Vanessa: Oh, of course I miss you terribly . It seems like an eternity. Darling, I know your absolutely miserable but I can't possibility get away right now. Please try and understand.
Palmer: Vanessa, who the devil are you calling darling? Hello! Hello! Who is this? Identify yourself immediately.

Tad: Thanks for the ride you want a stale bagel? Come on?
Dixie: No, I don't want a stale bagel.?
Tad: Yes, yes they're so good.
Dixie: Consider this ride by wifely duty met.
Tad: Emergency road side service?
Dixie: Yes, in the fine print of the marriage contract --didn't you read it?
Tad: The better or worse part?
Dixie: No, no, no, Section Eight, Paragraph C -- husband shall drive naughty little two-seat roadster that will be constantly breaking down -- in order to remind him of his carefree days of lost youth.
Tad: Be nice. I didn't lose my youth. I know exactly where it is. It's at home on my bedside table between my yo-yo and bubble gum cards.
Dixie: Uh-huh. "Wife shall provide curbside roadside service in order of possibly, hopefully, being introduced to new celebrity guest"?
Tad: Oh, I see. So you arranged this whole thing just so you could meet dr. Rae, right?
Dixie: No.
Tad: Yes, you did. Admit it.
Dixie: Me get up in the middle of the night and slash your fan belt?
Tad: How pathetic, honey.
Dixie: Never.
Tad: You don't need to finesse your way into the set.
Dixie: I don't?
Tad: No. You got an in with the host.
Dixie: I do?
Rae: Hey, hey, hey, young lovers.
Tad: You made it.
Rae: Yes, I did. I guess you heard about my little adventure in Llanview.
Tad: Yeah, yeah, I did. Are you ok?
Rae: I'm fine. Happy to be here.
Tad: Welcome to "The Cutting Edge."
Rae: Thank you.
My God, how long has it been, anyway? And round it off to the nearest zero, please.
Tad: Well, since -- since you were the Love DJ. On WBAY in San Francisco, right?
Rae: And you were the lord of the vineyards in Napa.
Tad: That's right. That's right. Dr. Rae did this segment on seduction. What was it called?
Rae: "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and --"
Tad: "And me," yes. Little old winemaker me. I don't want to brag.
Rae: Yes.
Tad: Really was a lifetime ago.
Rae: Yeah. We've come a long way since sunny California.
Tad: You have too.
Rae: What?
Tad: Well, my God, you're, like, the queen of the syndicated talk shows.
Rae: What about you? You're the darling of the affiliates. I mean, look at this studio. Is this yours?
Tad: No, not yet. I mean, it hasn't got my name on it, but they do let me have fun.
Rae: Wow. You know, you're doing better than most.

Dixie: Introduce me or something.
Tad: Oh, yeah. Dr. Rae, I would like you to meet my wife. This is --
Dixie: Dixie.
Tad: Dixie, right.
Dixie: Hi.
Rae: Lovely wife, the soul mate, the partner. You know, it took you around a long time to get back together again. I'm glad you did.
Dixie: How do you know so much about me and Tad?
Rae: Well, I'm "a relationship expert." What that means is that I know when couples have got it bad.
Tad: But that's good, right?
Rae: That's good. In fact, you're the kind of stuff dreams are made of.
Dixie: Aww. That's nice.

