Erica: Oh, it's so nice to wake up to your handsome face. You shaved. Feels so good. You dressed.
David: Mm-hmm. Early rounds.
Erica: Ok. Well, then come to my house, and we'll have a completely sinful breakfast that any cardiologist would deplore.
David: I'm sorry. I'm not going to be here for the rest of the day.
Erica: You're not going to be here?
David: I have to go to New York today. Don't you remember?
Erica: No, we agreed that today was a day that we were going to spend together.
David: Well, I need to take a look at that new high-definition imaging machine that the hospital ordered. You remember.
Erica: That wasn't today.
David: Miscommunication.
Erica: "Miscommunication"? I had Val reschedule all my appointments for today. There were people here from Los Angeles -- I mean, they're just waiting to have a meeting with me -- cooling their heels somewhere else in this hotel because I'm here with you.
David: People from Los Angeles? Before breakfast? Ooh.
Erica: I just can't believe how cavalier you're being.
David: Well, one might say that I learned that from you I mean, I've taken off from work on numerous occasions to be with you and found you rushing off to catch an airplane.
Erica: Oh, come on. That was completely different.
David: I really would love to spend the day with you.
Erica: Well, not enough, apparently.
David: The hospital really needs this imaging machine. It's a very important diagnostic tool.
Erica: This is always your excuse, isn't it?
David: I beg your pardon?
Erica: Well, I understand that you're a doctor. I mean, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, you have to leave if it's an emergency, if it's life and death. I understand that. I accept it. I don't object.
David: Well, that's very big of you.
Erica: But now this? No, I'm sorry. I'm not going to be stood up for hardware.

Palmer: You know, Vanessa, this really isn't necessary.
Vanessa: Freshly squeezed juice means freshly squeezed juice. Who knows what we'll get from the incompetent staff around here. There you are, darling. Only the best for you.
Palmer: Mmm. Delicious.
Vanessa: Good. Ah. Thank you. All right. I will order. He will have the eggs benedict. We will try it again. Make certain this time that the chef understands the breakfast is for Palmer Cortlandt. We'd like a little more hollandaise than yesterday, a little less than the day before. We are going to get this right yet, darling.
Palmer: Yes, Vanessa, now really -- do you really think I should be eating such a rich breakfast, I mean, every morning? After all, Dr. Hashimura said that if I --
Vanessa: Nonsense.
Palmer: Eat too much, my heart, you know --
Vanessa: I am so angry at him for upsetting you over absolutely nothing. You are strong as a bull.
Palmer: Hmm.
Vanessa: Well I know.
Palmer: Yes. Well, I am feeling very -- ahem -- healthy these days.
Vanessa: I'll have the fruit cup and dry toast. Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
Palmer: You're spoiling me terribly.
Vanessa: And I'm not about to stop. I want to make the next day more wonderful than the day before for you. So, would you like to hear what little scheme I'm hatching now?
Palmer: Yes.
Vanessa: Mm-hmm. Well, we'll throw a little party -- what am I saying? -- A huge party -- for Cortlandt Electronics because you're back in control and I want the whole world to know that you're back, better and stronger than ever.
Palmer: A party for Cortlandt Electronics.
Vanessa: Hmm.
Palmer: Vanessa, do you really think that I don't see right straight through you? It wouldn't be a party for me or my company. It would be a party for you to show the world that you have arrived.

Derek: Jack.
Jack: I would love to hear some good news, Derek. Please.
Derek: The police have had no more luck on land than the coast guard's had on water.
Jack: And the more time that passes --
Derek: Is Edmund still out here? He ought to be indoors in some dry clothes.

Jack: What do you say we get out of here, huh?
Edmund: I'm staying here.
Jack: Ok. Well, let's at least try to get something hot to drink inside of you, huh?
Edmund: I'm fine. I'm not leaving this beach until I find my brother.

[Alexandra remembers…..]

