Tad: [Indian accent]
Would madam care for something to nibble before we take off?
Dixie: Oh. What did you have in mind, Sahib?
Tad: Well, today we have pretzels.
Dixie: Oh, fantastic. But, you know, I prefer the earlobe.
Tad: [Normal voice]
ooh, those are very good, too.
Dixie: Mmm.
Tad: Oh. Le rowl.
Dixie: So, what are we doing in Adam Chandler's plane?
Tad: Liza let me borrow it, along with the pilot.
Dixie: Uh-huh. That's very amusing. Why are we here? Where are we going? You promised to tell me once I got in here.
Tad: I thought you agreed you were going to go with the flow.
Dixie: I agreed to board the plane. The flow better have me back down on the ground in time to pick up the boys from school.
Tad: You will be. Just relax.
Dixie: Just tell me what we're doing.
Tad: Well, isn't it obvious? I mean, doesn't this just smack of romance?
Dixie: Tad.
Tad: Ok. Let's just say today I'm taking you on a flight to nowhere. No, no, no. Better yet, our destination is somewhere over the rainbow.
Dixie: You are so full of it.
Tad: You think?
Dixie: Yeah.
Tad: Hmm.
Dixie: Oh, honey, I just never know what to expect from you.
Tad: You got no idea. Today I'm going to prove to you just how much I love you.

Marian: Winifred, those are the flowers.
Winifred: Yes, ma'am.
Brooke: Phoebe, you look absolutely gorgeous. You really do. I don't believe, Aunt Phoebe, that you've met Millicent's granddaughter, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Hi. Where do you work out?
Millicent: Greenlee? Over here. She's visiting for the summer.
Phoebe: Oh.
Liza: Interning at WRCW
Phoebe: I see. Visiting, interning, and -- ahem -- exploring.
Marian: Winifred, dump those and bring back something tasteful, and bring it back quick.
Winifred: Yes -- yes, ma'am.

Stuart: Psst! How do I look?
Marian: Oh. Oh, Stuart, you look perfect. You look very handsome, darling. But we're not ready for you yet.
Stuart: Oh. Well, is it going to be pretty soon, because my hands are getting kind of clammy. Could you run down again that stuff you wanted me to say?
Marian: Oh, darling, you're not nervous, are you?
Stuart: Oh -- yeah.
Marian: Well, don't be. Everything's going to be just fine. Just remember, when Phoebe mentions the beautification of the town hall, you come on out and you just hello.
Stuart: Ok, ok. But I know about the hello part. That's easy. It's this thing about the cupola.
Marian: Ok, the cupola on the courthouse is a scintillating touch of Victoriana that should be treasured well into the 21st century.
Stuart: Ok, got it, got it. Right, the cupola is the crown.
Marian: Exactly.
Stuart: Ok, I'll try not to forget.
Marian: Oh, you won't, darling. You're going to dazzle those women from The Society of the Preservation of Historical Architectural Treasures.
Stuart: I don't care if I dazzle those people, and I don't care if I'm accepted by the prehistoric ladies, either.
Marian: Of course you care, darling.
Stuart: No, I don't. All I want is to make you happy.
Marian: And you have, Stuart. You really have. Thank you.
Stuart: Ok. You want me to hide now?
Marian: I'm sorry, yeah, just a little while longer. But try to find some simple flowers for me, ok? Simple.
Stuart: Ok -- sure. Ok.
Marian: Have you reached Scott?
Stuart: Yeah. I left a message.
Marian: Ok, keep trying.
Stuart: Ok. Bye.

Marian: All right.. I wonder where he is. Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Oh, Phoebe, darling, I'm so glad you could come.
Greenlee: You said Scott was coming?
Marian: Scott will be here, darling, any minute. Um -- why don't you have some California rolls.
Greenlee: Oh, no, I don't think so.
Marian: Tuna Maki, then.
Greenlee: No, I don't think so.
Marian: They're Scott's favorite.
Greenlee: Oh. Well, in that case --
Millicent: Greenlee --
Greenlee: Mm-hmm?
Millicent: Try to be less obvious.