Alex: It's your fault. You drove Dimitri to his death.
Edmund: You're blaming me?
Alex: Yes. You had to have everything your way, to hell with your brother's wishes.
Edmund: I wanted him to live.
Alex: Oh, you just forged ahead as though no one else mattered. You insisted on that treatment against --
Edmund: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Alex: My better judgment.
Edmund: Whoa. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. We both wanted that. We were scared, and he was dying. We both grabbed at that treatment.
Alex: Yes, I was scared. And I was so damn tired of fighting you. And so we go ahead. And the little progress he made, that wasn't enough for you. No, you saw that as a fait accompli. But he was so weak and frightened, and he couldn't face going home.
Edmund: Well, that's too damn bad because it would have saved his life.
Alex: His life was over for him. Don't you get that? Shipping him back to Wildwind -- what for? To be tended like a little vegetable in the garden? You think that's what he wanted? Is that the quality of life your brother deserved? I don't think so.
Edmund: He deserved a chance. When I was in that aqueduct and I was dying, he saved my life and I told him, "No, no, go on, save yours." But no. He kept diving. He risked his life.
Alex: Yes, of course he did because there were things that were more important to him than his own life. There can be dignity in death. And he was ready to die, and you prolonged his agony. Why? So that that little girl Maddie could go and visit him in the sickroom and be scared to death? He could barely lift his head off the pillow, but he could see the pity in your eyes, and he hated that


Rae: Do you remember when the two of us were sitting in that booth after the show had been ended and --
Tad: Oh, yeah, sure.
Rae: We were lamenting our sorrows? We had that great bottle of wine, that Orsini --
Tad: The Beaujolais.
The Orsini Beaujolais. Yeah. I remember that. The pathetic thing was they weren't even my sorrows. I thought I was somebody else.
Dixie: You did.
Rae: He was a little confused back then.
Tad: Confused.
Rae: But you were always swimming around in his subconscious.
Tad: Oh, you betcha. Just like a mermaid with great fins.
Rae: He only jokes because he cares about you so much.
Dixie: I know.
Rae: Oh, you know what? I'm really happy for you.
Tad: I guess you're a sucker for a happy ending, huh?
Rae: Leave me alone. Now, you know what? Most people moan about global warming or high prices or politics. You know what I think the real threat of our survival is? It's that we don't know how to care for each other anymore. Couples like you guys give me hope. So I want you to go out there and show everybody how it's done. Ok.
Tad: We're trying. Just do me a favor.
Rae: What?
Tad: Say that on the show. Don't say that to her. So, what's going on in your life? Come on. Who's the happy guy?
Rae: Oh, no, no, no.
Tad: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Rae: You don't want to talk about my love life.
Tad: Yeah, I do.
Rae: No, you don't. You would need two weeks and a jug of martinis. And, oh, yeah, I think we have a show to do, no? No show?
Tad: You're right. We do.
Rae: Ok.
Tad: Matter of fact, I got to get on the phone and get Liza down here.
Rae: Liza Colby Chandler?
Tad: Yeah, yeah. She's my boss. Terrific woman. I hope you like her. And I hope you don't mind -- she likes to be on the floor when we tape.
Rae: No, no, no. Not at all.
Tad: Ok, great. Rae: She wouldn't be related to Adam Chandler, would she?
Dixie: Oh, yeah, she's his wife. Do you know Adam?
Rae: No. Only by reputation.

Adam: Well, I missed you at breakfast.
Liza: I got an early start so I could take Colby to the petting zoo this afternoon.
Adam: Why don't I revise my schedule and join my two pretties.
Liza: Whatever. Sure.
Adam: Unless Jake Martin is going to be there, of course.
Liza: You know, it's pointless to have another go-around with this. Jake is Colby's father. There's nothing you can do to change that.
Adam: It's amazing to me how you manage to work that into every conversation.
Liza: Adam, it's a fact of life. Accept it.
Adam: Liza, I love that little girl, and I want to be part of her life -- a big part -- in a way that I could never be with Hayley and Skye and Junior.
Liza: Well, no one is shutting you out.
Adam: No one is -- Jake has made it quite clear that he doesn't want me to be any part of raising Colby, and you've sided with him.
Liza: I have not sided with him. There are issues concerning her welfare, her future. Those are decisions that should be made by me and by Jake.
Adam: But I have no say in them whatsoever? What if -- when she gets older, what if she points to me one day and says, "Mommy, who's that man over there on the sofa?"
Liza: What's wrong with being her stepfather?
Adam: As it's defined in this family, it's one giant step away from Colby. A giant step down. All rights and responsibilities revoked, all paternal instincts denied. Based on what?
Liza: On the fact that Jake's name is on Colby's birth certificate.
Adam: I'm her father! I mean I feel like her father in every way that counts.