Dimitri: You tell me about the stream.
Alex: Oh. Where I used to go with my father?
Dimitri: Yeah.
Alex: Again? Well, it was most beautiful in the springtime when there were daffodils everywhere, masses of them all over the banks. They were so beautiful. My father really loved them. And the little blue ones. I forget what they're called, the tiny ones. They'd grow right down by the water's edge.

Jake: Hi. I'm trying to find out about Dimitri Marick, if anybody's heard --
Gillian: Jake, he's gone. Dimitri's gone.
Jake: I know, I know, I know. I heard. I called this morning. Dr. Silbert told me. But they haven't found him or anything?
Gillian: No. The Coast Guard's been looking.
Jake: They're looking in the water for him?
Gillian: All night.
Jake: Why? What happened?
Gillian: Well, you know, he was finally getting better. He was responding to the --
Jake: The stem cell therapy.
Gillian: And then Alex and Edmund went to check on him, and he wasn't there. And they found the sash to his robe by the window. And then they found his robe on the beach close to the hospital. And now they think that he's drowned. Oh, God. Grandmama's not going to handle this well.
Jake: Hey.

Derek: Ahem. This is Pt. Miller.
Jack: Hello, Captain.
Derek: He tells me that the coast guard have completely combed the beach, the surrounding area, and the ocean for 10 square miles.
Capt. Miller: That's the area we were told Mr. Marick could have traveled in his condition.
Jack: Ok. So, now what?
Derek: Well, Capt. Miller believes that it's time to reevaluate the current search.
Edmund: No.
Jack: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa --
Edmund: You're not giving up the search.
Derek: Edmund --
Edmund: You're going to keep on looking.
Derek: Edmund. Edmund, let him go.

Becca: You know, it's not very polite to watch people eat.
Scott: I'm not. You know, I hate it when girls are always talking about their diet. I think it's great that you eat like a normal person.
Becca: Well, thanks -- I guess.
Scott: And you don't look like a lollipop.
Becca: A lollipop?
Scott: Yeah. You know, a big round head with a little stick body? Don't you think those girls look a little ridiculous?
Becca: I guess so. But, I mean, a lot of people seem to like that look.
Scott: Name one.
Becca: Name one what?
Scott: One sane person who finds that pale, half-starved, bony body attractive.
Becca: Ok. I guess you got me there.
Scott: Aha.
Becca: Um -- you know, I was wondering -- did you used to watch Greenlee eat?
Scott: Not really. I never really found her all that fascinating.
Becca: I'll bet.
Scott: You know, Becca, Greenlee's cute, but you're unique. You know, there's a million Greenlee's out there in the world.
Becca: Maybe they should make a vaccine.
Scott: What?
Becca: Nothing.
Scott: Yeah. You said something mean under your breath.
Becca: Did I?
Scott: Yeah. I never heard you do that before.
Becca: Well, I didn't do it just now.
Scott: Was it about Greenlee?
Becca: Well, duh.
Scott: You don't like Greenlee very much, do you?
Becca: "We interrupt this program for a very important news flash" -- no, Scott, I don't.

