Hart of Dixie (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 21 - I'm Moving On - full transcript

What if we tore down that wall over there?
For special events.

I mean, how hard is it
to take down a wall?

How much is this gonna cost?

Well, more than
we made tonight.

If there's someone that
you care about in this world,

the risk lies
in not letting them know

while you have the chance.

Shelby,

will you marry me?

Yes?

I almost choked to death
the other day on a donut hole,



which is why I'm
here, to tell you

I like you.

Actually, I'm pretty
sure that you are

the one for me and...

Are you out of
your freaking mind right now?!

I am sorry you almost choked

to death
with a head full of regrets,

but next time,
take smaller bites.

Hello, I am vodka.

Hello, vodka.

I'm coffee liqueur. Mwah.

Okay, uh, this is weird.

It's like an episode
of Sesame Street

they decided to never air.



These are the ingredients

for a mind eraser drink

that the Internet guarantees
will erase

your brain of anything stupid

you might have done last night

or anything you might have said

that you very,
very much regret.

Yeah, Zoe, what the hell

was that last night?

I mean, I'm with Tansy now.

We have been over...

Over this.

I know. I am so sorry.

It was a crazy thing to do.

I've been a little crazy lately.

You're a lawyer.

You've heard
of the insanity defense.

Yeah, but those people still
get locked up.

Zoe, I just need to know
that this is not

gonna be a nightly occurrence,
okay?

No, one time thing, I swear.

Well, that's also what the guy
across the river says

about letting his dog out
at obscene hours of the evening,

but still, every night
at 2:30 a.m.,

I hear, "Go potty. Go potty.

Go potty."

I promise.

Look, I never should have
brought my craziness to you.

I felt so bad that I
didn't sleep all night.

While I wasn't sleeping,
I had a revelation,

and I started
an online dating profile.

You're online dating now?

Yup, moving on.

Fishing in a whole new pond.

The dating world no longer
knows me as Dr. Zoe Hart.

I am my screen name,
LetsGetAPhysical.

Oh.

Yeah, it seemed better
at 4:00 a.m.

Daddy, I really have
a lot going on here.

Can't you just tell me
over the phone?

Okay, okay, I'll be right over.

All right.

Um, I have to run
to see my father.

Can you fix the damage?

Of course
he can fix the damage.

And so can I, like I told you.

Yeah, it's not the damage

you can see
that's a problem, miss.

You see, inside the ceiling,

you got old
knob-and-tube wiring,

areas of dry rot,

a galvanized sprinkler
pipe starting to fail.

It's beyond what your handyman
should be taking on. No offense.

Oh, none taken.

I can hardly understand
all those big words.

Um,

Wade isn't my handyman.

He's my business partner.

Oh, well, I'm just
gonna go ahead

and work up an estimate
and call you later.

Is this number you
gave me okay to use?

Yeah, it's great.

I-I mean, it's fine.
Mm-hmm.

Now you see why you don't call
a guy like that?

Not at all.

Hey.
Hey.

I just passed Zoe Hart going
the other way.

Huh.

Oh, it's probably because
she was here.

Okay, and why was she here?

Uh, to... apologize.

For?

Saying that she...

had feelings for me last night.

Dolly Parton, go inside.

Daddy and I are gonna fight.

Okay, look, she came by.

You were out with your brothers,
and she was upset,

and she said the thing,
but then this morning,

and here's the important part,
she apologized.

Said she was way out of line,
and it will never happen again.

And did she say she doesn't
have feelings for you?

I... don't recall that
coming up,

but that doesn't matter because,

and here's
the really important part,

I don't feel the same way,

and she's moving on.

She's online dating.

So see, all in the past.

Also, free vodka.

Okay then.

Okay then.

Bye.

Thanks for letting
me raid your closet

for ninth- and
tenth-grade prom.

I just hope it
isn't too painful

for you that I'm going with Max.

I mean, that could have easily
been you on his arm,

but for a small twist of fate.

No, I have put Max
on the pile of old business,

but now thanks
to this dating site,

new business is flooding in.

Flooding or oozing?

Okay, maybe
they're not all winners,

but at least I'm out there.

I have to go to a med school
friend's wedding in New York,

so now when people ask me
if I'm seeing anyone,

I don't have to lie.

I can say, "Yes,
his name is RollTide420."

Yikes.

Can I have another run at Max?
No.

You're getting bottom-feeders

because you're fishing
with the wrong bait.

Your profile sucks.

What's wrong with it?

Well, to start,
it's four pages long.

It looks like one
of those manifestos

the FBI finds in serial
killers' apartments.

