Scott: You think you can match me? Don't make me laugh!
Becca: Come on, turn around. See what I have for you.
Scott: No, not that, please! No, don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Becca: Laugh at this!
Becca: I hope you said your prayers, pilgrim.

Tiffany: Oh, Paris on your honeymoon. Oh, that must have been totally romantic. Oh, now I don't know. I mean, my honeymoon -- I mean, if and when -- because Paris sounds awesome. But then so does a Mediterranean cruise on some swanky yacht.
Janet: Mediterranean cruise sounds good, too.
Tiffany: Oh, Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt was in here talking about how fabulous it was. That's where she spent her honeymoon.
Janet: What are you talking about? You mean Opal?
Tiffany: Oh, no. The new Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Janet: Palmer got married again? To who?
Tiffany: Uh -- oh. What's her name?
Millicent: Vanessa Bennett.
Janet: What? Vanessa Bennett? I don't believe it.
Millicent: My husband and I are overjoyed. At last poor Palmer has a wife who is his intellectual and cultural equal.
Janet: You're right. Palmer never was Opal's equal in any way, shape, or form.
Miicent: Hmm, I couldn't agree with you more. I don't mind telling you I've died a thousand deaths sitting across from that woman at the country club.
Janet: Well, I'm sure you'll get along great with Vanessa. You two have so much in common.
Millicent: Oh.

Marian: Millicent, darling. It is so lucky running into you like this. It'll save you making a phone call. You're rsvp'ing about my brunch at the Chandler mansion tomorrow.
Millicent: Tomorrow? Marian, dear, it's such short notice.
Marian: Well, I had the messengers deliver it to you specially this morning.
Millicent: Well --
Marian: Well, darling, your maid Dolores said you got the invitation, Millicent.
Millicent: Oh. That invitation.
Marian: Yes, that one. Oh, please, you really are coming, aren't you?

Erica: Yes, may I be connected with Dr. David Hayward's room, please?
Erica: No. No, thank you. Wait. Yes, I would like to leave a message. Would you please tell Dr. Hayward that his evening appointment has been confirmed? Thank you.

Edmund: Poison?
David: Without a doubt.
Edmund: Alex is carrying poison in her medical bag? That can't be routine.
David: Well, I have to admit, I was a little surprised myself.
Edmund: Was it lethal?
David: Oh, I would say so. Given in the right dosage, it would topple even the healthiest specimen.
Edmund: Oh, man, I was truly hoping it wouldn't be this.
David: But you did suspect it. You took the substance without her knowledge and you had me analyze it.
Edmund: I know, but I was hoping that Alex was who she said she was and that my brother had sounder judgment.
David: Hmm. Let's be clear about something here. Just because Alex had a vial of poison in her bag doesn't prove anything.
Edmund: I realize that. I need solid evidence that she tried to kill my brother.
David: All right. How you going to get it?
Edmund: The autopsy -- she didn't want it performed. Now we know why.
David: You think she poisoned Dimitri.
Edmund: An autopsy will answer that once and for all.
David: Well, it's a bit late for that, don't you think?
Edmund: No. My brother's going to get an autopsy, and you're going to help me right now.
David: You've got the wrong guy, Edmund. Pathology is not my area. In fact, it's the last field of medicine that I would've chosen.
Edmund: You're the only one with the expertise to get what needs to be done done.
David: That's -- that's irrelevant, ok? If Alex refused to allow the autopsy the first time around, what makes you think that she's going to agree to exhuming his body now?
Edmund: I'm not going to ask Alex.
David: Ok, fine. Then you'll need a court order.
Edmund: I'm not going to get that, either. Taking the shortcut.
David: Shortcut? I'm not sure I like the sound of that.

[Edmund gets a crowbar]

David: You can't be serious.
Edmund: I'm dead serious. Now, please, help me find out what Alex has got covered up.

Alex: He knows, Sean. No, not about that. He knows I'm a physician. Oh, there's no way of stopping him. He's going to keep digging. Yes, it will mean a quick escape to England, so you'll have to have everything ready as we discussed it. I don't know. Oh, I have no idea. It could be any time now. Yes. All right. So stay in touch? Thanks.

