott: I don't know, Greens. That's not really my lifestyle, you know? I'm going to be working my butt off. I'm not going to have time to, you know, go hit the town.
Greenlee: Yeah, well, you're going to have to go to movies and screenings. There are tons of really well-connected people I can introduce you to.

Tina: This place has gotten too mellow. Hey, help me liven up the joint. Come dance with me.
Adrian: Oh, cool. Let's go. Let's dance. Let's dance. Let's dance.
Becca: Come on, Dixie. Dix. Come on, Tad. Come dance.
Tad: No, no. I'm afraid I weasel.
Dixie: Tad, come on.
Tad: No, you guys go.

[Music plays]

Gillian: Are you ok?
Jake: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Gillian: Well, you look a little beery-eyed.
Jake: Oh, my. You have birds' nests with whipped cream.
Gillian: It is birds' nests. It's called Madertej.
Jake: Hmm.
Gillian: Jake, I promise I won't make you eat it if you don't like it, but you have to at least just try.
Jake: I will. I will, I will. It looks delicious.
Gillian: Here.
Jake: Oh, my God.
Gillian: I swear there's no anchovies in it.
Jake: No, it's delicious. Have you tried it?
Gillian: No.
Jake: And you made this?
Gillian: Yes.
Jake: All right.
Gillian: Mmm.
Jake: Uh-huh.
Gillian: Mmm.
Jake: Mm-hmm.
Gillian: Really good.
Jake: Oh.
Gillian: Mmm. Mmm. I'm going to have some more.
Jake: Yes, you are.
Gillian: Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mateo: Well, at least you're telling the truth these days, Ryan. See, but I knew the whole time you were out to get her.
Ryan: "Get her"? Get her. It's not like she's a trophy that I've been looking to bag, Mateo. I wouldn't be here right now if you hadn't have treated her like trash to begin with.
Mateo: Like you even know anything about that.
Ryan: Maybe I don't. Maybe I don't. But what I do know is a million times she would have come back to you if you had just given her one inch -- just an inch. But you couldn't do that, Mateo. You blew it.
Mateo: Oh, and you had nothing to do with it? You weren't right there behind her, giving her your take on what was going on between me and her? How's a man supposed to work things out with his wife if you're sitting there whispering in her ear the whole time?
Ryan: You're not going to pin this on me, man. Because that whole time I didn't know what I wanted. Even after the kiss on the beach, I didn't know what I wanted. But now I do. And I'm going to fight for her.
[Hayley comes down the stairs in her robe]

Mateo: You see, Ryan was just telling me what he wants. I was hoping maybe you could do the same thing for me because for months you've been telling me how you needed your time to be alone, straighten things out, work the program, stay sober, and -- right now I'm finding it hard to believe all that. Was it true? Was any of that stuff ever true, or did you just want to be with him? Just tell me what you want. That's all I'm asking.

Greenlee: There's nothing for you there. It's over.
Scott: Right.
Greenlee: Come on.

Gillian: Will you be ok? This is very rich.
Jake: I know. It's very good. But I think I've had enough.
Gillian: Oh.
Jake: Not of you. Of the dessert.
Gillian: Jake --
Jake: Oh. I'm sorry. It's the -- believe me, it's not -- it's not you.
Gillian: I believe you -- only because you had to suffer through my meal.
Jake: I'm sorry. I think it's these allergy drugs that are just wiping me out.
Gillian: Come on.
Jake: Oh. It's a lousy way to end this evening. Oh. Promise me -- promise me you will never tell a soul about this.
Gillian: Well, you know, I can answer you any way I want to now, and you will never remember in the morning. Besides, you know, we have -- we have all the leftovers, so there will be other nights. Joke. It was just a joke.
Jake: I don't know about the dinner, but I'll take the dessert any day. As long as you come with it.

Hayley: I didn't want to have this discussion with you now, here, like this. But I'm not going to lie to you. I care about Ryan a lot. And it goes beyond friendship.
Mateo: Oh. Ok. Ok.
Hayley: Mateo I didn't plan any of this, you know.
Mateo: It's ok. It's ok. I'm fine. I'm ok. You just -- just do what you want.

Ryan: I'm sorry, Hayley. I know that must have been very difficult.
Hayley: Don't. Please. Could you -- could you please go, please? I just -- I want you to go.
Ryan: Hayley, I'm not going to bail on you now. You shouldn't be alone right now.
Hayley: I'll be fine. Please just go. I need you to go.