Brooke: Marian, take a deep breath. It's just a luncheon.
Marian: Have you talked to Phoebe?
Brooke: No. Actually, I didn't get a chance. Millicent was hovering.
Phoebe: Oh, I'm sorry. Is there something wrong?
Marian: Not yet, and you can help keep it that way. Phoebe, could I talk to you privately for just one minute?
Phoebe: Of course, dear.
Marian: Excuse us, darlings.
Brooke: Certainly.
Marian: We'll be right back. Darling, I need a favor from you for Stuart.
Phoebe: Well, of course, darling. Anything for that dear man.
Marian: Oh, that's wonderful to know. Now, listen, when Erica and all the rest of the guests arrive, I want you to --

David: You've been away more than you've been home.
Erica: Flattered you noticed.
David: Perhaps you like to experience excitement elsewhere?
Erica: No.
David: Then why leave?
Erica: Well, it's business. I mean, Enchantment is launching a web site. I'm going to be promoting my new line of cosmetics.
David: Hmm. Well, I can keep you locked up here in my suite. I do have internet access.
Erica: David, I'm making personal appearances. They're more effective.
David: Mm-hmm. I can understand why.
Erica: Well, unfortunately, these tours are very, very hectic and busy. But I am going to have a few moments free, and I'm going to miss you.
David: Good. That's important.
David: Erica, I'm going to have to find a way to join you.
Erica: No. David, no.
David: Why not?
Erica: Because.
David: I make my own schedule.
Erica: David, no one can know about us. No one.

Edmund: Dimitri's alive?
Alex: Yes.
Edmund: What are you pulling now, Alex?
Alex: I didn't kill your brother.
Edmund: You'd say anything, wouldn't you? But I'm on to you. I got proof that you poisoned Dimitri.
Alex: What are you talking about?
Edmund: I'll explain it to the police. You work on your story while you rot in prison.
Alex: I'm not doing anything until you listen to me.
Edmund: I'm through listening to you. You know, I should have never let Dimitri out of my sight the minute he got off that plane. Everything was screaming, "Don't trust this woman. It doesn't fit."
Alex: This isn't anything I ever wanted, either.
Edmund: Look, just tell me, where's my brother's body? And skip the denials. I found the toxin in your medical bag.
Alex: That's your proof?
Edmund: You gave it to him, didn't you?
Alex: Yes. But not as a poison. As an experimental drug for his condition.
Edmund: Oh, you're good. You're real good.
Alex: No, given in moderate doses, it can prove to be very effective, and that's why I had it with me on the plane.
Edmund: You said he was in remission.
Alex: He was. We hoped it would last and we hoped that this treatment would reverse his disease permanently.
Edmund: And yet he collapsed on the plane?
Alex: Yes.
Edmund: Maybe that's what you intended all along.
Alex: No, it isn't.
Edmund: It just happened sooner than you planned.
Alex: No, I planned to cure him and spend the rest of my life with him, and that's what I am trying to do now by carrying out his wishes.
Edmund: Oh, there are more of those?
Alex: Edmund, he made me swear that I wouldn't reveal his condition to anyone.
Edmund: So you pretended he was dead?
Alex: Oh, I didn't know what else to do. You wouldn't let me turn the plane around and take it back to England. And when we landed, he needed immediate medical attention.
Edmund: And you couldn't tell me any of this?
Alex: No, I couldn't. I was so desperate to keep him alive on his terms without any interference from you. And then finally Dr. Silbert -- he helped me.
Edmund: Wait -- whoa, whoa. Dr. Silbert, the chief of staff who signed the de
ath certificate? Alex: Yes.
Edmund: Oh -- Alex: He's been treating him for months.
Edmund: That's it, that's it! Where is my brother's body?
Alex: He's at Seaview hospital in a secluded area. Edmund, Dr. Silbert and I -- we have been treating him. We've been trying to make him revive, and he's responding -- finally. And I have hope. And you have to believe me.