[Alex thinks about Dimitri]

Alex's voice: Oh, it's not bad news.
Dimitri's voice: It's all right. It's all right. It's not what you wanted to say. What you wanted to say was that I was cured, that you'd save me, and all is well. Instead, you had to tell me that we're on to plan b -- and I'm sure it's a marvelous plan and it'll do really good, and then maybe there will be a plan c or d or whatever. It doesn't matter. What you have given me -- in a way, my life was over when I came to you. I was planning to go to Vadzel and end it there. I was. I was. So this -- sitting here with you -- it's a miracle. But I don't -- I don't want you to be hurt anymore. I don't want this to be harder on you. Well, I'll find another doctor. I will leave the country.
Alex: You can't.
Dimitri: Alex, it's all right.
Alex: No, it's not. It won't help. Don't you see? You could go to Ethiopia, you could go to the end of the world, and I'd still stay awake at night worrying about you. I love you. It's too late. Don't you see it's too late?
Dimitri: It's not. It's not, Alex. It -- it's just begun. It's just begun.

Marian: Simply everyone has asked me if you were going to be there, and, well, I blush to tell you that I fibbed a little and I said yes.
Millicent: Oh, dear.
Marian: I mean, after all, darling, you are the jewel in the crown of Pine Valley society.
Millicent: Oh --
Marian: Oh, no, you must know that. And it's going to be a wonderful event.
For instance, all the PHAT ladies will be there.

[Tiffany giggles]

Marian: Tiffany, that's P-H-A-T -- Preserving Historical Architectural Treasures.
Tiffany: Oh, I get it!
Marian: And, of course, Lurlene Tutwiller, the mayor's wife, wouldn't miss it.
Millicent: Oh, I detest that bald-faced social climber.
Marian: Oh. Oh, and my dear friend Erica Kane's going to be there. Hi, Erica.
Erica: Hi.
Millicent: Erica Kane is your dear friend?
Marian: Well --
Millicent: Tell me, is it true? Did she have her face healed in South America? Because I read somewhere that she's actually wearin
g an elaborate mask. Marian: Oh, well, I never betray the confidence of a close friend. But if you really want to know, I heard that this doctor that she went to was incredible.
Tiffany: Mrs. Greenlee? We're ready for your facial.
Millicent: Oh, yes. Let me look at my book, Marian. I'll get back to you.
Marian: Oh, Tiffany, I want a facial as well, ok?
Tiffany: Uh, no way, Mrs. Chandler. Only one facial at a time.

Marian: Erica, darling, would you save my life?
Erica: All right, Marian. Sure, if I can.
Marian: Brunch tomorrow at the Chandler mansion.
Erica: Oh, Marian, I don't know. I mean, I don't know if I'm free. I'll have to check my book.
Marian: Oh, please, darling? You simply have to come. Uh, for Stuart. You see, he desperately wants to get into The Society of the Preservation of Historical Architectural Treasures.
Erica: Oh, you mean, the PHAT society -- the P-H-A-T -- PHAT society. Stuart wants to join that?
Marian: Yes, it's been his fondest wish for ever so long, and he's done so much to help them over the years and he's never really been thanked for it. So I'm throwing this event so he can get the recognition that he so richly deserves.
Erica: I see.
Marian: And the creme de creme of Pine Valley society will be three but, of course, it wouldn't be the same without you.
Erica: All right, Marian. All right. I will do that because it means so much to Stuart.
Marian: Oh, it does. Oh, darling, believe me it does. Thank you.
Erica: Sure.

Woman: Telling you, men get all the breaks.
Tiffany: They do, huh?
Woman: Look at that old dog Palmer Cortlandt. Dumps a perfectly fine wife and before the divorce is even out there, he's hooked up with Vanessa Bennett. It's humiliating to poor Opal. Bet she won't find a husband so soon. Women never do.
Tiffany: Maybe Opal isn't looking.
Woman: Still reeling, huh? Oh.
Hi, Opal, honey. How are you?
Opal: I'm just fine, thanks.
Erica: Opal?
Well, why don't you just mind your own marriage? I am so sorry that you had to hear that.
Opal: Oh, honey, forget it. It doesn't matter. As long as Palmer is with that she-dog, I'm going to have a big sign that says "kick me" stuck on my posterior.
Erica: Don't you dare.