Hey, you just deleted
the whole fourth grade.

That was a very pivotal time
in my life.

And what is this picture
of you in a lab coat?

It's my hospital ID photo.

I used to get lots
of compliments

from my recovering
surgical patients.

Hey!

I don't know much about men,

obviously, but I
bet they'd rather

play doctor than date one.

Ha!

Some men like to date doctors.

Look at this.

Banker from Mobile,
plays tennis,

went to Vanderbilt. Score.

Okay, but just in case

you and the banker
don't work out,

I am posting the new
and improved Zoe Hart.

Hey, wait.

When asked what I was
looking for, what did you check?

Relationship or casual sex?

And that answers that.

Well, Daddy, don't leave us
hanging here by our thumbs.

Why'd you want to see us?

Lemon,

Magnolia.

Present.

Girls,

Shelby and I...

are engaged.

Well, you could at
least fake a congratulations.

I can always make it seem
real later in my head.

When did this happen?

Oh, um,
when I was in the hospital.

What?
What? You were in the hospital?

Which is also news, I realize.

Okay, why were you
in the hospital?

Just a brain tumor.

You have a brain tumor?

No.
Okay, is this your strategy,

to tell us the worst
thing possible

so this bad news
doesn't seem so bad?

No, no,
I do not have a brain tumor.

If I'd known

you hadn't planned any of this,

I would've written
something up.

Yeah, but the point is

no tumor, engaged, yay!

Also, just to clear the air,

I apologized completely

to your father for running away

when I thought he was dying.

You ran away?

But I understand it,
and it's fine.

She was scared.

It-it was scary,
and we talked about it,

and, uh, oh,
doesn't bother me a bit.

Well, why not? It
should bother you.

It bothers me plenty.

And I said it doesn't.

I have to meet my friends
to shop for the prom,

so if you guys are married
by the time I get back,

save me some cake.

She's a firecracker.

Hey, Wade.

I'm sorry,

but I just got a call from
the county building department

who got word from a contractor.

You're gonna have to shut down
for repairs, man.

Yeah, except I already
did the repairs,

so problem solved.

You know, those government
storm troopers

tried shutting us down
once before

just 'cause I hired
a perfectly nice,

large-breasted,
underage girl to serve alcohol.

It's like we're living
in Pakistan, Lavon, Pakistan.

Carry on.

Huh, yeah.

Tansy, you okay?

Oh, it's...
probably nothing.

Just that Zoe Hart
came over last night

and told George
she had feelings for him.

No.
Yeah,

but George said
she's over it and moving on

and even online dating,

and I know it shouldn't
matter if she has feelings

for George because he doesn't
have feelings for her.

Tansy, you're
probably just insecure

about where you
and George stand.

What you need
is absolute scientific proof

that you two are meant
to be together,

like Tom and me, so even
in the rough times,

you don't worry
how it'll end up.

Well, that sounds nice,
but I can't imagine

how you'd prove that.

Having your star charts done.

Oh, my God, is that a thing?

How does it work?
Where do I go?

Madame Van Horn, here.

Ooh, Internet dating, huh?

Better be careful; a lot
of freaks and weirdos online.

Well, there are plenty

in here, too.

Mm, zing.

Dr. Hart?

Hey, Meatball.

Here I am.

What?

You're the tennis-playing banker

from Mobile
who went to Vanderbilt?

You made it all up?

Not Vanderbilt.

That's a real place; I checked.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Shut up.

Crap.

This'll be a great story

for our wedding toast.

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Please?

Two prom chaperones
just dropped out,

and if you don't do it,
they'll replace them

with 80-year-old teachers
who don't allow slow dancing.

Or fast dancing.

Uh, last year,
Mrs. Pike kept Gladys Day

off of the dance floor in case
her "childbearing hips"

caused a frenzy
amongst the gentlemen.

I appreciate your problem,

but I went to one prom
my senior year

where my date broke up with me
during the "Thong Song,"

and I spent the rest
of the night in the corner

with the other losers.

So no, going to prom again
would just remind me

that I've always sucked
at picking guys.

You do push love away.

Is the online dating a bust?

No, I'm getting lots
of responses

from all kinds of guys.

Although looking closer,
I am realizing now

that most of them
are actually Meatball.

I did go on two dates
just today.

One reminded me

too much of someone

who I am trying
to move on from,

and the other,

too much of someone
who I already have.

Look, I don't know.

You know, maybe I should
just do the opposite

of what my instincts tell me,
just go a totally different way.

Ooh, hey.

This one looks promising.