David: Erica, I have no intention of revealing anything about us or our stolen moments to anyone.
Erica: Thank you. Actually, I think I need to be a little bit more careful about myself.
David: Why?
Erica: Oh, I -- I let a little something slip at the Glamorama.
David: That's not like you.
Erica: No, it's not. It's really not. But I guess when you're happy, you know, you just want to share that with your friends.
David: That's right. Why not share it with the whole world?
Erica: David, no, we can't do that. We can't count on the whole world to be sane. I mean, for example, look at Palmer Cortlandt marrying your mother.
David: They deserve each other.
Erica: I don't agree with you. I mean, I know that Palmer's not a saint, but your mother?
David: All right, look, I'm not going to argue with you about that, ok?
Erica: And, I mean, now that she's got Palmer's money and Palmer's connections, your mother's not only hateful, she's powerful. And she's lording it over my friend Opal.
David: I can imagine, believe me. I've seen Vanessa's routine with the ex-wives.
Erica: Vanessa is so vindictive that if she were to find out about us, that we're seeing each other, you know she'd put a negative spin on it to anyone who would listen -- to opal, to Palmer -- to anyone.
David, I don't want any spin put on us. I don't want any labels put on us. I don't want to have to defend my actions. Do you?
David: No. I don't. And you're right. I do prefer to enjoy your company without Vanessa's interference. Damn it. I thought Palmer would have been smarter than this and Vanessa would be out of all of our lives for good.
Erica: Oh, no. I mean, your mother's even threatening to build a house near mine.
David: Every time I think that she is finished, she finds someone else to rescue her, someone else to suck dry.

Vanessa: Millicent. How nice to see a friendly face. I was so hoping you were going to be here.
Millicent: Vanessa, you look radiant. And I guess I know why.
Vanessa: Palmer and I are very happy.
Millicent: You must come to dinner after you've settled.
Vanessa: We would love that.

Brooke: I can't believe that Vanessa was invited -- after what she did to Erica?
Liza: That would be my mother's doing.
Brooke: What is Marian trying to do?
Liza: She's trying to brunch her way into Pine Valley society, I think.
Brooke: Vanessa is a vulture.
Liza: She's a vulture who's married to Palmer Cortlandt.
Brooke: Are you joking?
Liza: I wish I were.
Brooke: Opal is a PHAT lady, right? Is she coming?
Liza: Well, if she is, get ready to duck and cover.

Marian: And besides having a wonderful sense of color and design, Stuart really cares about architecture. Phoebe, he would be a terrific asset.
Phoebe: Yes, he is exactly what we need to push that old bat Millicent out of her belfry. Just leave it to me.
Marian: Oh, then we're set?
Phoebe: You're all set. Lead on, dear.
Marian: Oh, wonderful. Thank you so much, Phoebe.
Phoebe: You're very, very welcome.

Vanessa: Oh, my. You know, I remember how jammed my calendar was when I was your age, Greenlee, so how on earth did you find a complete afternoon to spend with historical treasures?
Greenlee: Oh. I'm always up for making history. And grandmother assured me I wouldn't be bored.
Marian: Oh. Vanessa, darling. Welcome. Do make yourself at home.
Vanessa: Oh, sort of just like you do here, Marian.
Marian: Yes, just like I do. Oh, by the way, have you met Phoebe Wallingford?
Vanessa: I don't believe I have.
Phoebe: How do you do?

Brooke: She's very brave.
Liza: Or very foolish.

Tad: Ok, one more. This, this.
Dixie: No, I don't want it. No.
Tad: You promised Dr. Clader you were going to eat right. Come on.
Dixie: I do eat right. I have eaten right. It's not the food, Tad. The food is delicious. It's wonderful. Just there's too much of it. Why you trying to spoil me? Come on.
Tad: Question is, why not spoil you?
Dixie: Oh. Mmm Mmm. That's a very good answer.
Tad: I know.
Dixie: But you still haven't told me what we're doing up here. I'm starting to feel a little, like, hijacked.
Tad: That's one way of looking at it. See what a guy's got to do to get some alone time with his wife?
Dixie: Oh, that's very funny, Tad. That's very romantic. But you know what? I can tell that we're just circling around Pine Valley. You know, we're not even that high up. I mean, like, I can see, like, there's a boy's baseball diamond down there and Adam's house.
Tad: Honey, do me a favor. Sit down, ok? I can't concentrate. Look -- the truth is I did bring you up here to show you something. But it's not Adam's house. No. Look -- I know how badly you want to have a baby.
Dixie: And you brought me up here so we could make one.
Tad: Oh, would you just -- just turn it off for a second. I want to have a baby, too.
Dixie: I know. And it's wonderful, and we will as soon as Dr. Clader gives us the ok.
Tad: Dixie, do you remember how you promised me, you gave me your word you were going to take care of yourself, that you were going to follow doctor's orders, that you were going to be absolutely honest with me?
Dixie: Yes, and I have, haven't I? I'm the mother-to-be. The queen of mothers-to-be. I mean, look at how I eat. I eat healthy. I drink gallons of water, Tad. I exercise. I --
Tad: Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, we promised we were going to share everything, right? Well, that means, in spite of how much I love you, that I have a right to share my doubts.
Dixie: Your -- your doubts?
Tad: Yeah.
Dixie: About what? Tad, I thought we'd been through this already. I thought we both wanted the same thing.
Tad: So did I. But I'm not so sure I can trust you anymore.
Dixie: What makes you say that?
Tad: I'll show you.
[Tad plays Scott's video for Dixie]