Becca: Next time you challenge me to a duel, remember I'm a country girl and my Grandpa Tyree taught me how to shoot cans off the back yard fence. All I had to do was picture you on a soda can and you're mine. Scott? You know what? It's getting kind of dark. Maybe we should go. Scott? Come on. Oh, I get it. You're dead. That's great. Come on, let's go.
Becca: Scott, come on. Enough already. Look, this isn't funny. Oh, my gosh. Did you hit your head? Scott, that better be water. Um -- um -- listen, everything's going to be ok. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Come on, come on. Let's wake up. Can you open your eyes? Scott, can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Scott: Ow! Hey, you deserved it. Shooting me and leaving me lying in a puddle of -- water, by the way, not blood.
Becca: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Scott: And after I begged for mercy, too?
Becca: I was merely retaliating against you. You were the one that started it.
Scott: Me?
Becca: Yes.
Scott: I believe in making love, not war.
Becca: Ha!
Scott: What, you don't believe me?
Becca: Never mind. But you shouldn't have pushed me off the float like you did that way in the lake. I got wet and I was already dry.
Scott: How did you expect to get back, by walking on the water?
Becca: Ok. Ok, so you're right. Ok, so I'm not perfect, like I obviously showed earlier at the TV station.
Scott: Ah, come on. I told you to forget about that. Time code thing was no big deal.
Becca: But I slowed you down.
Scott: Slowed me down? Becca, this project wouldn't be close to finished if it weren't for your great ideas and your wonderful organizational skills. I think you're just perfect. Well, except for --
Becca: Oh, except for what?
Scott: Except for those homicidal tendencies you showed today.
Becca: Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?
Scott: Yes. Towel me dry.
Becca: Towel you dry?
Scott: Well, I can hardly finish the documentary if I'm dying of pneumonia.
Becca: Oh. Well, anything for the documentary.
Becca: Uh -- don't you think --
Scott: What?
Becca: Maybe -- maybe we should be getting back?
Scott: I guess.
Becca: I know.
Janet: I just heard about Palmer and Vanessa. I can't believe it. How you holding up?
Opal: Oh, I'm fine -- except everybody asking me how I'm holding up. I mean, what do I care about that mangy old hyena? She can have him. I hope she enjoys his long toenails in bed at night.
Erica: Oh, Opal, you don't have to pretend with us. I mean, obviously you're upset.
Opal: Well, I am not upset. Well, not about Palmer. I am worried about Petey, though.
Erica: Petey?
Opal: Now that he's got himself a new wife, what is to keep him from going back to court and trying to get more -- more time with Petey?
Janet: Well, look, if that's what you're really worried about, I don't think Vanessa's the kind of woman that's going to want a child around.
Opal: Yeah, but as long as the honeymoon lasts, I mean, she is going to have to let him call all the shots. I would not be surprised to see her show up in court dressed as Mary Poppins. And if the judge is a man and of a certain age, he's going to buy her phony baloney act.
Erica: Opal, not at all. I agree with Janet. I mean, Vanessa's going to want Palmer all to herself. And if she does get sneaky, we have a secret weapon.
Janet: We do?
Opal: What secret weapon?
Erica: Well, David Hayward. I'll just get him to go to court and tell the judge exactly what kind of a mother Vanessa is.
Opal: Since when does David Hayward owe you any favors?

