Opal: Thaddeus J. Martin, what the blue blazes are you --
Tad: Ma -- give me a minute.
Opal: Oh --
Tad: Oh, Liza, I need you to do me a big favor. Call Dixie on Adam's jet. I told her I was going out for ice. She might be a little worried.
Liza: Or not.
Brooke: Oh, Tad, what happened?
Tad: Oh, I'd seen the in-flight movie so I decided to step out for a little air.
Greenlee: At 20,000 feet?
Opal: Are you all right?
Tad: Peachy. Could somebody help me get down?
Opal: Oh, yes, all right.
Marian: Where's a ladder?
Stuart: A ladder! I'll get a ladder, ok. You stay right there.
Tad: A ladder would be really good right now, Stuart.
Greenlee: Gram, I'd like you to meet daytime's premier talk show host, Tad Martin.
Tad: How are you?
Millicent: It reminds me of Lucky Lindy's landing in Paris. Only he used a plane.
Opal: Tad, would you just be still?
Vanessa: Honestly. Marian, dear, is this one of those hidden video things? I mean, your greatest bloopers and blunders or what?
Phoebe: Marian, dear, if you're trying to impress Millicent, this aerial stunt is not the way to go. Now, may I suggest a string quartet?
Marian: Phoebe, do you think I planned this? This brunch was supposed to be Stuart's entree into Pine Valley society. I mean, who knew Tad Martin was going to parachute down into one of our trees? Oh, Stuart, where's the ladder?
Stuart: The gardener's shed is locked.
Marian: Well, we can't just leave Tad up there twisting in the wind -- or maybe we can.
Stuart: Oh, we have one in our garage.
Marian: Well, then run down and get it, darling, and hurry.
Stuart: Yeah.
Marian: Hurry!
Brooke: Feel like a weenie?
Tad: I wish I could.

Scott: Be sure to make you smile
Becca: With seven stranded castaways here on Gilligan's's isle at least we didn't get shipwrecked.
Scott: And you didn't get seasick.
Becca: Because I had a wonderful captain.
Scott: With an able assist from his first mate.
Becca: So when can we go on the boat again?
Scott: Anytime. My uncle hardly ever uses it.
Becca: Why not?
Scott: I don't know. Too busy, I guess.
Becca: Hmm. I love going on the boat. The wind in my hair and the sails --
Scott: The sea breeze blowing on your cheek.
Becca: Well -- I really should get decent for work now.
Scott: Well, the shower's free.
Becca: But clean clothes are a little bit of a problem.
Scott: Ah! We have for you -- I think -- aha, a shirt. And a towel to go with.
Becca: Oh, thank you.
Scott: Sure. Um -- the hot water takes a minute to heat up, and make sure that the seat's down.
Becca: Ok, I remember. I grew up with brothers.
Scott: Great.

[Shower runs]

[Answering machine beeps]

Marina's voice: Scott, darling, it's Marian. Listen, it's very important that you make an appearance at your uncle Adam's tomorrow morning. Well, actually, it's not just important. It's vital. So please be there, ok? Thanks, bye.

[Answering machine beeps]

Stuart's voice: Scott? Are you there? Uh, it's Dad. Marina's making a really big deal out of this, but could you drop by Adam's house? I really need you.

Scott: Becca? I got to run. It's my dad. Can you lock up on your way out?
Becca: No problem.
Scott: Thanks.
Becca: With Gilligan the skipper, too the millionaire and his wife a movie star professor and Mary Ann here on Gillian's isle

