Jack: Thank you, sir.
Edmund: Hey, Jack.
Jack: Edmund.
Edmund: How you doing?
Jack: Scotch rocks, I presume?
Edmund: Thank you very much. This is for you. Quarterly bank statements for the foundation.
Jack: Well, my, my, aren't we the eager beaver. I don't need these things until the end of the month.
Edmund: Well, thanks, but I'm going to be in London for the reading of Dimitri's will, and I'm not sure when I'm coming back. Cheers.
Jack: Cheers back. So, why would you go to London when all I have to do is pick up a phone, call Alex's solicitor, and have a copy of that will sent here?
Edmund: Jack, we've tried that for how many weeks? What, is he on holiday, or he's in court? For some reason, Alex's lawyer does not want me to read Dimitri's will.
Jack: Edmund, did it ever cross your mind that maybe these delays are actually legitimate ones?
Edmund: Truthfully? No. I think Alex is up to something. And I'm going to find out what it is.
Jack: I thought you two had everything out in the open.
Edmund: I thought so, too.
Jack: So?
Edmund: Well, we were on the beach the other night, and she said she was going to London. I said I wanted to come along. She made it clear she didn't want me to go.
Jack: And so that makes her what? A thief?
Edmund: Well, we already know she's a liar. What else is she hiding, huh? Hey, Jack, maybe she's trying to swindle Dimitri. Maybe from the beginning. I mean, think about it. Why would she take his case? Why would she come out of retirement and take a case that's terminal? I mean, who knows? Maybe she seduced him so she could marry him so she could be the sole beneficiary.

Alex: How is your hip? Is it ok?
Eugenia: Oh, that old thing. It's much better. Oh, that medication you prescribed for me, it's a godsend.
Alex: Excellent.
Eugenia: You know, getting old is for the birds.
Alex: Can you give me a cushion?
Gillian: Sure.
Alex: Thank you. Do you want some tea? I can make some tea.
Eugenia: No.
Alex: No tea.
Eugenia: But I would -- I'd love a glass of port, if you'd join me.
Alex: Oh, yes, that's a very good idea. I'm going to have to be quick, though, because my plane for London leaves at 9:00.
Gillian: You're leaving tonight?
Alex: Yes, I am.
Gillian: Oh. I'm really going to miss you, Alex.
Eugenia: Yes, we'll miss you very much. It's been lovely getting to know you all these months.
Alex: Believe me, the feeling is mutual.
Eugenia: Won't you change your mind? Come back after Dimitri's will has been read?
Alex: No. I don't think so.
Gillian: Oh, I really wish you would. You know, you're the closest thing to a sister I've ever had.
Alex: Oh, that's so sweet. Before I go, did Edmund tell you that Dimitri had provided for you both in his will?
Gillian: Yeah, he did. But how do you know if the will hasn't been read yet?
Alex: Dimitri told me. He really wanted to make sure you were taken care of because he loved you both very much.
Eugenia: Yes, the same way we love you.
Gillian: You know, it just feels like you've been part of our family forever, and now we have to lose you as well.

Marian: Guess who.
Stuart: Oh, I don't know. Perfume smells familiar.
Marian: Keep guessing.
Stuart: I give up. Ooh. One more. Ooh. Marian?
Marian: Oh, Stuart. Teasing me will get you practically anywhere, you silly.
Stuart: You're in a jolly mood today.
Marian: Yes, I am, aren't I?
Stuart: Mm-hmm.
Marian: Oh. You're painting Adam, hmm?
Stuart: Well, it's going to be Adam and Junior.
Marian: Oh, really? Well, not even your brother could spoil the wonderful mood that I am in today. Look at those beady little eyes. He always looks like he's plotting something, doesn't he?
Stuart: I think you're the one who's plotting something.
Marian: Me? Moi?
Stuart: Yeah.