[Telephone rings]

Liza: Wait. We're not finished.
Liza Chandler. What? Well, wait, wait, wait. This is legit? You're kidding. Uh -- no, no. Please let me know. Thank you for calling.
Adam: What was that?
Liza: It was Jake. Dimitri Marick has disappeared into the ocean. They think he's dead. The coast guard is looking for his body.
Adam: He's dead again?
Liza: Apparently.

Edmund: Dimitri's gone. And if there's anyone to blame, it's you.
Alex: Oh, I did everything I could.
Edmund: You kept him from his family. If you had let him be treated at home, he would still be there, safe and protected.
Alex: He didn't want that.
Edmund: He didn't know what he wanted. He was too sick to know it.
Alex: No, not in the beginning he wasn't. He was very lucid. No heroic measures were to be taken.
Edmund: "Heroic measures"? Keeping a man safe in his own bed?
Alex: He left that room on purpose. It wasn't the drugs. He wasn't hallucinating.
Edmund: No, he was alone, he was frightened, and he was -- look, I don't care what you say. I know him. He wasn't himself, ok? He just -- he was morbid. He was -- he was wandering. He needed his family. He needed Peggy to give him soup. He needed Eugenia to make him laugh. He needed Gillian to read him a story. He needed love around him.
Alex: How dare you.
Edmund: I loved him, and I let him down. Don't you understand? Because of you. Because of you and your promise and your damned certainty. He's out there clinging to a rock somewhere, waiting for us to rescue him. But there's not going to be a rescue. No. No. Alex made certain of that. She called off the search. Alex knows what's best. It's over. She's done. Dimitri's dead. And you --
Alex: Damn you!
Edmund: Pulled the plug on him! You killed my brother!