Marian: Oh.
Greenlee: I know. I'm late.
Marian: I was getting a little worried.
Greenlee: I didn't get my wakeup call. My grandmother's maid is an idiot. I need coffee.
Marian: Well, I'm certainly pleased you asked me to have breakfast with you.
Greenlee: Oh, no food. Caffeine. Bring me a double latte with skim milk.
Waiter: Anything for you?
Marian: Oh, no thanks. I'm fine. So -- you asked me to have breakfast with you.
Greenlee: Oh. Of course. Well, my grandparents' anniversary party is right around the corner, and you promised me you'd convince Scott to be my escort. Did you?
Marian: Well, actually, no, because I haven't seen him since we spoke last. But did you get a chance to talk to your grandmother about getting Stuart and me an invitation?
Greenlee: Gran has been so busy with preparations for the party. I hope you won't wait too much longer to talk to Scott. I mean, you know, if this isn't settled soon, I'm going to have to ask someone else. The lamest sort of date is better than no date at all.
Marian: Oh, no, darling. That won't be necessary. I promise that I'm going to talk to Scott. And please don't forget to put in a good word with your grandmother --
Greenlee: Oh, of course, of course. I promise to.
Marian: Great.
Greenlee: There's another reason you have to talk to Scott as soon as possible.
Marian: Oh. What's that?
Greenlee: Well, we were so close at UCLA, and I know that we can be again unless he and Becca become an item.
Marian: Oh, darling, they're just working on that little video thing together.
Greenlee: Which means they spend a lot of quality time together. And, you know, well, she's a country girl, and I've always heard how they start young down there.
Marian: Really? I've never heard that.
Greenlee: Oh, I mean, Becca's so sweet. She's so polite when she's working at the Glamorama. You know, I just love the way that she folds towels and talks about life in the hills and about the poultices and opossums and pot luck suppers. The women there just love her. I'm sure she makes a fortune on tips.
Marian: Becca is lovely. But I agree with you that she is not the girl for Scott.
Greenlee: I didn't say that.
Marian: Well, I'm saying it, then.
Greenlee: I mean, if Scott prefers Becca, I'll bow out. But I'd love to introduce him to my grandparents' influential friends at the anniversary party. I mean, it would just launch him into the right circles. Of course, you know how hopeless Scott is when it comes to society and all that. He thinks it's such a big bore.
Marian: Yes, he sure does, so we are going to have to do something about that, aren't we?
Greenlee: But can you convince him?
Marian: Well, it's in everyone's best interest if Scott escorts you to the wonderful party. So, yes, I'm going to see that it happens.
Greenlee: Well, then, you have to do it right away.

Palmer: So you -- you don't like parties?
Vanessa: Oh. I've been to thousands of them, Palmer. I've thrown them. A typical party holds no fascination for me whatsoever. I was thinking about your business. But if you really don't want --
Palmer: You weren't really thinking about, well, a grand ballroom full of elegant people and you making an entrance dripping with diamonds from head to foot?
Vanessa: Palmer.
Palmer: And everybody making a fuss over you.
Vanessa: Well --
Palmer: And, well, the headlines in the society page the next day -- "Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt hosts the event of the season."
Vanessa: Palmer, you know me so well. I might as well be stark naked in front of you always. Right? That is exactly what I had in mind.
Palmer: Well, then, you shall have it.
Vanessa: Really?
Palmer: Yes.
Vanessa: Really?
Palmer: Mm-hmm.
Vanessa: Oh, darling, it's been so long since anyone's made a fuss over me or given me the attention --
Palmer: Or that I had, oh, a suitable companion at my side. Really a beautiful, sensuous woman, someone -- someone that, well, everyone I know would just squirm with envy.
Vanessa: Hmm. Everyone?
Palmer: Mm-hmm.
Vanessa: Or just Opal?
Palmer: I haven't thought of Opal since my last nightmare.
Vanessa: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Palmer: All right, all right, all right. Yes, it would please me -- it would please me to see the old string bean squirm at my pleasure.
Vanessa: You know something, Palmer?
Palmer: What?
Vanessa: The people who say we deserve each other -- they're right.
Palmer: We're soul mates.
Vanessa: And we will be for a very long time.
Palmer: I see no diamonds here. I think I'd better do something about that. In fact, I'll call my jeweler right away. Well, it seems that your soul mate has left his cell phone in the suite.
Vanessa: Well, go and get it.
Palmer: No, I'll get it later. It's all right.
Vanessa: Go, young man. Go. Go. Now.
Palmer: All right. You're such a greedy girl.
Vanessa: Oh. Hmm.