Dixie: Oh, honey. How wonderful.
Tad: Oh, yes.
Dixie: My very own magic fingers.

Tad: This was taken two hours before you started to miscarry.
Dixie: Well, I -- I -- I wish I'd known.
Tad: You did know.
Dixie: What?
Tad: You were warned, again and again and again. Why didn't you tell your doctor your back hurt? More importantly, why didn't you tell me?
Dixie: What, you think I deliberately hid this from you?
Tad: Well, honey, what am I supposed to think? Every single M.D. We saw -- Clader, my father, Hayward, Jake -- told you back pain could be symptomatic of kidney failure. What do you call that?
Dixie: I thought that was a twinge, Tad. I didn't really think anything of it.
Tad: Why not? That's what's got me so scared. Don't you get it? Why didn't you think something of that? I mean, why didn't alarms go off?
Dixie: Because. Because it passed. Because I was preoccupied. I don't know. Besides, the back pain had nothing to do with my kidney.
Tad: You know that now. You didn't know that then.
Dixie: Is this all why you're having second thoughts about having a baby?
Tad: Yes. It's why I freak every time you talk about having another child. How do I know something like this isn't going to happen again?
Dixie: Look, Tad, I learned so much from that pregnancy, ok? I know so much more about my body now. I'm not going to put myself at risk, or the baby,
I promise you. Tad: Honey, don't you understand? Even if you didn't mean to do it deliberately, I'm afraid that you're so dedicated to the idea of having a baby that it would happen anyway. And I got to tell you, I mean, you're kind of screwing up the act. Because I'm supposed to be the maniac in the family, right?
Dixie: And proud of it.
Tad: No, no, honestly. Between the two of us, I'm the one that usually takes the risk. Is that correct?
Dixie: Yeah, and that's fine with me.
Tad: Is it? How about a little demonstration?
Dixie: Of what?
Tad: You really don't know what it's like to watch somebody you love more than anything else in the world risk their life, do you? Well, honey, maybe we should change that.
Dixie: Tad. Honey, what are you doing?

[Tad laughs]

Vanessa: And I understand your house was the historic tour of last year.
Millicent: Well, Phoebe finally persuaded me to open my doors to the crowds. My rugs took such a beating.
Phoebe: Oh, Millicent, stop acting as if it were such a sacrifice. You know you loved the way they oohed and aahed over your silver.
Marian: Well, I'm sorry I missed it. I just hope I can be of more help this year.
Vanessa: Well, Palmer and I will be happy to pitch in, too.
Liza: Perhaps, Vanessa, Millicent could arrange some sort of a Halloween for the kids. You know kids. They love witches, especially real live ones.
Marian: Liza, could you please keep your suggestions to yourself?
Brooke: Oh, no. You know, I think a Halloween party would be just a wonderful idea.
Phoebe: Me, too. Maybe Stuart could do some pumpkin carving.
Millicent: Oh, how quaint. But this is not a folk festival. We are preserving tradition.
Marian: Oh, I agree.
Liza: You do?
Millicent: I have the discussion topics for the meeting.
Shall we begin? Phoebe: I think we should wait for Erica.
Marian: Oh, good idea. But I don't think I can delay lunch another minute. Winifred?