Palmer: All right, speak up. Who is this?
Vanessa: Palmer, for heaven's sakes, give me the telephone. You're making a spectacle out of both of us.
Palmer: Better a spectacle than a cuckold.
Vanessa: What? A cuckold?
Palmer: Admit it. I caught you rekindling a romance with an old flame.
Vanessa: Darling -- darling, did you hear that? Palmer thinks you and I were lovers. Hello? Well, she ran off. Can hardly blame her, can you?
Palmer: And who's "her"?
Vanessa: Bunny Wainwright of the Newport Wainwrights, an old school chum.
Palmer: She's the one you were calling "darling"?
Vanessa: Why not?
Palmer: Well, you could have said that.
Vanessa: Well, you didn't give me a chance.
Palmer: Oh. I apologize.
Vanessa: For what? For proving you care?
Palmer: Oh, no, I just went too far what can I do to make it up to you?
Vanessa: Kiss me.
Palmer: Well, that's easy enough.
Vanessa: Well, there's one other thing you could do to make it up to me. Just show me some trust.
Palmer: Ah, my --
Vanessa: Palmer, I need some money.
Palmer: Of course you do, darling. Of course you do. Well, I'll call the bank, and I'll have them transfer some money to your account. How much do you need, darling?
Vanessa: $50,000
Palmer: 50,000? That's -- that's hardly petty cash.
Vanessa: I realize it's a great deal of money, Palmer, and I'd never ask if it wasn't a matter of life and death.
Palmer: Life and death, or is it diamonds and rubies?
Vanessa: Palmer, it's medical reasons. Hospital lab tests, hospital expenses --
Palmer: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, darling. It's not your heart?
Vanessa: Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Forgive me if I frightened you. No, no.
Palmer: Then you're not ill?
Vanessa: Oh, no, no, not me. It's bunny.
Palmer: Bunny?
Vanessa: My friend bunny.
Palmer: Bunny Wainwright of the Palm Beach Wainwrights needs my money?
Vanessa: Newport, not Palm Beach, darling. And, yes, she is absolutely desperate at the moment.
Palmer: What'd she do, sniff her fortune up her nose, or did she lose it at the gaming tables?
Vanessa: Neither. Bunny is a Wainwright only by marriage, Palmer, and her husband has just left her. And -- well, he left her for a -- well, I guess you'd have to call him a showgirl. Not that there's anything wrong with that in the world, but Rheinhold has left her without a cent. She is not only emotionally devastated, she is destitute as well.
Palmer: Well, that's absolutely shocking.
Vanessa: Well, I've suffered her humiliation. My last husband had a roving eye and hands to match and left me absolutely penniless.
Palmer: Yes, well, I know what it's like to start over at our age, so here's what I'm prepared to do.
Vanessa: Any check should be made payable to cash.
Palmer: No, no. No, no. No. No. I will connect your friend with Harry Sykes. He's a topnotch divorce lawyer, and he will wait until the case is settled before he asks for his 60%.
Vanessa: Palmer, you're a darling. But, you know, you know this even better than I do -- with a sizeable estate like this, they can drag this thing on and on and on. They could take years to get it through the courts. And I'm afraid, well, Bunny doesn't have that kind of time.
Palmer: Oh?
Vanessa: The decline was gradual but very steady. First there was the dizzy spells. Then the disorientation, the memory loss. The doctors -- well, they found the brain tumor. It is completely operable. And the prognosis is actually excellent. But bunny doesn't have any medical insurance or any money.
Palmer: So she asked you for a loan.
Vanessa: Oh, no, no, no, darling. She would never ask me for that. If I had it, Palmer, I wouldn't hesitate for one second. And, darling, I can understand if you refuse. I can. I mean, who is she to you? No one. She's just my best friend. She's like a sister to me, and I --
Palmer: No. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, darling.
Vanessa: Making a scene --
Palmer: No, no, no, no. Look, look, look, look, look. Now, here. Did you say 50,000?
Vanessa: Yeah.

Tad: So, Dr. Rae, if it's ok with you, I think we've got time for one more phone call.
Rae: Great.
Tad: Good. Go.
Rae: Hello. Caller, are you there?
Tad: Hello? Caller, you're on the air with Dr. Rae Cummings.
Opal: Hello?
Rae: Yes, hello.
Welcome to "The Cutting Edge."
Opal: Am I on the air?
Rae: Yes, you are. How can I help you? What's your name?
Opal: Ruby. I've got a question for Dr. Rae.
Tad: Uh -- Ruby, forgive me, but your voice sounds awfully familiar.
Opal: It does?
[Disguised voice] Well, folks tell me I sound the spitting image of Dinah shore.
Tad: Ok. What's your problem, Ruby?
Opal: Well, my no-good ex and his new wife are doing their level best to ruin me and my reputation.
Rae: What exactly is it that they're doing?
Opal: [Normal voice]
They're spreading lies. They're badmouthing me around town. That she-devil even got my best friend to turn on me. What do you think of them rotten apples?
Rae: Well, I don't think you should pay attention to what they say or do. If they want to sling mud, your ex and his wife, then they're the ones that are going to look dirty.
Opal: But what about my friends?
Rae: Well, your friends, if they're your real friends, are going to stand by you. And if they don't, then who needs them, right? And, Ruby, remember -- living well is the best revenge.
Opal: Uh-huh. Well, thanks for reminding me. Bye.
Tad: So long, Mama. I love you.
Opal: Oh, honey, I love you.
Tad: I'm sorry. Got her. Well, the hour's just flown by. Is there any chance we can con you into coming back and doing this again?
Rae: I would love to.
Tad: Terrific. Want to do me a favor?
Rae: Sure.
Tad: Sign off for us.
Rae: If you're here and you're hip and if it's happening, you're on "The Cutting Edge."
Tad: She's better than I am.
Rae: I am not.
Tad: Bye, folks.
Rae: Bye-bye, everybody. Thank you.
Man: And we're out.
Tad: Come here. You were terrific.
Just terrific. Rae: Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you. Was that really your mother?
Tad: One of them.