Edmund: Doc, you got to help me. You're the only person I can count on to get the evidence against Alex.
David: I'm sorry, Edmund. I'm not about to start exhuming bodies during my spare time. In case you've forgotten, it is illegal. I could go to jail or, worse, lose my license to practice medicine.
Edmund: Your name won't come up. I will assume full legal responsibility.
David: Are you really willing to go to jail just to get the goods on Dr. Devane?
Edmund: How can I not? Every time this woman feeds me a story and I start to believe her, I catch her in another lie. Now, why did she not tell me she was a doctor unless she had something to hide?
David: That's a good question.
Edmund: And then Dimitri's on this plane. She said, "Oh, he just died of a sudden aneurysm. He was perfectly healthy before that." And then when I corner her, she goes, "Oh, he had a fatal brain disease," and she was treating him.
David: A Prion disease, yeah. Which, by the way, if it is a lie, was a brilliant choice. Most doctors aren't familiar with it.
Edmund: You said this poison can kill a person?
David: If administered in large doses, yes.
Edmund: What about small doses, gradually. Could it fool Dimitri that he had a brain disease?
David: I -- I can't say for certain, ok? But I would guess that, yes, it is possible.
Edmund: Is the Alex you know capable of such a thing?
David: Hmm. The Alex I know is capable of justifying anything that she sets her mind to.
Edmund: Then I need an autopsy, to find the truth. Even though it's going to cause my family so much more pain.
David: Why, what are you saying? She's wormed her way into your family's heart?
Edmund: Yeah. There's people who find a connection to Dimitri in her. And Gillian -- there's a special bond with Gillian and Alex. It's going to be especially hard on her.
David: Poor Gillian. Admit it, Edmund -- for a second there, you forgot who you were dealing with.
Edmund: I know exactly who I'm dealing with. I know you don't care about my brother, my brother dying, or my family. But I do know you're going to help me because of your feelings for her.
David: What feelings are those?
Edmund: I don't know exactly. I don't know. But I saw the way she just treated you. You don't let a woman dismiss you just like that.
David: Well, as I said earlier, we had a run-in a few years back.
Edmund: What'd she do to you, doc?
David: There's nothing she could do to me. Not a woman like that.
Edmund: She get to you? Personally? No? I don't know what it was, but she got to you. And what better way to get to her than by proving she's a murderer.
David: Look, Edmund, I would love to see Dr. Devane cut down to size.
Edmund: All right. Then help me.
David: I can't. And it's not because I don't care about what happened to your brother. It's because it's none of my business. So I'm sorry. You're going to have to excuse me. I'm late for some plans I have this evening.
Edmund: You're just going to let her get away with it? You're going to let her win just like she won over you?
David: She did not win over me.
Edmund: You know, frankly, I don't care what went down with the two of you. All I know is you and me together, we can nail Alex. We can nail her. It'll benefit both of us.
David: Edmund, you're not thinking clearly here. What do you want me to do? You want me to, what, perform an autopsy? Where, right here in the mausoleum? With what, a crowbar?
Edmund: No, you don't understand. No, listen, I can get a court order for a postmortem to prove that she poisoned my brother. Now, in order to do that, I need a tissue sample from Dimitri and I need it analyzed. And I promise you, your name won't come up.
David: You just need me to analyze a tissue sample?
Edmund: Yeah. But I also need you to extract the sample.
David: We have to be careful how we go about this.
Edmund: Absolutely.
David: I mean, if the body is tampered with in any way, it could compromise the results of the subsequent autopsy.
Edmund: All right. What about poison in a hair sample? Could we just use hair?
David: Yes, we can. But we should get some fingernail clippings, too. Are you sure you want to do this?
Edmund: I don't have any choice. Let's do it quick.

Janet: I'd love to know why you think David would do us any favors.
Erica: Well, isn't it obvious? Why do you think?
Opal: We give up.
Erica: Well, do I have to remind you that David was driving the night that we ran into the truck and almost ruined my life and my livelihood?
Opal: Well, honey, I thought you kind of let all that stuff go.
Erica: Well, I have. But that doesn't mean that I can't get some use out of it, especially if it means helping you.
Opal: Well, thanks. Thanks a lot, and I appreciate it, and I hope it doesn't come to that.
Erica: No, no, no. I'm sure that it won't. But you do know where to reach me just in case Palmer acts up.
Opal: Ok.
Janet: You're going out of town again?
Erica: Oh, just a business trip. Actually, I'm going to publicize the launching of our web site.
Janet: I heard. That's so great -- the Glamorama web site that's going to sell Enchantment products.
Erica: It certainly is. We're going to be even richer.
Opal: And more famous!
Janet: That's the whole point, I guess, huh?
Opal: Yeah. Yeah. Imagine -- I, Opal, have a web site. I guess the millennium really has arrived.

Millicent: Thank you, my dear. That was most invigorating.
Marian: Millicent, darling, are you looking for me?
Millicent: Well -- Marian: You said you'd check your book to see if you were free tomorrow for the brunch.
Millicent: My book is at home.
Marian: Oh. Well, I'll call you, then. Oh, by the way, if Greenlee's available, bring her along, too. I'm sure Scott would be delighted to see her again.
Millicent: Scott, your stepson, will be there?
Marian: Well, of course. He wouldn't miss it.
Millicent: Marian, dear, it's very flattering to know that my presence means so much to you. I'm going to change my schedule and I'll see you tomorrow -- with my granddaughter.
Marian: Oh, that's wonderful. We can get to know each other better.
Millicent: Mm-hmm.