Liza: Mother, are you going to kowtow to that old prune all day just so you can scratch your way up the social ladder?
Marian: Liza, I am doing this for Stuart, remember?
Liza: Oh. Right.

Erica: Vanessa won't best Palmer.
David: She got him to marry her, didn't she?
Erica: Yes, but not because he loves her. Palmer always has another agenda.
David: Do you know something? Erica: I know only the people involved and their track records. But I'd really love to talk about your track record, David.
David: Well, I would rather talk about that than spend the last few minutes talking about my mother. Ok?
Erica: Ok. Can I count on you? Can I count on you? You promise me you won't tell anybody about us?
David: Erica, you can trust me. I'll make sure that nobody learns anything about us while you're away, ok?
Erica: Ok.
David: Even when I'm thinking of you, longing for you, waiting impatiently for you to call me.
Erica: You don't have to wait this time.
Erica: My itinerary.

[David gasps]

Erica: And phone numbers.
David: What's this? Are you giving me phone rights? What's next? Are you going to put me on your speed dial?
Erica: Maybe. Call me.
David: I will.
David: I'll call.

Alex: I've been just doing what my husband wanted.
Edmund: You expect me to believe all that?
Alex: Yes, I do. Edmund, you and Dimitri -- you have a connection that I'm only just beginning to appreciate. He wants to spare you the agony of watching him disintegrate. And I totally understand that. And I wish you could try to understand how difficult this has been for me.
Edmund: You want my sympathy?
Alex: I've been struggling with his illness alone, and it has been very hard -- very. I mean, I had dr. Silbert to help me professionally, but I didn't have anyone help me deal with the pain of watching a man as vital as Dimitri fight for his life.
Edmund: Save it for the jury, Alex.
Alex: Oh, could you just look beyond your own anger for one minute and listen to what I'm saying? Dimitri is alive, but barely. The last time you saw him, he was comatose.

[Edmund remembers the last time he saw Dimitri]

Edmund: You're still warm, Dimi.
Edmund: It's me, Eddie. Hey, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at a party.
Edmund: Dimi, I don't know what's going on here.
Edmund: Oh. Dimitri. Dimitri. Wasn't enough time. You were only my brother for a few years. Please, it wasn't enough time.
Edmund: I love you, Dimi.

Alex: I think the treatment is working, but I can't be sure. And if you interrupt that, if you take me away from him, if you have me arrested, then you take away any chance we have of ever saving him. I'm asking you to let me continue treating him. I'm asking you to help me so that I can help your brother.
Edmund: My brother's alive?
Alex: You have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you that.
Edmund: You let us think he was dead. You let us have a funeral and mourn him.
Alex: Oh, I'm so sorry. It was an awful thing to do, but I had no choice.
Edmund: Of course you had a choice. If you were a reputable doctor like you say you are, you could have told me and I would have made sure he had everything he needed.
Alex: He didn't want anyone to see him like that, especially you. His pride wouldn't allow it. And I gave him my word.
Edmund: Well, I didn't. Now, I want to see my brother -- now.

Greenlee: Excuse me. Excuse me. Has Scott even bothered to call?
Marian: Oh, I'm sure that he just wanted to miss all the small talk, you know. Oh, why don't you just sit down, relax, darling, enjoy your lunch. He'll be here any minute. Listen, darling, one more frittata over there. Thank you.