Dixie: Yeah. Poor Opal, huh?
Tad: She's ok. She's just going through a rough time. I swear, every time we open the phone lines, she calls up with a different alias -- Pearl or Jade or Jewel.
Rae: She sounds like a real character.
Tad: Oh, you have no idea. Listen, thank you so much for schlepping down here from Llanview, especially after what you've been through.
Rae: I would schlep for you anytime. And, Dixie, it's a real pleasure to meet you.
Dixie: Thank you.
Rae: And whatever the two of you are doing, just keep it up, all right?
Dixie: Ok.
Tad: That's my mantra.
Dixie: Oh. Remind us to laugh.

Liza: Great show.
Tad: Well, I was wondering when you were going to make an appearance.
Liza: Oh, yeah?
Tad: Dr. Rae Cummings, this is the Liza Colby Chandler.
Rae: Hello. Nice to meet you.
Liza: Nice to meet you. I'm a big fan. My husband's a fan. We were watching backstage.
Rae: Thank you. Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Liza: Yes. Actually, words like "feelings" and "relationships" -- usually he goes running for the television to change the channel.
Rae: Well, that's a typical male response, yes.
Liza: But he sat there. He didn't even fidget.
Rae: Wow. Well, that great high praise. Thank you again. Listen, I'm sorry, you know. I really have to run. But I could use a telephone, maybe, before I leave? Is that possible?
Liza: Oh, sure, sure. My office. Double doors. Go right through there. First door on the right.
Rae: First door on the right.
Liza: Yes.
Rae: I'll find it. Ok., Thank you. Thank you so much both of you, all right?
Dixie: Thank you.
Rae: And nice meeting you.
Liza: Nice meeting you.
Rae: Thank you.
Tad: See you.
Dixie: Bye.
Tad: Well, follow you in the car?
Dixie: Oh, stop.
Tad: Come on. Come on, come on.
Dixie: Thank you. Bye, Liza.
Liza: Bye.

David: Hello, Liza.
Liza: David. What are you doing here?

Rae: Knock, knock.
Adam: Dr. Cummings.
Rae: Adam Chandler, right? Well, I understand you enjoyed the show. Your wife told me that you usually don't go in for that touchy-feely sort of thing.
Adam: Well, most of it's mindless psychobabble. But you seem authentic.
Rae: Thank you. People, I think, want three things -- to be validated, accepted, and loved. I just can't figure out why we always make everything so complicated.
Adam: The nature of the beast, I suppose.
Rae: Ah, yeah. You know, that kind of reminds me of someone -- Daniel Faulkner. I think you know him, don't you?
Adam: Know him? I hate, despise, and loathe him. He's a backstabbing liar and a thief.
Rae: I had a feeling we might agree.
Adam: Yes. How do you know him?
Rae: Well, that backstabbing, lying thief happens to be my husband.