David: I wish I could think of a way to make it up to you, Principessa.
Erica: Yes, so do I.
David: Aren't you going to miss your devoted gondolier, Vittorio?
Erica: Oh, I have meetings scheduled all day. The Principessa has meetings all day with people from Los Angeles.
David: Hmm.
Erica: And Vittorio -- he has his medical gadgets to drool over, so I doubt that we'll even give each other a second thought.
David: Oh, I wouldn't say that. I'm going to spend every waking minute wishing that you were right beside me.
Erica: Well, you can't always have what you want. See you when I see you. Oh. I certainly hope that I don't have to remind you not to mention my name to any people that you see in New York.
David: This affair is top-secret.
David: Well, I'll see you when I see you.

{Erica stands outside of David's hotel room door]

Palmer: Erica. What are you doing on this floor?
Palmer: Are you lost?
Erica: Lost?
Palmer: Hmm.
Erica: No -- no, of course not. I'm not lost. No, no. I have -- I have meetings with people from Los Angeles.
Palmer: Oh.
Erica: Down the hall. That way.
Palmer: Oh, good. I'll walk you to the door.
Erica: No!
Palmer: No?
Erica: I mean yes. I mean yes. Of course I mean yes. It's just that I realized I am early for this meeting.
Palmer: Oh.
Erica: And I don't think it's good to appear too eager.
Palmer: Oh, certainly -- certainly not. No, no. I think it's a good thing if you kept them waiting.
Erica: I do, too. I'm just going to have a cup of coffee downstairs.
Palmer: Oh, good, good. Well, you can join us.
Erica: Ok. Come on, Palmer.

Vanessa: There you are. You may take this away. My husband had an important phone call to make.
Waiter: Certainly. I'll keep it warm for him.
Vanessa: No, you will do no such thing. You will throw that out, and you will bring in a fresh one when he returns. "Keep it warm for him." This place is more like a diner every day.
Waiter: Yes, ma'am.
Vanessa: Oh, wait! All of a sudden, I happen to be famished. I would like a dry Spanish omelet with beluga on the side. And a Bloody Mary, extra spicy. And may I please depend on you to transfer this information to the bartender -- extra spicy?
Waiter: Of course.
Vanessa: Thank you.

Greenlee: That's why you're not doing this for me. You're doing this for Scott. Where is the waiter? The service here is terrible. So, can I count on you, Mrs. Chandler?
Marian: Oh, yes, you can. But, you know, it might be a little tricky because Scott really feels that high society is a crashing bore.
Greenlee: Well, then you can find a way around him. We need some sugar substitute.
Stuart: Sorry, I'm not your waiter.
Marian: Oh. Stuart.
Stuart: I wonder if I could speak to my wife in private, please?
Marian: Oh. Darling, we were just --
Stuart: I'm sure Greenlee won't mind. Ok? Yeah.
Marian: I'll be here.
Stuart: Yeah.

Marian: Well, I thought you had that important meeting with that -- the man from Warsaw. You know, Mr. Walnuts.
Stuart: Mr. Wolnyetz. Yes. He's right here in the hotel.
Marian: Oh. Isn't that a coincidence?
Stuart: Yeah. The minute I walked in the hotel, I had that kind of radar feeling I get when I think maybe you're someplace nearby, and it was like a dolphin and his mate kind of feeling.
Marian: That's funny. I didn't get that kind of feeling at all.
Stuart: Yeah, well, maybe that's because you were busy scheming.
Marian: Stuart --
Stuart: Marian, I heard you. You and Greenlee were plotting to ambush Scott.
Marian: We --
Stuart: No, no. "Ambush" is the word. I only have one thing to say to you. No, two things. First -- forget it. Second -- don't do it.