Erica: Hello, everyone. Sorry that we're late. I see you've gotten off to a great start. I'm not staying. I'm on my way to the airport, actually.
Opal: Oh, well, but, Marian, I guess, what, the messenger couldn't find his way to my place for my invite, but I know that you wanted me to be here, right?
Marian: Oh, Opal, please let me explain.
Opal: Oh, there's no need to explain. You see, Erica, you were right. Sometimes we just take our closest friends for granted. It was an oversight, I'm sure.
Marian: No, Opal, actually I was just trying to --
Opal: Trying -- uh --
Erica: Oh. Opal, I had no idea that Vanessa would be here.
Opal: Why did you ask her?
Marian: I'm sorry, Opal. I had to. I --
Vanessa: Erica, dear. It is so kind of you to make certain that Opal's not neglected.
Phoebe: Opal, dear, please come over here and sit by me.
Opal: Oh, thank you. I'd love to.
Vanessa: Listen up, everybody. Millicent has just asked me to chair the topiary committee. Isn't that divine?
Opal: But that's my committee. I have chaired that for the last three years running.
Millicent: Which is why we've decided we'd go in another direction.
Erica: Well, that's wonderful news. Because now Opal can serve with me on the benefit committee. I have been trying to recruit this woman for years to help me out, and she's just been wasting her talents with those silly plants, of all things.
Brooke: And, you know, anyone can talk to a plant. It takes real fundraising skills and people skills to -- you know, to get money out of people.
Erica: So you just keep that smile on your face.
Opal: Only thing --
Erica: Don't let them get you down.
Opal: Yeah, the only thing keeping my face on is my makeup.
Erica: You want to come to the airport with me? You want to see me off?
Opal: Thanks, honey. I'm going to stick it out here. Maybe I'll get a chance to stick it to Vanessa.
Erica: That's my girl. That's the spirit. You just remember that you are by far the better woman.
Opal: You know, I would be proud to be on your committee, Erica. Thanks.
Erica: No, Opal, I thank you because now I know that my benefit committee is in very, very good hands.
Opal: Oh, thanks.
Erica: Bye, everyone.
All: Bye.
Opal: Have a good trip.

Millicent: Well, now that you've gotten your assignment, Opal, what do you suggest as a benefit?
Opal: Oh, I don't know. How about a day of beauty at the Glamorama?
Liza: I think that sounds like a great idea.
Brooke: I love that idea.
Opal: Oh, good.
Phoebe: But we shouldn't forget about our beautification project, should we? Perhaps we need some new blood in that committee.
Millicent: Perhaps Greenlee could volunteer.
Stuart: Hello, everyone.
Opal: Oh, hi, Stuart.
Marian: Oh. Stuart. Not yet. Not yet.

Dixie: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for laughing, Tad, but you look -- you look like a turtle with a truss on.
Tad: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, honey. It's regulation.
Dixie: Well, you want some help with it? Can I help you out, maybe a little bit?
Tad: No. No, no, no. I got it. I'm fine.
Dixie: All right. Well, now that you've got your Indiana Jones outfit on, do I get a costume, too?
Tad: Nope. Not this time.
Dixie: Hmm. Well, I guess we've sort of cleared the air, and now you're feeling adventurous, perhaps. Romantic?
Tad: Try risky.
Dixie: As in "risqué"?
Tad: Nope. As in check this out. If I were to open this door, there'd be very little to keep me from jumping out of the plane.
Dixie: Oh. But you're not going to open that door.
Tad: Why not? I got a parachute.
Dixie: Tad, be serious.
Tad: I am serious. Hey, I'm styling. I got backup. All I got to do is hit the silk, I float down to earth like a feather. That is, of course, you know, if everything goes the way it's supposed to. But, hey, you never know. And that's the thrill, isn't it?
Dixie: Yeah, that's fascinating. You know, you don't know anything about skydiving. You've never worn a parachute in your life.
Tad: People do it all the time, honey. How hard can it be?
Dixie: It can be hard. It can be very hard. Now, look, just -- come on, relax. Stop goofing around and move away from the door. We'll talk about this rationally.
Tad: I can't be rational about this, honey. I'm sorry. It's just an experience I've just got to have. Sound familiar? Yeah? I mean, you should understand that.
Dixie: Tad -- sit down.

Alex: You do realize that he isn't the way you remember him? He's been unconscious most of the time. He's incoherent and extremely weak.
Edmund: You think that matters to me?
Alex: No, but it matters to Dimitri. I'm so afraid of how this will affect him if you see him.
Edmund: You're not keeping me from my brother. Ok? I want to see him, and I'm not going to believe a word you say until I do. So you take to him now, or so help me you'll wish I called the police.
Alex: I'll make the arrangements.