Marian: Oh, look, darling. Oh, be careful. We finally found the perfect spot. Come on, help me open up the blanket and lie it down right here.
Stuart: Look at the light on the water. It's like a million little puddles of sunshine.
Marian: Stuart, the blanket.
Stuart: Yeah. Yeah.
Marian: Come on, grab an end, grab an end.
Stuart: Blanket, yeah. I want to paint before we eat.
Marian: Ok. But don't you think we should work up an appetite first?
Stuart: Well, no. Don't want to lose the light. You look so beautiful.
Marian: Darling, do you realize that you have painted me in the early morning light, shimmering in the moon glow, and everything in between? Aren't you getting tired of this old model?
Stuart: Oh, no. No, any other model would come out looking just exactly like you. I'm going to keep painting you over and over and over until the day I die.
Marian: I love you, darling. Ok, how do you want me to pose? Do you want me to rise up out of the water or -- oh, I've got a better idea, darling. Close your eyes.
Stuart: I can't paint with my eyes closed.
Marian: Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to.
Stuart: Ok.
Marian: Now, close them right now. Ok?
Stuart: Ok, they're closed.
Marian: Just keep them closed. I'll tell you when to open them.
Stuart: Ok.
Marian: Ok?
Stuart: Can I open them?
Marian: No. Do not open them. I will kill you if you open them right now. Ok? Do not open them.
Stuart: Don't run away.
Marian: This is very difficult. You'll see in a minute. Ok, keep them closed. Ok. All right. Oh, boy. Oh, boy, I'm too old for this. Ok. All right, don't open them yet. Don't open yet. Ok. Ta-da. You can open them.

Gillian: Oh, Dimitri.
Gillian: Alex, where have you been? I've been so worried.
Alex: You needn't be. I'm ok.
Gillian: This is the worst day of my life, so I can only imagine what you're feeling.
Alex: I'm fine, darling. I'm fine.
Gillian: Can I make you some tea to warm you up?
Alex: No. I need to cool off. Maximillian's saddled outside. I'm going to go for a ride.

Edmund: Where is she?
Gillian: Alex?
Edmund: She's not going to get away with this.
Gillian: Get away with what?
Edmund: Gillian, look, I know how much you love Dimitri.
Gillian: She loves him, too.
Edmund: She's got a funny way of showing it.
Gillian: Edmund, she's completely destroyed.
Edmund: Somehow I doubt that.
Alex: I'll be back when I've ridden.
Edmund: You're upset. You're going to spook the horse. Stubborn b - .
Gillian: Edmund, I have a bad feeling about this. Please go after her. For Dimitri.

Stuart: Are you ok?
Marian: I'm perfect, my darling. Why do you ask?
Stuart: I didn't want you to get windburn.
Marian: Oh, the ocean breeze is heavenly. I love the way it feels on my skin.
Stuart: Lucky wind.
Marian: Oh, Stuart, this is such a glorious day.
Stuart: Yeah.
Marian: Do you realize that I simply don't have a care in the entire world?
Stuart: Well, that's because you decided to live and let live.
Marian: Oh, really? And when did I decide to do that?
Stuart: Yesterday when you agreed not to get mixed up in Scott's love life. Hmm? Let nature take its course. Marian, your face got all cloudy all of a sudden. Is there something wrong?
Marian: What could be wrong on such a glorious day? No. Nothing.
Oh, Stuart, look. There's a woman riding horseback down along the shore.
Stuart: I can't see it.
Marian: Oh, what a vision. Her hair is flying in the wind, and the ocean spray and sand are flying. And it looks like the horse and the rider are one. Oh. Oh, no. The horse is rearing up on its legs. Oh, Stuart, he's thrown the rider.
Stuart: What?
Marian: Oh, my God. She's lying on the sand. She's not moving. And the horse is limping. He's injured, Stuart. The poor creature must be in pain. And he's nuzzling her. He's trying to wake her up. Oh. Do something, darling. Do something.
Stuart: Yeah, I'll go down there and see if I can help.
Marian: You go down, and I'll call -- I'll call 911 on our cell phone. Ok?

Liza: Oh, David, I can't. I'm swamped.
David: I was just following up on that stem cell business.
Liza: It really doesn't concern you.
David: Well, Edmund did get me involved, so I was wondering if the procedure was a success.
Liza: Obviously you haven't heard that Dimitri died. At least he's missing and he's presumed dead.
David: I had no idea. His family must be devastated.
Liza: Oh, I imagine, yes.
David: Well, perhaps if Colby's genetic material had been compatible --
Liza: No, it was. At least it was close enough to green-light the treatment.
David: So you ran the tests? All the genetic tests?
Liza: We ran the tests. You know, I'm really busy.
David: I'm sorry it didn't work out. I know that Adam was just not too thrilled about giving away Colby's stem cells.
Liza: Well, Adam is not Colby's father. Jake is. And he was fine with it, really. And -- I have work to do. Excuse me.
David: Oh, Adam. You dodged another bullet.