Edmund: What room is Dimitri in?
Alex: He's in the annex. It's more private for him.
Edmund: Ok. Take me to him.
Alex: Oh, yeah. Be patient.
Edmund: No, I can't be patient. I just found out my brother's alive. Now I want to see him.
Alex: You will, you will.
Edmund: Fine, Alex. You don't tell me, I'll find somebody who will.
Alex: Well, they can't help you. He's not on the patient roster. He's under an assumed name.
Edmund: You really covered all your bases, didn't you?
Alex: Yes. Dr. Silbert knows you're here, and he'll advise us if there's been any change in Dimitri's condition.
Edmund: You know, all this time I was -- I was grieving for my brother and telling the kids, and all this time he was here, alive.
Alex: You do realize that the disease has taken a tremendous toll on him
Edmund: You said he was getting better.
Alex: Another reason that we've been so careful is that the drug we're using hasn't been approved by the FDA.
Edmund: Yeah, but he was responding, right?
Alex: Well, yes, there's been some improvement, but it -- Dr. Silbert. It's good of you to see us.
Dr. Silbert: Mr. Grey, I apologize for the subterfuge. Dr. Devane felt, and I agreed, that given the severity of your brother's condition, we felt that it was important --
Edmund: I think you should just take me to see my brother.
Dr. Silbert: Well, he's sleeping at the moment. Now, when he wakes up, he's going to be disoriented, agitated. If you could wait just a few more days --
Edmund: No! I want to see my brother now.
Edmund: If you don't let me see my brother, you haven't seen angry. And what's the penalty for filing a phony death certificate?
Alex: He was following my instructions.
Edmund: Oh, that's great. That's great. The two of you in this together. You're trying to find a cure for my brother? I wouldn't be surprised if you were in there working on some bogus medical experiment using my brother as a guinea pig.
Alex: You know that's not true. The procedure may be experimental, but it's been thoroughly researched.
Edmund: Look, Alex, you want to do the right thing? Let me see my brother.
Alex: I have to warn you that what you see may shock you. He's extremely weak.
Edmund: You just told me he's alive. You can't shock me.
Dr. Silbert: The medication has partially restored his brain function, but his responses may often seem erratic, inappropriate.
Edmund: That's fine, doc. That's the Dimitri I know.
Alex: What we're trying to say is that the restorative effects of the drugs may just be temporary.
Edmund: Ok, ok, I hear what you're saying. You're giving me the worst-case scenario. Bottom line -- my brother is alive. And that is enough for me.
Alex: Is it enough for Dimitri, I wonder. Can you just give me a few minutes to get him prepared for your visit?
Edmund: No.
Alex: All right. Follow me.

Ryan: Becca.
Becca: Ryan. Hi.
Ryan: Hi.
Becca: Do you happen to have a monkey wrench around here?
Ryan: Excuse me?
Becca: Yeah, the water valve in the shower's stuck, and --
Ryan: Oh, oh, oh, where's Scott?
Becca: Well, he ran out for a second.
Ryan: And he left you here all by yourself?
Becca: Yeah. Well, to make a long story short, why don't we get going or this place is going to be flooded.
Ryan: Ok, at your service. Let's go.

Greenlee: Scott, you rotten no-show -- hey! Hey.
Scott: Hi.
Greenlee: I was just about to call you.
Scott: Where's my dad?
Greenlee: Out on the terrace with the PHAT ladies.
Scott: Did somebody call the ambulance?
Greenlee: Ambulance?
Scott: Yeah, I got a message on my voice mail from Marian, something about it being vital?
Greenlee: Getting your dad accepted into some moldy old league? I'd die to get out, not in.
Scott: Greens, I'm not getting any of this. What are you --
Greenlee: Oh, Marina's hosting a brunch to curry favor with the blue-haired blue bloods. Give me a quiet street corner in Beirut, but she promised you as a party favor.
Scott: I don't believe this.
Greenlee: Oh, yeah, the whole affair was a complete snore. I was counting on you to crank things up, but the fun started without you. Tell me you have your video camera.
Scott: It's out in the car.
Greenlee: Well, get it and make sure it's loaded.
Scott: Taping the ladies who brunch just doesn't really do it --
Greenlee: Oh, no, no, no, no. Forget about them. This is your chance to tie a big fat celluloid bow on the Tad-Dixie romance.
Scott: Keep talking.
Greenlee: Are you ready for this? Tad crashed the party -- literally. I mean, he's sitting there right now. He parachuted out of the sky and landed on a big old tree. He's hanging there like a puppet on a string.
Scott: Keep him -- hold that pose --
Greenlee: Go, go.