Good job,

graduated from...

Oh, no, wait. Meatball again.

Hey, George called with great news.
Oh?

Yeah, not only did
the court uphold our injunction

against Fillmore's mall,

but a new survey
might give us a right

to pursue damages
of adverse possession

under the
Coastal Preservation Act.

Goodness.

Save some of that
sexy talk for bedtime.

Yeah, but the important
thing is not that we won.

It's that Mayor Gainey lost.

Let's go get him

a nice little card that says,

"Sorry you lost,
you fat loser."

Oh!
Oh!

Oh!

Smells like garbage.

Smells like it's
coming from this way.

Then why aren't we going
that way?

Ooh, please don't be
a dead body.

I will never stop throwing up.

Oh! This is the
Fillmore town line.

Gainey put his dump
right up next to us

just to get back at me.

You want to play that game,

I am more than willing.

Oh, but that's the reaction
he's expecting.

You do something back,
he does something,

and pretty soon it's just about

who can be more childish.

Me! I can.

I'm sure. But don't.

The goats are a nice touch.

Hey, Magnolia. What's wrong?

Hey, whoa now.
Now stop! Stop!

Just, would you tell me
what's wrong?

It's the stupid school.

They said I can't go to prom

if I have one tiny
nose piercing.

So what? You
don't have a...

Oh, Lord, you do.

Magnolia Breeland, when
did you have that done?

Yesterday, right after you told
us that we have a new mommy.

And-And you did this without
consulting me?

Yeah. I thought that was
the new rule around here;

we do whatever we want
without consulting anyone else.

Okay, I do not appreciate
that attitude.

And you will take that out,

or you will have
it taken out now.

Why? Shelby said it looked cute.

Oh. Oh, Shelby saw it?

Mm-hmm, yeah, at breakfast.

Oh. Shelby?

Shelby, honey?

Magnolia says that
you knew all about this,

this nose-piercing stunt?

Mm-hmm. Isn't it cute?

No, I don't think so, no.

How could you let her
get away with this?

I'll give you two
some private time.

Well, I didn't think
she should've done it either,

but I also didn't know

if I could say anything.

Well, you can,
you definitely can.

Well, I didn't know that.
I'm not her mom.

I don't know how much say-so
I have around this house

with your girls,
or anything else.

Oh... you're right,
you're right.

I understand.

The answer is, you have
exactly as much say-so as I do.

We are partners in family
matters and everything else.

So feel free to
step up and speak out.

Well, thank you,
that means the world to me.

So, okay, partner.

The nose-piercing?
Yeah.

I am on it. Magnolia!

Oh, hey.

Uh, Rose Hattenbarger came by
a little while ago

and said they need chaperones
for the prom.

So could we...? I mean,
she sounded real desperate.

Oh, yes, of course.
Okay.

Look what I got.

What is all that?

Star charts.
Star...

Star charts.

An astrological forecast
of our lives.

I gave Madame Van Horn $19.95

and the exact dates
and times of our birth,

and we came back
totally compatible!

Oh.

Oh. Well, all right.
Look at that. That's...

You don't believe all this,
I can tell.

No, no, I just think that if
something's gonna, I don't know,

determine the course
of my whole future,

I'd want it to cost
a little more than $19.95.

Well, you can be skeptical,

but now I don't have to worry
about Zoe Hart,

because I know we are destined
to be together.

It says so right here.

Oh. Birth time
6:05 a.m., huh?

Yeah, I got it from your file
of "If I die" papers.

Why?

Uh, no reason, no reason.

I just... I didn't realize I was
always such an early riser.

I'm like, I'm like a rooster!

Yeah!
Yeah!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Oh, my God, you guys
look so nice.

Thanks inviting me to join you.

I hope I am not a third wheel.

Oh, no, no, no, not at all.
Although nothing says

"smooth rid""
like a fourth wheel.

What's going on?

We found you a date. Well, Max did.
What?

Oh, and here he is. Dr. Hart,
meet Michael, my father.

Your...?
So nice to meet you.

Oh, my gosh, would you look
at the time!

Oh, we have to go and do
homework before the prom. Bye.

Mm-hmm.
Rose!

Well, you did say
"totally different." Bye!

Hey.

Thanks for coming out
so fast, man.

All your online reviews say
how in demand you are.

Yeah, it's a good thing you got
me between jobs.

Your main support beam
is near-about busted

all the way through.

No way.

Whoa!

See there? Hell, I'm afraid
to even let go of it

long enough to get my jack
and shore it up.

Well, here,
let me help you out.