Tiffany: Gregory's setting up for your facial, Mrs. Greenlee. He should be with you in about five minutes.
Millicent: I special ordered some European creams.
Tiffany: Oh, yeah. Becca's getting them out of the storeroom.
Millicent: Excellent.
Tiffany: So, how was the big bash?
Millicent: You mean my anniversary party?
Tiffany: Mm-hmm. Millicent: How did you know about it?
Tiffany: You spent most of the day here getting ready for it, remember?
Millicent: Oh. Well, it was a smashing success.
Tiffany: Oh.
Millicent: In spite of the rodent.
Tiffany: There was a rat at your party?
Millicent: A ferret. Some little boys let it loose. The fresh thing tried to run up my leg. It caused quite a stir.
Tiffany: That's funny, Greenlee never mentioned it.
Millicent: Well, that's because she missed the whole thing. My granddaughter and that charming Scott Chandler were disappeared for a better part of the evening.

Greenlee: Hello. Ryan, right?
Ryan: Right.
Greenlee: Yeah I met you at the station, and you were at BJ's the other night.
Ryan: Yeah. Yeah, I've been seeing quite a bit of you, too, Greenlee. And not just at the station or at BJ's
Greenlee: Really? Where else?
Ryan: If you're looking for Scott, he's not here, and I was just on my way out for a run.
Greenlee: Well, you don't mind if I leave Scott a note, do you?
Ryan: Why don't you just leave the message with me and I'll pass it on.
Greenlee: You might forget. Got a pen?
Ryan: Should I just get you another pen?
Greenlee: Oh, no. It works now.
Ryan: Oh. Greenlee: On second thought, if Scott's coming back soon, I could just wait around for him.
Ryan: Oh, I don't know when he's coming back. He doesn't clear his schedule with me. The note's probably a better idea.
Greenlee: All right, then. You can sit down. I don't bite.
Ryan: Thank you. Thank you, but I like to keep my distance from women who videotape themselves making love.
Greenlee: Scott showed you the tape?
Ryan: No. No. I saw that by accident. It must have been mixed up with some other cassettes.
Greenlee: He just left it lying around for anybody to see?
Ryan: Must have been an oversight.
Greenlee: He said he was going to burn it.
Ryan: Well, I guess he didn't get around to that.
Greenlee: How much of it did you watch?
Ryan: Hmm. Don't worry. We turned it off when we realized it wasn't the tape Becca was looking for.
Greenlee: Wait a minute. Becca saw it?
Ryan: Yes, she did. She thought it was one of the tapes Scott brought home from work. She didn't know it was a homemade skin flick.
Greenlee: Oh my God. What that poor girl must think.
Ryan: She thinks exactly what you would have wanted her to think.
Greenlee: Am I missing something here?
Ryan: You know what? You can save the little innocent act for somebody that would buy it, ok?
Greenlee: What act?
Ryan: You're not embarrassed, Greenlee. This is working out even better than you'd hoped.
Greenlee: You're crazed. Having Scott's friends see us naked?
Ryan: Scott told you he was with Becca now, but obviously you don't accept that. That's why you keep throwing yourself at him.
Greenlee: I don't throw myself at men.
Ryan: Oh? Oh, really? So what exactly are you doing here? I mean, I don't think he invited you over here, did he?
Greenlee: I don't have to listen to this.
Ryan: Wait, you're not leaving, are -- don't you want to see your star turn one more time? The tape's right over here in the trash.
Greenlee: Go to hell.
Ryan: Hmm.

Millicent: Well, I certainly hope that isn't my special order. Those creams cost a fortune.
Becca: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Nothing broke.
Millicent: I'd think Opal could afford more competent help.
Tiffany: Becca, you need a hand?
Becca: No, no, I'm ok. I'm ok.
Millicent: Gregory must be ready for me now. Oh, and if my granddaughter calls, tell her I've made a reservation for dinner at Bocaccio's at 8:00.
Tiffany: Sure. You seem really edgy today. What's up?
Becca: Nothing. It was an accident.
Tiffany: Well, it seems to me like old Millicent really rattled your cage. I mean, you let go of that thing the minute she mentioned Greenlee and Scott being together.
Becca: I could care less about that stupid party.
Tiffany: Then why are you embarrassed? I know you have the hots for the guy, but --
Becca: Don't say that, ok? I thought Scott was one of the good guys, but he's not. He is a total jerk. And if he wants to be with Greenlee, he is welcome to her.

Marian: So I thought we'd go out for dinner tonight, darling. Why don't we go to that new Pakistani place on Third. It got raves.
Stuart: You're -- you're hiding something from me. What? Come on, tell me what you're doing.
Marian: Oh, it's just that surprise that Scott and have, well, been planning for you.
Stuart: Oh, ok.