Stuart: I brought these flowers for you, Marian.
Marian: Thank you, Stuart.
Phoebe: Stuart, dear, was there something you wanted to say?
Stuart: Uh -- yes. Yes, there was. The cupola on the courthouse is a scintillating touch of Victoriana that will be treasured well into the 21st century.
Millicent: That hideous cupola? It should be demolished.
Stuart: Oh, really? Oh, no. Well, don't you love the little -- the gewgaws around the top and all that gingerbread? Oh, you should sit on the steps of the courthouse one day on a bright, sunny day and watch the light and shadow playing across the courthouse lawn.
Millicent: I have much better things to do with my time, and I'm sure these other ladies do, too.
Phoebe: Let him talk, Millicent. The man is an artist. He has insights that we lack.
Stuart: Thank you, Phoebe. It is so beautiful. It's like god is playing hand puppets across the sun.
Liza: Stuart, would you like to join me? We were just getting ready to serve dessert.
Stuart: Ok. Thank you, Liza.
Liza: Ok. Winifred, would you mind clearing?

Millicent: Phoebe, you can't really think that this man should be on the committee.
Phoebe: Oh, Millicent, stop being such a snob.
Millicent: Really, Phoebe. I do have a reputation to uphold.
Phoebe: If you ask me, you'd do better off to lose it.

Marian: Winifred, please pass the pastries, would you? Just pass them. Thank you so much. Oh, dear Lord. This is not what I had in mind at all.
Stuart: I really blew it, didn't I? I'm so sorry.
Marian: Oh, no, Stuart, you were perfect. You were wonderful. Obviously, Millicent is just far too set in her way
Millicent: Well, I think I've had just about all I can take for this afternoon. I think I shall be going. Good-bye, ladies. Greenlee, are you coming?
Greenlee: Might as well, since Scott's a no-show.
Marian: Oh, dear. Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Dixie: Tad, move away from the door, Tad.
Tad: Aha. You're starting to worry, aren't you? Because you're afraid I'm going to take a risk that I don't need to take. You starting to get the picture?
Dixie: I'm starting to think you're nuts!
Tad: Nuts? You got no idea. You got no idea how nuts I could be. You have no idea how nuts I was when I saw that video and I realized you didn't tell anybody deliberately.
Dixie: Tad, that has nothing to do with this.
Tad: It has everything to do with it. I mean, why not? You expect me to have faith in you when you take crazy chances.
Dixie: Just move away from the door!
Tad -- watch out!
Tad!
Tad!
Tad!
Dixie: Tad! Tad! Pull the cord!

Liza: You know, the little strawberry tarts are the best.
Stuart: Oh, I love tarts. Marian and I had them at our wedding.
Opal: Oh, please, Stuart. Let's not talk about weddings.
Stuart: Why not?
Vanessa: Well, because some people are so bitter.
Stuart: Who?
Opal: Well, not me. I know when I'm well out of hell.
Vanessa: Well, now that Millicent and her granddaughter have left, I'm afraid this party's going to become a crashing bore.
Opal: Ha, ha, ha.
Stuart: Oh. Oh, my goodness. Would you look at that?
Opal: Oh, my Lord!

Marian: Well, I wish you wouldn't rush off. I'm sure Scott will be arriving any minute.
Greenlee: Tell him to call me.
Marian: Well, why don't you go down to the pool, take a swim. We've got extra suits in the cabana, and when Scott gets here, I'll just send him down there.
Greenlee: Well --
Marian: I mean, I have a few things I'd like to discuss with your grandmother.
Millicent: Oh, I doubt it.
Stuart: I -- I need a ladder. Does Adam have a ladder?
Marian: I have no idea, Stuart. What's wrong, darling?
Stuart: You'd better come out here and see for yourselves.
[Tad is hanging from one of Adam's trees]

Stuart: He's ok!
Liza: This is the craziest thing you've ever done.
Tad: It's ok. It's all right. It's all right. I'm fine. Hi, everybody. Looks like a nice party. I'm sorry to drop in unannounced.
Brooke: Tad, are you all right?
Tad: Yeah, I'm ok. There's, uh, just one problem.
Marian: Oh, dear. What's that?
Tad: I can't reach the pastry.

Alex: Yes, exactly. Edmund Grey. You met him the night Dimitri was brought in. We'll both be coming to see him. I know. All right, thank you, Dr. Silbert. Yeah. Bye. Are you sure you want to do this?
Edmund: Yeah. Let's see my brother.