All right.
All right.

Okay.

Yeah, keep it just like that,
perfectly straight.

That thing moves
even a little bit,

every wall in this place
will come down.

Fun as it may be to watch,

your joy is liable
to be short-lived.

Yeah? Well, I got it.

Why don't you go get
that jack, huh?

Hey! What are you doing?!

Hey!
Like I said,

I'm between jobs.

Well, hey, get back here,
damn it!

Well, I will not be writing
a very favorable online review!

Oh! Goll...

Well, Max's mom remarried

to a real nice guy.

Nice enough guy.

People seem to like him.

So, I think Max worries
about me,

wants me to have someone.

Seems like he wants me
to have someone, too.

You know, I don't
even have time

to think about dating,
what with all my interests

and work and parenthood.

But Max told me
about you, and, well,

I just couldn't say no.

That is so nice.
He's a good kid.

He lacks boundaries.

True, mm-hmm.
Yeah.

Well, I hate to end this,

but I am actually
chaperoning the prom.

Oh!
Max isn't too thrilled about it,

but it beats finding out later that
he left with his math teacher.

Funny.

Yeah.

Well...

See you later.

Mr. Burgess.

Wade, I called Eric,
the contractor, to find out why

he never called me,
and he said he was fired.

Do you know...?

I suppose you have something
to say about this.

Well, I really wouldn't know
where to begin.

Well, I hired a guy
on the cheap.

And I put the money to pay him
in the till.

And then he took it.

I'm inclined to believe that his
Web site was not authentic.

Now if you would please find
something

to help me brace
this beam up with.

Sure. I just need to hear
those three little words.

I'm an idiot.

Those are the ones.

I'm sorry, Lemon. I really am.

Now we don't have money
for repairs,

and we can't open the restaurant
to get the money

without doing the repairs.

It's fine.
I'll figure something out.

Everybody makes mistakes.

Well, that's very nice of you.

Guess what mine was.

Why are we stopping here?

Our barbecue's gonna get cold.

Just need to make
one quick delivery.

In Fillmore?

Is this Mayor Gainey's house?

No. Oh, no.

Lavon!

Yeah.

What are you...?

How do you like that how,
Gainey?!

Well, I should have
knowed by the smell

someone from BlueBell
was outside. No offense.

Yeah, that smell is
from the dump you put up

right up against our town line!

And how's anyone supposed
to know the difference

between a dump and the
BlueBell town line?

Todd Sr., get back
in the house!

Remove the dump, Gainey, or
things are gonna get real ugly.

Oh, is is time for the
Miss BlueBell contest again?

What?!
Lavon, get in that car!

This ain't over, Gainey!

Oh, it'd be over
right here and now

if someone hadn't taken
my crossbow!

Oh, I'm here.
I'm right here.

In the house now.

Sorry for the mess.

Y'all eat a lot of fruit.

We should eat more fruit.

That is what I was
talking about!

One thing leads to another,

and then suddenly
BlueBell is nothing

but a smoking hole
in the ground!

Well, I'd rather it be destroyed
than polluted by Gainey!

Shh, shh.

Mrs. Gainey seemed reasonable.

Maybe the two of us could talk.

No, no. You can't trust her.

This is mayor stuff.
You don't understand.

I understand this is how
wars get started.

The trouble in the Middle East

is probably over something
just as stupid.

Although, to be honest, I don't
keep up with it like I should.

Evening.
Sorry if I'm interrupting.

No, come on in, sit.

Oh.

What is it? You look so serious.

Well, that's because I'm here
on a serious errand

of a business nature.

I was hoping that we could talk.

Yeah.

Oh, I can go read
in another room.

Such a big old house.

It's funny how every
conversation seems

to happen in this one room.

No, stay now.

Lemon, I was
telling Shelby today

how she is now an equal part
of my life,

so there's no reason
she should go.

Well, all right.

Uh, the short version is

that the Rammer Jammer was
robbed this evening.

It what?!
Oh, my God, are you okay?

I'm fine, the police
have been notified.

But it's created a lack of funds

to make the necessary repairs
for us to open.

Say no more.
How much do you need?

Listen, it's not a handout.

It would be a business loan,
with interest.

I haven't had time
to go to the lawyer's

to draw up the papers,

but it's amazing what you can do
these days

with the Internet and $19.95.
Mm...

Is there something you want
to say, hon?

Well you told me to speak up
in family matters.

Well, I'm sure he was
just being polite.

No, I meant it.
Say what you want.

It's just that you have been
so proud of Lemon standing

on her own two feet with all

the slings and arrows
coming her way this year.