[Opal laughs]

Opal: Oh, honestly. Thank you, honey. You are the best. You know, whenever I'm feeling down, I know I can always count on you for a good laugh.
Erica: Oh. Bye-bye, Opal. Bye, Janet.
Janet: Bye.
Opal: Bye, honey. Now, don't work too hard!

Millicent: Oh, dear, we'd better hide or we'll be stuck in a long, drawn-out conversation with the owner of this place. Once she starts, she never stops.

Becca: Oh, hey, did you get my Mega Soaker?
Scott: It's in the back.
Becca: Great. Never know when a girl might need it. I mean, like, if we run into a witch or something.
Scott: Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha. All right. All set?
Becca: Yep. Next stop, Pine Valley.
Scott: Uh-huh.
Becca: Let's go.

[Engine cranks]

Scott: Or not.
Scott: Ok, start it up.

[Engine cranks]

Scott: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, stop, stop, stop. It's just what I thought. It's the fan belt.
Becca: Oh. I don't think so.
Scott: Oh?
Becca: No, nope. Yep, it's the timing belt.
Scott: The timing belt? Are you sure?
Becca: Mm-hmm. See, the crankshaft runs into the camshaft, and when it sits on the two valves, if the crank shaft isn't working, then it's not keeping the time.
Scott: How could you tell all that from back there without even looking?
Becca: Well, it has a very, very different sounds. Ok, see, a fan belt sounds more like --

[Becca makes a whirling sound]

Becca: You know, like really high-pitched? And then the timing belt is more like --

[Becca makes a grunting sound]

Scott: And that's just how it sounded.
Becca: Yeah. Yeah. I used to help my dad and my brother fix engines.
Scott: Now, that's what I call a skill. Can you fix it?
Becca: Yes. Yes, I can -- if I had a new timing belt and some tools.
Scott: Oh.
Becca: Yeah. So -- now what?
Scott: Hey, that's -- that's what cell phones were invented for, right?
Scott: It's dead. I -- I forgot to charge it.
Becca: Oh, no.
Scott: Oh, hey, see, I make mistakes, too. No one's perfect, right?
Becca: Well, I guess I feel a little bit better.
Scott: Well, hold that thought because unless a gypsy car mechanic drops by, we're stuck here for the night.

Opal: That is too funny. So Amanda made the whole thing up just to get you and Trevor over to Paris.
Janet: Well, she thought we needed a honeymoon.
Opal: Yeah, well, she was right about that. But the fact that she had the two of you believing that Tim was actually going to marry some older French woman with two kids? That's hysterical.
Janet: Trevor was so relieved it wasn't true, he didn't bat an eye when Tim asked if he could stay in Paris.
Opal: Oh, so you didn't bring Tim back with you?
Janet: No, he's going to do his freshman year there.
Opal: Oh.
Janet: You should hear him speak French. It's fabulous. You'd never believe he was from Pine Valley.
Opal: Oh, how great.
Janet: But the honeymoon's definitely over. We came back to find out that Hayley had been ill.
Opal: Oh, yeah, I know. I heard that she had collapsed. How's she doing?
Janet: She's out of the hospital and recuperating at Adam's.
Opal: Hmm. Is that the best place for her to mend? I wonder.
Janet: Well, what are you going to do? He's her father. If she wants to be there --
Opal: Yeah, you're right. I guess at least it's a nice, big place. She'll get plenty of peace and quiet, you know.
Janet: Well, let's hope that's all.
Opal: Yeah.

Marian: Oh one more thing,
Millicent -- you're not allergic to shellfish, are you?
Millicent: No.
Marian: Good. I'm going to make my shrimp puffs. I'm actually becoming quite famous for them. So, I'll see you and Greenlee tomorrow.
Millicent: I'm looking forward to it. I'll finally get a chance to converse with my friends from the preservation society. At the meetings, that awful Opal monopolizes all the conversations.

[Marian makes a phone call]

Marian: Oh, Scott, darling, this is Marian. Listen, it's important that you show up at your Uncle Adam's house tomorrow morning. Well, actually, it's more than important. It's vital, ok? So please be there. Ok, thanks. Bye.