[Marian remembers Millicent 's promise]

Millicent: If you could make this happen, Marian, I am prepared to do something for you. If Scott is willing to escort Greenlee, I will personally see to it that your husband's name is proposed for membership in The Pine Valley Society for the Preservation of Historical Architectural Treasures.
Marian: You would make Stuart a member of PHAT?
Millicent: I'll do my best. And if I do that, you may be sure he'll get in.

Stuart: Where did you go?
Marian: Seventh heaven, darling. And you put me there. It's almost time.
Stuart: For what?
Marian: Ah -- never mind. I've got to run, darling.
Stuart: Where are you going?
Marian: I'll meet you back at the Gatehouse for dinner, ok? Love you a lot. Bye, darling.
Stuart: Bye.

Gillian: I'm sorry, you know, it's just all this talking about the will makes it seem so final, and I just can't really accept the fact that Dimitri's not coming back. I'm just going to go wash my face.
Eugenia: Oh, my petite just this afternoon she was fantasizing that Dimitri would be picked up by a passing ship.
Alex: Oh. She's so lovely. I adore her.
Eugenia: She's lost so much in her young life. I mean, first her mother, then Ryan, now Dimitri. And that reprobate of a father of hers, my son, well, he might as well be dead for all the attention he pays her.
Alex: I hear he was quite a ladies' man.
Eugenia: Oh, yes. The great womanizer. He couldn't resist the temptation of anything in a bedroom or in a casino. Do you know that he left Gillian with not one single penny? He's a deplorable man.
Alex: I'm sure that's why Dimitri wanted to take care of her.
Eugenia: Yes, thank God one man in the family had his head on straight. Not that Dimitri didn't have his moments. Oh, yes. Of the dead, we speak only good.
Alex: When I'm settled in London, why don't you come and visit me there. And you, too, Eugenia. And we'll go to Harrods's and go see a play in the west end.
Eugenia: What a lovely idea. Give us something to look forward to.
Gillian: I love London in the fall.
Alex: Good. That's settled, then. I'm going to have to go now. I haven't finished packing yet.
Eugenia: This is really good-bye, then.
Alex: For now, yes. You look after yourself. And I'll see you in London, ok?
Eugenia: And you look after yourself. Godspeed. Au revoir.
Alex: Au revoir.
Eugenia: Au revoir.
Gillian: I'll walk you to the door.
Alex: No, it's all right.
Gillian: No, I want to.
Gillian: You know, Alex, you're really one of the kindest people I've ever met.
Alex: You are, too. You cheer up. And I'll see you again, I promise. Ok?
Gillian: Ok.
Alex: Bye

Jack: Tell me something, Edmund. Why are you so down on this woman? She did everything she could to save your brother's life.
Edmund: That's what she says. What was really going on in that hospital, Jack? We don't know. Maybe something experimental. Maybe she was using it to further her career.
Jack: What career? She'd retired from medicine.
Edmund: Well, then why did she unretirer for my brother? I mean, how do we know? What is the truth with this woman? The only thing we know for sure is she kept him away from his family. She let us think he was dead. Right?
Jack: Yes, because that's the way Dimitri wanted it.
Edmund: What about the reading of the will? She won't let us see this will.
Jack: Whoa. You can't discuss the distribution of somebody's estate while they're still alive. You know that.
Edmund: Ok. Well, now he's not alive anymore. So what is to prevent me from seeing this will now? Come on. What is she hiding, Jack?
Jack: Look, if there is something about this will you don't like we can contest it. What I want to know is, how did this woman get so far under your skin?
Edmund: I'm tired of her controlling every situation, ok? She was married to Dimitri, what, for, like, a minute? My brother. And now she's dictating every affair of Dimitri's.
Jack: Yes. And you know why. Because she was married to your brother. She's his wife.
Edmund: And you're my lawyer, and I don't understand this. Jack -- Jack, you're the guy who filed the injunction to prevent her from taking Dimitri's body out of the country. And now all of a sudden, you're defending her. What is going on?
Jack: I am not defending Alex.
Edmund: Oh, no?
Jack: No.
Edmund: You're arguing every point I make.
Jack: That's because you're not being fair. Look, every indication I've had from this woman says she is a straight shooter. You have no reason to believe other--
Edmund: There's a lot of things she is --
Jack: Hi, Brooke. Hi, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Hello there.
Brooke: Hi.
Jack: Nice to see you.
Brooke: Edmund Edmund: Hi.
Jack: Brooke, I tried to reach you, but I guess you'd already left your office.
Brooke: Oh, really?
Jack: Yeah.
Brooke: What did you want?
Jack: Well, I wondered if maybe you'd like to get a bite to eat, but --
Brooke: Oh.
Jack: Since you two are here and we haven't ordered yet, why don't you join us.
Brooke: You know, actually, Phoebe and I were looking forward to a girls' night out.
Phoebe: We were?
Brooke: Edmund, I thought you were leaving for London tonight.
Edmund: Yeah, I am I just had some business I had to wrap up with Jack.
Brooke: Ok. Listen, I think the maitre d' has our table ready, so we'll leave you to your business. Shall we? Let's go.