Tad: Uh -- where the hell is Stuart with that ladder? Ma?
Opal: Yeah?
Tad: Tell the truth -- does this make me look fat? This harness is killing me.
Brooke: Yes.
Opal: Oh, you want agony? Try living half your life in a girdle.
Tad: No, thank you.
Brooke: What demon possessed you to jump out of a plane, might I ask?
Liza: You know, borrowing the plane did not entitle you to jumping privileges.
Tad: I didn't jump. It was an accident.
Liza: Yeah, well, I just talked to Dixie. She's on her way from the airport.
Tad: How'd she sound?
Liza: How do you think?
Tad: Probably like she wants to use me for a piņata.
Liza: Hmm.
Tad: Would somebody cut me down from here, please?

Greenlee: There he is.
Paramedic: So, what do you think, Frank? You ever seen anything like this?
Second paramedic: I've saved cats from trees, kids from burning buildings, but this is a first.
First paramedic: Hey. You're Tad Martin, that guy -- that guy from TV.
Second paramedic: Oh, my wife's nuts about you.
Tad: Glad to hear it. Tell you what -- you cut me down, I'll give you an autograph, ok?
Paramedic: Oh, sure thing. You got the ladder?
Second paramedic: I'm kitchen duty. You got all the equipment.
Tad: Guys, guys, listen, far be it for me to break up this charming moment, but "EMT." Usually means "Emergency, trust me." This is an emergency. Cut me down -- now.

Adam: There's an ambulance in the driveway. Liza, what's happened?
Liza: Ooh, um --
Adam: What in the devil are you doing in my tree?
Tad: Waiting for the leaves to turn.
Liza: I know that this probably looks a little odd.
Adam: "Odd"? You call it odd? I call it diabolical. Look what you're doing to my tree! I demand that you get down from there --
Tad: Oh, for God's sake, Adam, don't pop a vein, ok? You're lucky I didn't land on one of your guests.
Adam: They're not my guests. Thank God. Marian! Ye Gods, there are more old bones here than Pine vValley cemetery. You better get your husband down from there before I call a tree surgeon. They don't use anesthesia.

Tad: Hi, honey.
Dixie: Are you all right?
Tad: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Really. Just hanging out. I can see our house from here.
Dixie: That's fascinating. Well, enjoy the view, darling. Because tomorrow you'll die! I'm used to your stunts.
Tad: Well, sweetheart, technically it wasn't supposed to be a stunt.
Dixie: Oh, oh. Yes, that's right. You were teaching me a lesson.
Tad: Yeah.
Dixie: Yes, that was a wonderful lesson. I got to watch you fall down and down thousands of miles to the earth. That was very educational. Do you want to know what I learned?
Tad: That you love me more than life itself?
Dixie: That you're a royal jackass.
Greenlee: Scott, come on. This is classic.
Scott: I got to get Becca --
Greenlee: No, while video history passes you by? No way. Come on.
Scott: Dixie --
Dixie: Scott! Yes, perfect timing. You know my husband, the chimp who fell to earth?
Tad: Oh, my God. He's got a video camera.
Scott: I'd like to get this on tape, if it's ok?
Tad: It is not!
Dixie: It's a fabulous idea. Roll 'em. Smile, honey! Show us your assets.

Becca: I'm so sorry you got soaked.
Ryan: Oh, that's all right. It's just water, right? It'll wash off. So what are you? Is your dad a plumber or something?
Becca: Why?
Ryan: Well, you're pretty handy with a wrench.
Becca: Well, when you grow up on a farm, you're good at fixing things.
Ryan: Oh. Well, whenever something went wrong for me, I just called the super.
Becca: I guess you'd be useless in an emergency.
Ryan: Yeah, totally.
Becca: What are you going to do when Y2K happens?
Ryan: Make sure I have your phone number.
Becca: I'm sorry. I must be invading your space.
Ryan: No, you're not, not at all. Not at all.
Becca: Well, did you come home for lunch or something?
Ryan: No. No. I came by -- I forgot some numbers I needed for a sales meeting, and I don't think the client's going to be too impressed with the wet look. Oh, yes. Oh -- I must look like a drowned rat.
Becca: No, no, no, you -- actually, you remind me of my big brother. He was this scrawny scrap of a thing until he hit his teens and he just filled out. My mom says was God and milk.
Ryan: Hmm. Well, God and milk must have done something for you, too.