Gillian: Alex.
Jake: Alex, do you have any idea why Dimitri left?
Alex: Yeah. I think I do.
Edmund: Alex, help me. Tell them they're making a mistake.
Alex: What?
Edmund: The Coast Guard wants to reclassify the search, and Jack and Derek agree with them.
Jack: Look, we just don't believe that it's possible that Dimitri could have survived this.
Gillian: So, what does this mean? That now they're just looking for his body?
Edmund: No, don't worry. There's no way I'm going to let them get away with this.
Alex: The Coast Guard is right. Let them change the search from rescue to recovery
Alex: Jackson, will you notify the Coast Guard that we agree with their decision?
Derek: I'll go.
Edmund: No, no. No! No! We can't let the Coast Guard change their mind. What's -- what is their criteria? I mean, they just want to save a couple of bucks? I'll finance it. I'll finance the rescue if that's what it takes.
Gillian: Yes, Alex, we'll pay. It doesn't matter how much it costs. Dimitri can't be dead. He was a good swimmer. He was a strong swimmer. He swam back and cross from the Danube all the time. I saw it with my own eyes. Come on, please don't give up hope. He might be alive on some island. Alex: Gillian, listen to me. Sit down. He may well have been able to swim a great distance, but I am afraid that he did not. Edmund: What are you saying? Alex: What I've been trying to say all along -- that he was very ill and he didn't want any of us to see him like this, ever.

Scott: So, are you going to tell me why?
Becca: Why what?
Scott: Why you don't like Greenlee.
Becca: Oh, well, you know what? She leaves the wet towels all over the Glamorama floor, and it just drives me crazy.
Scott: Wet towels at the Glamorama? That's it?
Becca: Yes, yes, that's it.
Scott: Hmm. I kind of hoped that maybe it might have something to do with me.
Becca: Well -- maybe you should win your first Oscar before you get so full of yourself.
Scott: Oh, no, no, no. You've got it completely wrong. You have to be full of yourself first or you'll never get your first Oscar.
Becca: Well, I'll make sure and remind you to leave lots of space on your mantel place.
Scott: Hmm. So, was it just wishful thinking? Because, you know, since I like you, I kind of hoped it was mutual. I guess you've noticed that Greenlee's been coming on pretty strong, huh?
Becca: Ooh, another news flash.
Scott: Well, I had one for her.
Becca: One what?
Scott: One news flash. I told her I wasn't interested.
Becca: Because of me?
Scott: Now who's full of herself? Yes, because of you.

Waiter: Your drink, Mrs. Cortlandt. Extra spicy.
Vanessa: Thank you.
[Vanessa takes a swallow of her "extra spicy Bloody Mary" and starts gasping, choking and runs out of room]

Marian: Stuart, you were eavesdropping, darling, and that's really rude.
Stuart: Well, ok. Yes, I'm sorry. No. I'm not sorry. What you did is awful.
Marian: I'm just trying to help the poor girl, darling. She's got a crush on Scott, and she wants me to get him to ask her out.
Stuart: Why doesn't she ask him?
Marian: Well, what if he says no, Stuart?
Stuart: Well, then she'll probably figure out that he's not interested.
Marian: Oh, darling, you know what it's like when you really care about someone and they won't even give you the time of day.
Stuart: Doesn't Greenlee know that Scott likes Becca Tyree? Or doesn't she care?
Marian: Well, Scott's not serious about Becca. Is he?
Stuart: Well, I don't know. It would please me right down to my socks because Becca Tyree is like a breath of fresh air and Greenlee is like a -- well, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
Marian: Oh, but, Stuart, they've been raised the same way. They have so much in common. And maybe Scott would like to go to this party. I mean, why don't we just wait and see, darling?
Stuart: No! No, let's not. Scott's love life is none of our business, and I don't want you interfering. Do you hear me?
Marian: Oh, but, Stuart --
Stuart: No, no, no, no. I mean it. If you do, I'm going to -- I'm going to -- I'm going to -- I would be very disappointed in you.