Phoebe: Well, I never. Here we have two handsome, eligible bachelors at one table, and you take off in a beeline running across the room with your aunt. It's -- it's a crime.

Alex: Hello?
Stuart: Oh, here I am.
Alex: Hi.
Stuart: Alex. I was just thinking about you.
Alex: Oh, you were?
Stuart: Yeah.
Alex: Oh, wow. This is great. Is this a self portrait?
Stuart: Oh, no. No, no. That's Adam. You can tell because he stands so tall and he's bold and he's strong and every hair is in place. I mean, look at his eyes. He has a gaze like an eagle. I'm more like a chicken with his head off.
Alex: My father was a painter.
Stuart: Rely?
Alex: Yeah. Yeah. This is great. It's beautiful. You're very talented.
Stuart: Oh, thanks.
Alex: I don't have that much time. I'm just on the way to the airport. I wanted to stop by to say thank you.
Stuart: For what?
Alex: For your kindness the other day on the beach.
Stuart: Oh.
Alex: I still feel so terrible about what happened to Maximillian.
Stuart: Yeah, I thought -- I thought maybe you would. And I have something for you.
Alex: For me?
Stuart: Yeah. Just wait here. I'll get it.
Alex: Oh, Stuart. That's beautiful.

Tiffany: Now, you just sit yourself down right there and pick out a color. Now, I've got a couple of new hot ones. Now, there's Sangria.
Millicent: Ew. No. I'd look like Vampira.
Tiffany: Oh. Well, how about this one? It's all the rage in Paris.
Millicent: Charcoal gray? I think not.
Tiffany: Ok. Well, how about this one?
Millicent: Too orange. I don't see anything here I like.
Tiffany: Oh, well, let me see what else we have in the back. You want some coffee? Iced tea?
Millicent: No, thank you.
Tiffany: Hi.
Greenlee: Hi. Have you seen my grandmother? I know she had an appointment.
Tiffany: Oh, yeah. She's right over there.
Greenlee: Thanks. Gran? Ew. What is that stuff? It smells horrible.
Millicent: It's my new face mask. Where have you been? I left three messages
on your voice mail. Greenlee: I was at WRCW. Liza Chandler's been on my case to put in more hours. I swear she doesn't treat the other interns that way.
Millicent: I'll have a word with her. So, how was your date with Scott? You two were gone for quite a while.
Greenlee: Oh, that. I asked him to go upstairs.
Millicent: Greenlee. To a hotel room? You are a naughty girl.
Greenlee: I wanted him to help me bring down a gift for you and Grampy. Just as soon as we got up there, just took off.
Millicent: You mean he left the party?
Greenlee: He said he had something he had to do.
Millicent: Well, that was very rude. He was your escort, after all. A gentleman always sees a lady home after the party.
Greenlee: Yeah, well, this is the 1990s, Gran. And I did have my own car.
Millicent: So, are you cured? Ready to play the field again?
Greenlee: I can't give up until I make him see I'm much better for him than that hick from Skunk Hollow or whatever it's called.
Millicent: Well, if the old rules no longer apply, call him up, ask him over for a swim.
Greenlee: You closed the pool already.
Millicent: Oh. Well, invite him to a concert. Or fake an accident.
Greenlee: Gran, I've got to be more subtle this time. Can't you help me think of a way? You're so clever at that sort of thing. Please?
Millicent: Oh, all right. Go and have a massage, and I'll put my mind to it.
Greenlee: Thanks.
Millicent: Oh, this mud has got to come off. My face is going numb.