Rae: Let me try and shorten an ugly little story. My husband didn't come home one night. And silly me, I decided to do a missing persons report. And several days later when the police showed up, I really did expect the worst but Daniel wasn't dead. He had just skipped town with all the money he had taken from his investors.
Adam: Yes, a consortium of heavy hitters.
Rae: Yes.
Adam: Myself among them.
Rae: I'm afraid you were taken in by a real con artist.
Adam: Yes. Well, his portfolio and his credentials were quite impressive.
Rae: I know. If it makes you feel any better, he took a big chunk from me, too.
Adam: You know where he is?
Rae: No. I was hoping you would.
Adam: No. I put my people on it. They didn't come up with anything. As far as I'm concerned, it's just a bad business deal.
Rae: You never filed charges?
Adam: Faulkner had too big a head start.
Rae: Oh, come on. You haven't just given up, I hope. I tell all my listeners that the bad guys never win.
Adam: What makes you assume I'm not a bad guy?
Rae: Well, let me put it this way. I think I'll take my chances if it means that I'll see my husband again -- behind steel bars.
Adam: All right, I'll help you if I can.
Rae: Good.
Adam: But I'd appreciate it if you'd keep it to yourself. My credibility could be damaged if word got out that I had been taken by your husband.
Rae: I understand.

Liza: Dr. Rae, I see you've met my husband. You guys look awfully chummy. Did you find that you two have something in common?
Adam: I was about to ask Dr. Rae if she'd run into Skye in Llanview.
Rae: Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. Oh, what a beauty. At war with herself. I just hope she can work through her marital problems.
Adam: She's married?
Rae: Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew.
Adam: No. It's a bit of a shock, actually.
Rae: Well, it seems to be for her husband as well. I am sorry. I don't have any of the details, really.
Adam: Damn it. She's -- I'm her father. She should -- I should be the first to know, not the last.
Liza: Adam. Adam --
Adam: No, not now. My daughter needs me. The only one who does.

Rae: Well, I think I'd better be going. It's a long drive back to Llanview.
Liza: Actually, what were you and my husband whispering to each other?

Vanessa: Oh, thank you, Palmer. This is going to mean so much to dear Leo.
Palmer: Leo?
Vanessa: Bunny. Bunny, nee Leora. That's a pet name for her.
Palmer: Leo. I would have thought Bunny would be enough.
Vanessa: Listen, darling, I have so much to do. I've got airplane reservations to make. I've got to pack. I've got to exchange dollars for francs.
Palmer: Where are you going?
Vanessa: Well, I'm going to the Weisswald clinic in Zurich. I mean, Bunny's staying there. It's a terrible time for her to be alone.
Palmer: I'll tell you what. I'll go with you. We'll get in some skiing, huh?
Vanessa: Darling, you think I could go shooshing down a hill with Bunny fighting for her life in a hospital? Please. No.
Palmer: Well, I'll tell you, I'll hold your hand while you hold hers.
Vanessa: That's very sweet of you, Palmer, but I know how doctors and hospitals make you very nervous.
Palmer: The only doctor who makes me nervous is your son. He's not going to be there.
Vanessa: Darling, I still can't ask you to neglect your business just to cheer me up. No. I'll tell you what. Let's just think about my homecoming. Let's think about what a good time we're going to have making up for lost time.
Palmer: Oh, all right. Go alone. Go on, go on. Sooner you leave, the sooner you'll get back.
Vanessa: I knew you'd understand. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to bring you back a pair of those Lederhosen.
Palmer: Ooh.
Vanessa: But no cuckoo clock.
Palmer: No, no.
Vanessa: Can't stand cuckoo clocks.
Palmer: I'll be counting the hours, darling.
Vanessa: And I'll call you just as soon as I bounce back from jet lag.