[Becca sneezes]
Ryan: Bless you. Hey, hey, go get dressed before you catch a cold.
Becca: Oh, well, where should I go?
Ryan: Scott's room.
Becca: Which one is that?
Ryan: You mean he hasn't given you the grand tour?
Becca: Uh-uh.
Ryan: Oh. Down the hall, on the right.
Becca: Ok. Thanks.
Ryan: You're welcome.

Alex: Hi, sweetheart.
Dimitri: Huh. My wife.
Alex: How are you feeling?
Dimitri: On top of the world, Ma.
Alex: We've done another work-up, and there's been some improvement --
Dimitri: How -- Ed and Gill?
Alex: They love you very much. It's been very difficult to keep this from them.
Dimitri: You must.
Alex: Yes, I know.
Dimitri: Promised.
Alex: I know, darling, but since there's been an improvement, I'm thinking that it's only fair. They would want to know. Darling --
Dimitri: No.
Alex: You need them. You need their support.
Dimitri: Not like this. Can't see me like this.
Alex: Sweetheart, please --
Dimitri: No, not like this --
Alex: Oh, Dimitri, Dimitri, let go, you're hurting me.
Dimitri: Promise, promise --
Alex: Dimitri, you're hurting me.
Dimitri: Promise me.
Alex: Darling, let go.
Dimitri: No, no, no, no --
Alex: Let go. Let go.
Edmund: Dimitri, let her go --

[Kettle whistles]

Ryan: Hey. I took you for a tea person.
Becca: Oh, here, here, let me.
Ryan: Oh.
Becca: Now, if I were a mug, where would I be?
Ryan: Yes, you got it.
Becca: Ok.
Ryan: Tea's right there, too. Ok.
Becca: I found it just fine.
Ryan: Yes.
Becca: Oh!
Ryan: So, you and Scott making progress? On the video.
Becca: Oh. Yeah, yeah. We're almost in postproduction. We've practically been living at the station.
Ryan: Great. Thank you for this.
Becca: Oh, you're welcome. So what about you? I haven't seen you around much lately.
Ryan: Oh. Well, I had to take a little bit of personal time. A friend's having a rough go.
Becca: Oh, yeah -- Hayley? Gillian and I talk sometimes. I know about the stuff at the beach.
Ryan: Ah.
Becca: Yeah.
Ryan: Seems like the whole world knows.
Becca: Well, I don't know exactly what happened, I mean, after Mateo overheard us.
Ryan: Oh, life got very complicated.
Becca: I'm sorry.
Ryan: It's not your fault.
Becca: Yes, it is. If I hadn't asked Gillian so many nosy questions, everyone would be with the right person.

Paramedic: Ok.
Tad: I got it.
Paramedic: If I pull --
Tad: I got it. No, no, that's all right.
Paramedic: Wait.
Tad: I'll do it, I'll do it.
Paramedic: Up, up.
Tad: I'll -- I'll do it.
Paramedic: All right. You checked out ok. No broken bones. Nothing hurts?
Tad: Just my pride.
Stuart: I'll put the ladder back.