Marian: Oh, Millicent, darling, just the person I've been looking for. I understand there's a meeting of the PHATt committee tonight.
Millicent: So?
Marian: So I kept my part of the bargain. Now it's your turn to keep yours and make my husband your newest member.
Millicent: I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Marian: I'm talking about Stuart joining your committee. Now, Millicent, you promised that he could --
Millicent: I never did any such thing.
Marian: You told me that if I got Scott to take Greenlee to your party that you would put Stuart on one of your PHAT committees.
Millicent: Well, I may have mentioned his name, but I'm sure I never promised to make him a member. That's beyond even my control.
Marian: But you said that you would --
Millicent: The committee has to take a vote.
Marian: You know the women will vote any way you ask them to, Millicent.
Millicent: You overestimate my influence. But there may be a way we can work this out.
Marian: Oh? How?
Millicent: A simple quid pro quo. I will propose your husband for membership tonight at the meeting if you will convince Scott to ask Greenlee out one more time.
Marian: One more time? I already asked him --
Millicent: And this time, make sure that he doesn't abandon her halfway through the evening.
Marian: Scott would never do something like that.
Millicent: He most certainly did. I was appalled when Greenlee told me. I thought the Chandler men were better brought up. Of course, if Adam had raised him, he would have --
Marian: Stuart has raised Scott beautifully. He is respectful and polite and has a great sense of values.
Millicent: Evidently your sense of values is quite different than mine.
Marian: Well, maybe some kind of emergency came up that took him away from the party.
Millicent: I doubt that. And if the situation with my granddaughter is not rectified to my satisfaction, I wouldn't hold my breath about PHAT if I were you.

Scott: Hey. How was your run?
Ryan: It was good. I thought you were going to join me.
Scott: I got held up at work. Liza -- Liza, let me shoot the 6:00 News.
Ryan: That's great.
Scott: Yeah. Yeah. Any messages on the machine for me?
Ryan: No. But there's a note.
Scott: Oh. So Greenlee's been by, huh?
Ryan: Yeah. Yeah, she has. She's some piece of work. What did you do that for?
Scott: I'm definitely not going to call her. And I've told her I'm dating Becca now.
Ryan: But Greenlee still does something for you.
Scott: Well, there is something about her that's a little tough to ignore.
Ryan: Yeah. And she knows it like a shark that smells blood a mile away.
Scott: I won't tell her you said that.
Ryan: How's Becca? Where's that going?
Scott: Well, she has a different approach than Greenlee.
Ryan: That is an understatement. Must be kind of rough having two beautiful women fighting over you.
Scott: Well, they're not exactly fighting.
Ryan: No? When I saw Becca last night, she made it pretty clear that she was pretty nuts about you.
Scott: Yeah?
Ryan: Greenlee practically climbed into your bed.
Scott: I guess things could be -- could be worse.
Ryan: Yeah, they could be.