[Palmer on the phone after Vanessa leaves]

Palmer: Your passport in order? You're going to Switzerland.

Paramedic: Well, no apparent fractures or broken bones here.
Second paramedic: We can't rule out concussion.
Alex: I fell on my backside, not my head. Can you see Maximillian from there?
Paramedic: We're concerned about internal injuries here.
Alex: My blood pressure is steady, and my head is clear. Ah!
Paramedic: That hurt?
Alex: Yeah. I guess I've sprained my wrist. But other than that, I'm fine. Can you see the horse --
Paramedic: We're taking you in for neurological testing.
Alex: I am a doctor. Listen to me. I don't want any treatment.
Paramedic: Most doctors are patients from hell, all right?
Alex: Thank you.
Paramedic: I'll radio dispatch we're on our way.
Alex: I'm not going anywhere. I just had the air knocked out of me. I need to rest for a minute.
Stuart: Look, fellas, I know you have to be really extra careful, but Dr. Marick knows better than anyone how she's feeling.
Paramedic: Hey, buddy, you want to help? Why don't you go tend to that lame horse over there and let me do my job.
Marian: How dare you speak to my husband like that. This is Mr. Stuart Chandler.
Stuart: It's ok.
Paramedic: Adam chandler's brother?
Marian: Adam is Stuart Chandler's younger brother by five minutes.

Stuart: Marian. Marian, I don't need you to build me up to everyone like that.
Marian: Stuart, why can't everyone in the world see you the way I do? You are such a beautiful man.
Stuart: I don't need everyone to see me the way you do. Just you.

Alex: I know you guys are just doing your job, and I do appreciate it, but, really, I'm fine. I've taken much worse falls than this. So you guys can just go. Thank you.
Paramedic: If you say so.

Rae: Liza, we were just -- we were just talking. Why would you think it was about something else?
Liza: My husband is a quick-change artist. He changes the subject when it doesn't suit him.
Rae: Husbands and wives really shouldn't keep secrets from each other.
Liza: Well, then why don't you tell me yours.
Rae: Would you be offended if I made an observation? You don't trust your husband. You shouldn't be surprised by that because this is what I do for a living and I'm actually pretty good at it. Except did you ever hear that old saying "Doctors who treat self have fool for patient"? Unfortunately, that's me. You really do want to know what I was talking to your husband about, don't you?
Liza: I don't know. Do I?
Rae: Ok. We're strangers connected by a twist of fate.
Liza: What's the connection?
Rae: My husband, Daniel, conned both of us. And then one day he just disappeared. And I don't know why.
Liza: I'm sorry.
Rae: Yeah. Thank you. So am I. Truth is I should have known who he was. You know, over scrambled eggs one morning when he didn't act quite like himself, or at night when I reached out and he pretended to be asleep. I ignored all the warning signs. But Daniel didn't lie to me. I lied for him. I lied to myself. Love can't live on lies. But I think you already know that, don't you? If you're having doubts about Adam, you make him tell you the truth. It'll save you a lot of heartbreak. Nice meeting you.

Adam: Skye? What's this I hear about you getting married? Never mind. Is it true? Why am I always the last person to hear about these things? Who's the lucky groom? I'm not being sarcastic. I'm being a father-in-law. A doctor? My God, are you trying to find yourself another Kinder?

Marian: Wait, let us help you.
Alex: No, please. I'm fine.
Marian: Watch yourself.
Alex: Thank you. Thank you. Did you find maximillian? Is he all right?
Edmund: Yeah, I found him. His leg is broken.
Alex: Oh, no, it isn't.
Edmund: He's lame and he's suffering, and I'm going to have to put him down.
Alex: No. No.