Paramedic: Now, the secret is you sift the flower twice, right?
Winifred: Twice. It's the foolproof recipe for the perfect tart.
Paramedic: Mmm.
Winifred: It's great. Try this one.
Marian: Um -- excuse me. Would anyone like one of Winifred's scrumptious tarts? Vanessa? Or Millicent?
Millicent: No. Thank you.
Opal: Well, I think I might take another -- oh well, never mind us poor folk up in the cheap seats.
Tad: Um -- listen, I -- I want to thank you guys, really, for cutting me down. And I meant what I said. If there's ever anything I can do for either one of you, you let me know, ok?
Paramedic: Well, as a matter of fact --
Tad: Oh! Oh, right, right. The autograph, terrific. I'll just -- I'll get a little cocktail napkin.
Paramedic: Actually, I was hoping you could get me tickets to Chef Larry?
Tad: Yeah. That -- fine. Just call me at the studio, and I'll see what I can set up. Would you please see if you can find some scissors and cut me out of this?
Dixie: Scissors? You'd trust me with scissors?
Tad: That's my wife. Likes to keep her husband tied up in knots.
Dixie: Oh, yes. That's because Tad here is hilarious. He's the life of the party. Everybody loves Tad. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you are a big, fat stupidhead!
Tad: Let this be a lesson to you -- you can't please all the people all the time.

[Dimitri groans]

Alex: Take deep breaths. Deep breaths, sweetheart.

[Groans]

Alex: It's all right. You're going to rest now. Everything's all right. Ok? Shh.
Alex: Oh. He doesn't know his own strength when he gets agitated.
Edmund: I'm sorry.
Alex: I wanted to tell you.
Edmund: I know. Are you all right?
Alex: Hmm. I'm fine. He'll come around in a little while. Unfortunately, he won't remember anything.
Edmund: What? What do you mean?
Alex: Well, Edmund, there has been some deterioration in his motor skills, in his short-term memory. We're hoping that the treatment will resolve some of that, but there's no guarantees.
Edmund: I'll be here when he wakes up.
Alex: Well, you can't. You saw the way he reacted.
Edmund: You need help, Alex.
Alex: I have help.
Edmund: Alex --
Alex: I have an entire staff.
Edmund: I -- you can't handle this all by yourself, ok? Now, I know you love him, and I know that you're his wife, but he's my brother.
Alex: This is very difficult for you to accept. But the best thing you could do for him is to walk out that door and never come back.

Marian: Thank you, Brooke and Phoebe. We must do this again.
Millicent: Not in my lifetime.
Vanessa: Oh, this brunch was an absolute embarrassment, was it not?
Millicent: "Brunch"? It was more like a three-ring circus.
Marian: Oh, there you are! Winifred will be serving Mimosas momentarily.
Vanessa: Oh, dear. Not on the terrace, one hopes.
Millicent: Actually, I have another engagement.
Vanessa: Oh, so do I, actually. I'm meeting Palmer, and he does so hate to be kept waiting.
Millicent: Oh, how like a newlywed. Call me. We'll do lunch.
Vanessa: Absolute--
Marian, dear, just remember what Oscar Wilde said -- "When people are talking about you, that's not bad. It's only when they don't talk about you." Ciao.

Marian: Oh, Millicent, can't you stay for just one teeny, tiny Mimosa, because Stuart's going to be right back and I want to -- hmm?
Millicent: Give him my regrets.
Adam?
Adam: Yeah. Millicent: I'm so sorry we didn't have a chance for a proper visit.
Adam: Uh -- well, I'm sorry for -- that I apologize for the outburst. It's just that Tad Martin savaged a very special tree.
Liza: Special?
Adam: I had that tree transplanted here from my boyhood home. Stuart and I used to climb in it.
Millicent: I understand.
Marian: Stuart's a natural when it comes to nature, you know. He talks to the trees and they listen.
Millicent: Adam, I know you're dreadfully overbooked, but I was wondering if I could entice you to join the board of our society for the preservation of historic architectural treasures.
Adam: Millicent, I'd be honored. I --
Liza: Actually, Adam and I have been very busy with the baby and with work. And I don't think we could actually fit it in to our busy schedule.
Marian: Oh, Millicent, if there is an open chair on your committee, might I propose --
Millicent: I -- actually, I was thinking of creating a special honorary chair for Adam. We'll keep it warm until your schedule lightens up.
Adam: Ah.

Millicent: Marian, you've done it again. I knew you would.
Marian: Thank you.
Millicent: Liza. Adam.

Liza: What are you doing?
Adam: Why are you pushing me?
Liza: What are you doing? You know the reason she's doing that brunch. She's trying to get Stuart on the board of that committee. And of course, like every other plan, it failed miserably.