Brooke: Thanks.
Phoebe: You know, dear, you are far too young to be living like a hermit.
Brooke: What are you going to have? I know the veal piccata is always good here.
Phoebe: Stop hiding behind the menu. And don't change the subject.
Brooke: I'm not changing the subject. I'm tabling the subject.
Phoebe: You know, I don't understand you, Brooke. It's as if you took your heart, locked it up in a safety deposit box, and threw away the key. Now, if Langley and I can find love at our age, I see no reason why you can't.
Brooke: Well, there's a very good reason why I can't. I've stopped looking.
Phoebe: And we both know why, don't we? Oh, why don't we just take a good look at why so you won't make that mistake anymore.
Brooke: What do you mean?
Phoebe: Your father, my brother Edward.
Brooke: What about him?
Phoebe: Well -- I don't know why you even have to ask. You were in therapy, you know. He was a terrible role model for a young girl. An absolute perfectionist. You could never do anything to please him.
Brooke: Well, dare I ask, what does that have to do with my track record with men?
Phoebe: Well, by the time you were old enough to date, you kept choosing the wrong sort of man. You must remember Benny Sago and Dan Kenicott.
Brooke: Dan Kenicott was a very nice guy.
Phoebe: True. Much too nice. A regular Mr. Milquetoast.
Brooke: Oh -- this was years ago. You know that.
Phoebe: True, but it was only last year that Dimitri Marick declared himself to you.
Brooke: I just wasn't ready, all right?
Phoebe: Well, now you're even afraid to date, for heaven's sake, let alone make a commitment.
Brooke: I guess that would be because when I did make a commitment in the past, as in marriage, I had a few letdowns, shall we say?
Phoebe: So now you've chosen to live like a nun, hmm? Oh, why don't you just don the habit and join the sisters of Notre Dame?
Brooke: You know, you're very lucky. Men like Uncle Charles and Langley are not that easy to find.
Phoebe: But they're out there, darling. I mean, look at Edmund.
Brooke: Edmund has -- has never gotten over losing Maria. And, secondly, you know, I've been there and done that, so --
Phoebe: Well, then how about Jackson?
Brooke: Would you just stop? Please?
Phoebe: At least would you start playing tennis again at the club? Or join the Center City Ski Club if you like.
Brooke: You must really think that I am desperate.
Phoebe: I think you need to take a chance before it's too late.

Edmund: Jack, if you're knowing something about Alex, don't hold out on me.
Jack: I'm not holding anything out on you, all right?
Edmund: Jack, Jack -- Jack, I don't want any surprises when I go to that will reading. I got to protect Dimitri's family. Hell, it's my family, Jack.
Jack: All right, all right. Look, you're going to hear it soon enough. You may as well hear it from me.
Edmund: What? What did Alex do?
Jack: This has nothing to do with Alex.
Edmund: What do you mean it's got nothing --
Jack: Look, Alex thinks she knows what's in that will, but she doesn't. Not all of it.
Edmund: Go on.
Jack: When Dimitri was at Seaview, he sent a message that he wanted to see me.
Edmund: Really? When was this?
Jack: Right after the stem cell therapy.
Edmund: Why didn't you tell me, Jack? I mean --
Jack: Because it wasn't a social visit. He wanted to see me as his lawyer.
Edmund: Why would my brother need a lawyer?
Jack: Because he wanted to add a codicil to his will.
Edmund: Ok. Why?
Jack: Don't ask me that. You know I can't tell you that.
Edmund: Jack -
Jack: Attorney-client privilege. You know that, Edmund.
Edmund: Jack, come on -- Jack, let's be frank. My brother is dead.
Jack: I'm sorry, but you're going to have to wait for the reading of that will.
Edmund: So what you're telling me is I could be walking into an ambush tomorrow and you can't help prepare or defend me.
Jack: You think this has been easy? You think I've liked having to keep this from you? Do you think I've enjoyed the position your brother put me in?
Edmund: Unbelievable.
Jack: Well, look, as long as you're angry with me, let me tell you something else. I know why your brother didn't confide in you in all this.
Edmund: Oh, really? You're going to tell me that?
Jack: Yeah, I'll tell you exactly why. Because he knew that if you disagreed with what he had planned, you would argue him into the next century. And frankly, your brother didn't have the strength or the time to fight with you about this one. And I'll tell you something else, my friend. Believe me, Alex doesn't like the position your brother put her in any more than I like it.
Edmund: That's where you're wrong. Alex loved to have the upper hand. All the time.

Stuart: I had to do it from memory. Is it ok?
Alex: You have no idea.
Stuart: If -- if you don't like anything, I can fix it.
Alex: No, it's perfect. I never got a chance to see Dimitri ride him.
Stuart: Yeah, I thought that was the case. I'm sorry I made you cry.
Alex: No, it's ok.
Stuart: No, I'm sorry to upset you. You don't have to look at it if --
Alex: I love it. I love it. I will treasure it forever. I don't have that many snapshots of Dimitri.
Stuart: You thought you'd have a lot more time together.
Alex: Yeah. And now I have to leave him behind, Stuart, in that bloody ocean.