Palmer: Well, I wonder where she is.
Erica: Who?
Palmer: Vanessa.
Erica: Oh, Palmer, look, the last thing I need now is to just cross swords with your new bride.
Palmer: No, no, no. Come on. Come on now, Erica. Hot coffee here. Come on. Listen. You can always move to another table if she comes back.
Erica: Ok.
Palmer: Besides, I would consider it a favor if you would just try to be a little more civil to Vanessa.
Erica: Palmer, I cast the lone vote for you to keep you in control of your company, and now I'm pouring your coffee. I don't owe you any more favors.
Palmer: No. No, you don't. But I need this one. Vanessa is trying to make a life for herself here, but how can she possibly do it if no one will befriend her?
Erica: Well, Palmer, that's not entirely true. I just saw her the other day at the Chandler brunch, and she was just whispering like a mad thing with Millicent Greenlee.
Palmer: That woman is a friend to nobody. No. No, no, no, no. Erica, it would take somebody of your stature to get this community to accept Vanessa.
Erica: Palmer, are you kidding? You would ask me that after the way she abused my friendship?
Palmer: Listen, she came here alone without means, and she was hoping for some -- I don't know -- measure of support from her son, but he just took delight in turning everybody against her, including you.
Erica: David did no such thing.
Palmer: Well, of course you'd take his side.
Erica: Well, now, why do you say that?
Palmer: Well, you've been seeing the man socially.
Erica: Who told you that?
Palmer: Erica, you were having dinner, the two of you, in this very hotel. Vanessa and I joined you. They were sparring like cats.
Erica: Oh. Well, that was ages ago, Palmer. Palmer, I am really, really very concerned about you. I want you to be very careful. Now, you know that Vanessa has left a trail of impoverished ex-husbands behind.
Palmer: Well, I don't think Vanessa's extravagances are going to impoverish me.
Erica: Well, you are the biggest fish she's caught so far, that's for sure.
Palmer: Erica, I know exactly what she's like. Now, she's greedy and she's totally self-centered, but -- I don't know -- she makes up for it in other ways. Well, I do believe that in her own way Vanessa's rather fond of me.
Erica: Oh, Palmer --
Palmer: No, no, no, no, no. That's why it's so important to me that you kind of accept her. Won't you please just -- well, give her another chance, hmm?

Marian: Look, I -- I'm just afraid I can't get involved in this at all. So, look, why don't you talk to Scott yourself and tell him what a wonderful --
Greenlee: Will you excuse me a minute, please.
Marian: Well, I'm really so -- I'm so sorry.

Greenlee: Hello, Gran. It sounds like you're in your car. Good. Get over to the Valley Inn right away. I need you.

Erica: Palmer, I hate to disappoint you and I don't mean to be rude, but I won't socialize with Vanessa. In fact, I want nothing to do with her.
Palmer: Erica.
Erica: Even if I could forgive her for all the things she's done to me -- and I can't -- I would never jeopardize my friendship with Opal in that way.
Palmer: Oh, by all means, why should it be either- or? By all means, be a friend to Opal. I mean, I have nothing but best wishes for Opal. After all, she is the mother of my --
Waiter: Excuse me. Miss Kane, there's a message for you at the front desk. Vittorio needs to see you right away.
Erica: Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, thank you. Right away.
Palmer: Vittorio? That some fashion designer from Italy?
Erica: Actually, no. No. Excuse me, Palmer.

Millicent: Oh, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Gran, Gran. Thanks for coming so quickly.
Millicent: What is it, child? I'm on my way to my session with Dr. Habib. I've got a great deal to tell him this week.
Greenlee: Oh, but this is very, very important. Marian Chandler's been a total washout. She won't help me get Scott to be my date for the party, and --
Millicent: Enough. Let me handle this.

Marian: Millicent!
Millicent: May I sit down?
Marian: Well, yes, of course. Please do.

Edmund: Look, you may love my brother, but I know him. And this is my brother. This is his MO. He gets an idea into his head, and he plows on no matter what anybody else tells him --
Alex: That's exactly what I'm trying to say.
Edmund: No, he was wrong, damn it! And it has fallen to me -- how many times, Jack? How many times has he gone down that road and I have had to pull him back? And he comes to me and he says, "I'm sorry," and he thanks me, and he begs my forgiveness and my understanding. This is my brother. And this crazy notion that he wants to suffer in silence, all alone --
Alex: It's completely motivated by his pride.
Edmund: Yeah, but it was a mistake! It was a mistake! And if I had stopped you and I had brought him home, this never would have happened!