Opal: Well, that's odd. Marian running out of here without even saying good-bye?
Tiffany: Oh, she probably had to go home and get to work. She's got that big brunch tomorrow.
Opal: What brunch?
Tiffany: Oh, for some PHAT society.

[Erica enters David's room at the Pine Valley Inn]

Erica: David?
Erica: David?

[Telephone rings]

Erica: Where are you?
Opal: Well, I'm here at the Glamorama. Where are you?
Erica: Opal?
Opal: Yeah, I called you at home, but I got your machine. Where'd you go?
Erica: Oh, I went to the Valley Inn.
Opal: Well, why? I mean, did you get hungry?
Erica: Well, I just -- I remembered that I had to tend to some affairs.
Opal: Oh. Well, listen, I won't keep you. I was just wondering, did you get an invite to Marian's brunch she's holding tomorrow out on the Chandler terrace?
Erica: Oh, yes, yes.
Opal: Well, I don't get it. I didn't get my invite.
Erica: Oh. Well, Opal, I'm sure that's just an oversight. You know Marian loves you.
Opal: Well, it is in honor of the PHAT ladies, and, I mean, you know I'm a PHAT lady from way back.
Erica: Of course you are. Look, I'm just sure that Marian assumes you're going to attend. Why don't we go together?

David: All right. Careful now. Just careful. Ok.
Edmund: Got it?
David: Yeah. All right, ready? All right, just easy. Lay it down.
Edmund: Think I'll start right about here, do the least damage.
David: All right, wait a minute, Edmund. You'd better take a moment and prepare yourself for what you're going to see here. What's under this lid no longer looks like Dimitri. Even with embalming, decomposition will have begun.
Edmund: Forgive me, Dimitri. Let's do it quick.

Opal: The way she dashed out of here, almost like she was avoiding me --
Tiffany: Who?
Opal: Oh, Marian. You know, the new Mrs. Chandler.
Tiffany: Oh. Well, did you see the way she was brown-nosing that snooty Mrs. Greenlee?
Opal: Oh, poor Marian. She's always been overly impressed with those society broads. She doesn't understand, you know, they're just folk. When I go to those PHAT meetings, I mean, they love my stories and my suggestions. Well, of course, I do have a real eye for beauty, but --
Tiffany: Well, she probably just forgot to invite you.
Opal: Now, that's what Erica said, too. Well, maybe I should call her?
Tiffany: Why bother? I bet Mrs. Chandler will be real disappointed if you didn't show up.
Opal: You think?
Tiffany: Yes. I mean, just surprise her. She'll be glad you did.
Opal: That sounds like something your mama would have said. You know that? All right. Ok. I think I will. I'm just going to go. Besides, she is going to need a friend. I mean, that awful Millicent Greenlee always sneers down her nose at Marian every chance she gets.

Becca: Well, uh, guess it's a good thing Dixie isn't expecting me tonight. She thinks I'm staying at the Glam, but Opal gave me the day off.
Scott: So no one will miss us.
Becca: Nope.
Scott: Hey, well, we're not going to starve to death. I mean, there's plenty of food in here. But, then, I suppose you could always scrounge us up some edible plants, right?
Becca: They will definitely not find our skeletons.
Scott: And I guess while we're stranded, we might as well make the most of things, right?
Becca: I mean, it's not like we're lost or anything.
Scott: Hey, y like jigsaw puzzles?
Becca: Jigsaw puzzles. Yeah, I love jigsaw puzzles. Isn't there that one of the Titanic? It's, like, a thousand pieces, 3-d, back there?
Scott: Yeah. Think you might be up for that?
Becca: It might take all -- ahem. Yes, but it might take all night.
Scott: Uh -- you chilly?
Becca: I -- actually, I am a little bit, mm-hmm.
Scott: Want to light a fire?
Becca: Sure.
Scott: Warm up?
Becca: Ok.
Scott: Ok.
Becca: Here, I'll -- I'll help you.

Alex's voice: Well, I know what I'm asking of you. I'm asking you to hope. You must. You have to hope if you're going to believe. And you have to believe if you're going to live.

Alex: Hope. Hope.

[Edmund and David open Dimitri's coffin]

[Edmund and David both gasp at what they see]

Edmund: Oh, my God!