Opal: Well, I got to say one thing for you, honey -- you sure do know how to make an entrance.
Tad: Glad you enjoyed the show, Ma.
Opal: Yeah, well, once my ticker got started up again, that is. Dixie didn't look any too pleased, though.
Tad: Good. Maybe she'll get the point.
Opal: What point?
Tad: Well before all the drama, I was trying to convince her how stupid it is to take unnecessary risks.
Opal: What, by falling out of an airplane?
Tad: I didn't mean to fall out of the airplane. It was an accident. In any case, gambling with her life is a hell of a lot more frightening to me than that parachute.
Opal: Oh, so you're still scared about her getting pregnant again, huh?
Tad: No, Ma. I jumped out of the plane because of her cooking.
Opal: Look, why don't I go over and see Dixie and find out if it's safe for you to go home.
Tad: No. Thank you. I don't need you to soften up my wife. I've got a lock on that job.
Opal: Oh, you do, do you?
Tad: Oh, yeah. If all else fails, I'll just resort to boyish charm. These couldn't hurt, either. Wish me luck.
Opal: Good luck. You'll need it.

Edmund: I'm not leaving him alone.
Alex: Your brother -- proudest man I've ever met. The sheer force of his personality. He'd walk into a room and all eyes would flash his way because he demanded it. He deserved it. He was Dimitri Marick. Pay attention. And we all did. But now --
Edmund: But now what? He's ill, so we should just forget him, just leave him?
Alex: Of course not. But we have to respect his wishes. You know how painful this is for him, for you to see him like this?
Edmund: Well, he let you see him.
Alex: But I was his doctor before I was his wife.
Edmund: Well, he's just going to have to get over it because he's my brother and I'm going to take care of him.
Alex: And I applaud that. I do. But, you know, it has been my experience -- and I'm talking now as a doctor, not just as your sister-in-law -- that there are some people who simply cannot make the adjustment. It's too fundamental to them -- who they were in the world. They cannot make the transition. Or they won't.
Edmund: Alex, I know my brother, ok? I know he's stubborn. I know he's proud. But we've been down this road before. We've had hard times and things he's had to accept. And he can do this. I know he can.
Alex: Listen, you're going to have to promise me that you won't tell him I told you this. He wanted to kill himself. He'd written letters to all of you to be mailed in the event of his death. I still have them. He was going to go off to Vadzel, up some mountain or whatever.
Edmund: Oh. Ok. That's not -- ahem. That's Dimitri. Ok? That is such a Dimitri move, a grand final gesture, which, by the way, was for your benefit. He was never really going to do it.
Alex: Maybe, maybe not. I have treated hundreds of patients with fatal diseases, and sometimes taking their own life, it gives them back a sense of control.
Edmund: I feel for you. Ok? I really do. It's hard enough to be his brother. But the bottom line is I'm not going to leave you alone here to deal with this.

[Dimitri groans]

Dimitri: Edmund?

Liza: Ahem. I've been to worse parties.
Marian: Oh, well, that is a lie.
Liza: No. Do you remember when you orchestrated that scavenger hunt for my 10th birthday? You put a 44-dd bra on the list. The kids never came back.
Marian: Liza, nothing you can say right now is going to make me feel any better.
Liza: What do you really want?
Marian: Well, you saw the way that Millicent toadied up to Adam. But she won't give me and Stuart the time of day, and it's not so much for myself. It's for Stuart. I really think he deserves better.
Liza: Mother, Millicent Greenlee is an insufferable snob. She's not worth all the upset. Now, there is somebody who is worth 10 Millicent Greenlee's. And she's standing right behind you. And you should go and you should -- you should make it better.