Scott: So, come on, enough about my love life. How about yours? You making any progress with Hayley?
Ryan: Yeah. A little.
Scott: Yeah?
Ryan: Well,
we had lunch today. Scott: And?
Ryan: And she asked Mateo to buy her out of the club.
Scott: That's a big step.
Ryan: Yeah, it is. It is. It's what she wants. You know, to distance herself from him.
Scott: Are you guys getting any closer?
Ryan: Yeah, we are.
Scott: Good. That's great. Unless you're taking advantage. I mean, I'm sure she's still very fragile.
Ryan: Well, as long as we're dispensing advice here, um -- I would tread lightly with Becca. She was pretty blown away when she saw that tape of you and Greenlee.
Scott: Yeah, I felt awful about that.
Ryan: Well, in that case, maybe you should get rid of this before it causes you any more trouble, huh? I'm going to hit the shower.

[Knock on door]

Marian: Hi.
Scott: Marian.
Marian: May come in?
Scott: Yeah, sure.
Marian: Thank you. Oh, you're about to watch a video. Which one is it? Maybe I've seen it and I can critique it for you.
Scott: I doubt that. What can I do for you?
Marian: Well, you've already done so much for me, darling. But, um --
Scott: But?
Marian: Well, I promise this will be absolutely the last time I ask you, no matter what she says.
Scott: Who? What?
Marian: Never mind, darling. Listen, I have one more teeny, tiny favor to ask of you.
Scott: What's the favor this time?
Marian: Um -- all right, but first of all, darling, you've got to promise you won't talk to your father about this at all.
Scott: Dad? Are you guys having a fight? You want me to play the peacemaker? Is that it?
Marian: No, no, darling, it's nothing like that at all.
Scott: What, then?
Marian: Well, I want you -- I want you to go out with Greenlee Smythe one more time, darling. Just one more time.

Greenlee: Oh, what a great massage. I'm tingling all over.
Tiffany: Leave it to Sven and his magnificent hands.
Millicent: I've put your tip on my credit card. I'm a little short on cash.
Tiffany: Oh, no problem. Can you see yourselves out? We're getting ready to close.
Millicent: Certainly.
Tiffany: Have a good night.

Greenlee: So, did you figure out a way to help me with my problem?
Millicent: I took a direct route, my dear. Scott Chandler is as good as yours.
Greenlee: Oh, you're the best, Gran. But there is one little thing I have to take care of, for insurance.
Millicent: What's that?
Greenlee: Blow the competition out of the water.
Millicent: Be careful, my dear.

Greenlee: Becca? Can we talk?
Becca: About what?
Greenlee: This is so embarrassing. I don't know how to start. Um -- I understand you saw the tape. The one of Scott and me in bed.

Alex: Do you have a tissue at all?
Stuart: Oh, here.
Alex: Thanks. Sorry.
Stuart: No, you're entitled. If you're really sorry about leaving Pine Valley, why don't you stay?
Alex: Oh, I can't. Edmund doesn't want me here. Besides, I sort of find Wildwind a little bit creepy, to tell you the truth.
Stuart: Yeah, me, too. All that dark wood and the stone. It's sort of like a haunted mansion in a scary movie.
Alex: Yeah, it is. Yes, exactly. It's very Goth. Oh, I'm going to have to run, or else I'll miss my plane.
Stuart: Well, let me drive you to the airport.
Alex: Oh, I'd love that. I have to return my rental car.
Stuart: Oh.
Alex: Sorry. This is such a beautiful drawing. It -- I'll never forget you. You're such a dear man. Thank you.
Stuart: You're a very, very special lady, too. Take care of yourself.
Alex: I'll do my level best, whatever the hell that means. Good-bye.
Stuart: Bye. Oh, here.
Alex: Oh, thank you. Good-bye, Stuart.
Stuart: Good-bye, Alex.

Edmund: Look, I got to go home, throw some clothes in a bag.
Jack: No, Edmund, don't do this. Look, spare yourself the agony. Let me get you a copy of this will.
Edmund: Oh, what, you think I'm going to miss the look on Alex's face when she finds out about this codicil? Not on your life.
Jack: All right, well, when this thing blows up in your face, don't come running back to me.
Edmund: I'm not going to have to.
Jack: Why is that? Edmund: Because I'm taking you with me.