Jack: Well, now, do you really think that was necessary?
Edmund: Yeah, that was really necessary, Jack, and it was overdue.
Jack: Look, she is in pain, and blaming her --
Edmund: She's blaming Dimitri! She's blaming Dimitri! It was -- it was an accident motivated by, yes, his pigheadedness, which she let dictate every decision. But it was an accident. It wasn't him. It was the drugs. He was not in his right mind, all right? He was disoriented and delusional. He -- look, he climbed out that window. Now, why would he climb out that window, Jack, if he could have just walked out that door any time? He wasn't in his right mind. And there was nobody here to look after him and nobody here to stop him. And so he went into the ocean, and he walked --
Gillian: No. No, I don't believe that. Dimitri would never leave us. Never.
Jack: Look. Whatever has happed here, you loved your brother and he loved you. Now, do you really think that he would like to see you treating his widow this way?
Edmund: You tell the Coast Guard that my brother is still alive, and you tell them to keep searching.
Jake: Come on. Let me take you home

David: Buon giorno, Principessa. You got Vittorio's message.
Erica: Well, I don't have time for Vittorio now because I have meetings. I have meetings down the hall with people from Los Angeles.
David: Hmm. You don't have time for those meetings.
Erica: I'd like to know why.
David: Because you won't be here.
Erica: Two plane tickets to New York?
David: That's right.
Erica: Well, you might have told me about this earlier.
David: I might have, but I was enjoying watching you pretend that you didn't care what I do.
Erica: Well, I don't have time now because I've already had Val re-reschedule my entire day.
David: Oh, well, there's something else in there.
Erica: The opera?
David: Mm-hmm. "Turandot." It's about another Principessa.
Erica: Yes, I know. This one decapitates all her lovers.
David: Oh, no, all but the last one. He melts her cold heart with a kiss.
Erica: I --
David: All right, look. You can enter the box first. I'll join you after the overture.
Erica: You are a very bad man.
David: Mm-hmm. Call Val. Have him re-re-reschedule your day.
Erica: This tenor better be really good.

Becca: You know, you're sure to get into NYU. The documentary is so great.
Scott: You really think so?
Becca: Yeah.
Scott: Thank you. You know, there's a lot to be said for hands-on experience, though. I could just skip the whole school thing and go straight to making a real film here in Pine Valley.
Becca: But you're not going to do that if NYU. Accepts you. But it -- it would be great to have you around.
Scott: Well, there's a full year before the course begins. We can still hang out till then.
Becca: We could?
Scott: Yeah.
Becca: Well, unless Greenlee has anything to say about it.
Scott: She doesn't.
Becca: She doesn't?
Scott: Not a darn thing.

Waiter: Menu?
Millicent: Thanks, I'm not staying. I'll get right to the point. As you know, I have a soft spot in my heart for that spoiled child who's lurking in the lobby.
Marian: Oh, well, of course. She's your Gan--
Millicent: Now, Greenlee would like to have your stepson accompany her to my husband's anniversary party.
Marian: I know, but I --
Millicent: Now, 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.
Marian: Oh.
Millicent: Good day.

[Telephone rings]

Vanessa: Hello.

[Vanessa gasps]

Vanessa: It is so good to hear your voice. Oh. I had started to think you'd forgotten all about me. What? It is so good to hear that, darling. Oh.

Alex: Can't bear to look at you.
Edmund: Alex, please, don't give up hope this way.
Alex: "Don't give up hope"? Oh, you're so damn naive. Why do you persist in thinking of your brother the way he was -- the man who rode horses and played chess and danced? Because he's gone, Edmund! The Dimitri that walked out into the ocean was a confused, deranged soul, and I warned you about that. The Coast Guard isn't going to miraculously find your brother sitting on some deserted island somewhere because he's dead!
You understand that? He's dead!
And it's your fault.