Opal: Oh, a thousand pardons for crashing your private tea party, Marian.
Marian: Opal, I'm so sorry. I really did want to include you. You see --
Opal: Yeah, but I know- there was only room for one Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt, and since I no longer hold that dubious title, I just -- I'm just persona non grata. That's Latin for "ex-girlfriend."
Marian: Opal, please wait a minute. Opal, please wait! Please. You are the best friend that I've ever had.
Opal: Yeah, until what? Until somebody better came along? Is that it? Get this straight, Marian -- do not use me as a stepping stone. You want to climb the social ladder? Well, fine. Go right ahead, but find somebody else to hold the ladder for you!
Marian: Opal, please wait. I need to explain to you that --
[door closes]

Stuart: Well, I don't know about you, but I think that was a pretty great party. Everybody seemed to have a really good time. And -- when tad dropped in -- ooh! Ooh, boy! That was something. I'm sorry I messed up.
Marian: Oh, no, Stuart. You did no such thing.
Stuart: I know how much you wanted me to be on that committee. I -- what can I do to make you happy?
Marian: You can take me home. You know why? I think I've had just about enough fun for one day. Don't worry. I'm going to be ok.
Stuart: Course you are.
Marian: I'm just upset.
Stuart: I know. It's ok.
Marian: It was a disaster.
Stuart: Oh, no.
Marian: It was a disaster.

Tad: I'm home.
Dixie: Not for long.

Ryan: Becca? Don't mess yourself up playing "What if" Hayley and Mateo's problems are definitely not your fault.
Becca: But if I hadn't opened my big mouth --
Ryan: Wait, wait, wait. You didn't know Mateo was listening. And you tried to cover it up. Not that it was your secret to keep, so why don't you just cut yourself a little bit of a break?
Becca: Well, thanks.
Ryan: Hmm.
Becca: Well, I really hope everything works out for everybody, especially you and Gillian.
Ryan: Thank you, but I think it might be a little bit late for that.
Becca: Well, you never know. Things change. People do, too. Well, I got to get to work now.
Ryan: All right.
Becca: Ok.
Ryan: If you see Scott, tell him he's a very lucky man.
Becca: No. I'm the one that's lucky. Bye.

Greenlee: Who knew?
Scott: What?
Greenlee: I always thought Tad and Dixie were this ultradull married couple. But it just goes to show there's a little Scott and Zelda in everyone.
Scott: That's what you used to call us.
Greenlee: Hmm. Would you ever jump out of a plane?
Scott: It's not on the top of my list. How about you?
Greenlee: I'd do anything on a dare. But you know that. Remember that Sunday afternoon, we jumped off the pier into Santa Monica Bay?
Scott: How could I forget? I got hooked by a fisherman. I've still got the scar.
Greenlee: Where?
Scott: Right here.
Greenlee: Let me see.
Scott: Uh, I -- I got to take this tape back to be edited, with Becca,
Greenlee: Isn't she working at the Glamorama?
Scott: Yeah. She just started her shift.
Greenlee: I've been told I have a good eye. Let me help.
Scott: Sure. Why not?

Edmund: You know, if I wasn't so glad to see you --

[Dimitri mutters]

Edmund: Hey. Hey, this is not her fault. Don't look at her that way, ok? Dimi, you know me. You know me. I can't rest until I figure everything out. I followed her here, ok? It's not her fault.
Dimitri: I want you to go.
Edmund: Not a chance. Hey, come on. I've finally got you where I want you. You can't say no to me.

[Dimitri breathes heavily]

Edmund: I'm going to take care of you.
Dimitri: No!
Edmund: Forget no. I love you.
Dimitri: No --
Edmund: Gillian loves you. Everybody loves you, Dimitri. Dimitri, this is a miracle. You -- you're alive and you're going to get better and you're going to get --
Dimitri: Alex --
Edmund: Better than ever. And we do it my way, ok? We do it my way.
Dimitri: Stop --
Edmund: Let me take you home.
Dimitri: Him.
Alex: Edmund, Edmund --
Edmund: We'll put you in the hunting lodge.
Dimitri: St --
Edmund: The west -
Dimitri: Him. Alex.
Alex: All right. Ok, all right, sweetheart.
Dimitri: Please --
Alex: All right, all right. All right, shh. All right, sweetheart. Don't worry. Shh, shh.
Dimitri: Him!
Alex: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. It's all right. It's all right, sweetheart. Shh, sh, shh. Ok.