It is true...
I'm very proud.

And I don't see how

bailing her out now
will do her any favors.

Oh, well, it's not a favor.

It's-it's a loan.

But isn't that what banks
are for and insurance,

and all the other things
that business owners have

when they can't run
to their family?

Well, I-I'm sure that that's true and

of course it-it kills me to come here...

But it's none of my business,
then it's not.

But it seems to me,

that the kindest thing

is the hardest and that's
to let Lemon work this out

on her own like
she has been doing

so amazingly well so far.

Well, you-you have
been pretty adamant

about that very point.

You know what?

Of course I have been.

And... you're so right.

Thank you, Shelby,
for popping up

and reminding me of that.

Well,

this is absolutely
for the best.

I will work this out on my own.

Shelby, enjoy your wine.

Take small sips.

Don't choke.

Hey, Tansy?

Have you seen that blue shirt
that I had laid out for tonight?

Oh, I forgot.

After seeing how well our star
charts worked out,

I went back
to Madame Van Horn, and...

had our color charts done.

And it turns out

that you have been wearing
too many cool colors

when warm colors
are more in harmony

with your natural energy,
so I put some stuff

in the giveaway pile.

Yeah, but I liked
that blue shirt.

Also I realized after
studying our star charts

why I have been feeling
so off balance lately.

It's because you and I
are both fire signs

and we live on the water.

Our energy is being doused.

Of course, duh.
But

I like living on a boat, so...

Me, too, and we still can,
we just have to move it up

on to land, you know, I called
a guy who has a trailer, so...

Okay, no, Tansy, no,
we're not moving the boat.

And I would

really like
my blue shirt back, please.

And I am not surprised.

The chart says
that you, Saturn,

um, can be hard to change
your ways and critical

of Mercury's new ideas.

Yeah, that's because
her ideas are nuts.

I'm sorry?

Tansy, listen, the only reason

I let you believe all that
nonsense is

because you seem to need
some external validation

of our compatibility.

Uh, what do you mean
"let me believe"?

The birth time
that you gave her... 6:05 a.m.

I was born at 6:05 p.m., okay?

But nevertheless

I believe that
we still belong together.

And that psychic?

Well, she-she can just
stay the hell out of it.

Okay, then.

I appreciate your honesty.

We should get ready
for prom now.

Don't want to be late.

Yeah, I got you a corsage.

Ooh.

Another Internet date?

A blind date if you must know.

You tell him you love him yet?

Hey, you know what guys

really like is when you
stand outside their house

with a boom box over
your head, yeah.

Yeah, you heard
what I told George?

Well, if it bothers
you so much,

just say so...
don't be an ass.

Oh, it doesn't bother me.

You know, I love watching

you and your little drama...
it's kind of...

what passes for entertainment
around here.

Drama?

Drama?!

Drama!

Ooh, my God.

Drama is the last thing I want.

All this... the makeups,
the breakups, the emotions?

Look, all I want

is a stable adult and calm.

You know, someone
I can relax with.

Sure.
Laugh with.

Kind of like the guy
I was with tonight.

Oh, my God,
that is who I should date.

Someone who doesn't make me
feel like I'm always

back in high school.

Where you going?

To prom.

* You don't love me
like you used to *

* Just a spirit

* Haunting my bedroom...

Mr. Burgess?

Yeah.

I don't want to get
anyone in trouble...

but I'm worried that
someone spiked the punch.

Come on.

Well, let's see.

I can't tell, so
just to be safe,

I'll take this and you pour a
new batch in that clean bowl.

Of course.

* I always wanted just
to hold you close *

* I'm buried in the pockets
of my coat *

* Alone with all...

"Magic in the stars".

Poor kids don't know
there isn't any.

The stars are just gassy balls
that died a long time ago.

Oh.

That wouldn't have made
a pretty banner.

Listen, Tans, we can go
get our charts redone

if you want to with
the right information,

but it seems to me, for some
reason, you are looking

for a problem
in our relationship

where there really isn't one.

I have been known to do that.

Well, you don't need
a strip-mall psychic, okay?

Just listen to your gut
and trust us.

And stop worrying
that Zoe Hart's gonna

keep on popping up everywhere.

Okay?

Hi. Nice prom.

Oh, my God, are you kidding me?

Ooh, excuse me.

Have fun.

Hey, Lemon.

I heard the Rammer Jammer's

closed up... I'm sorry.

Only for a short while.

We'll reopen as soon as I secure
the necessary finances.

Scratchers?

This is your financial plan?

Well, I mean, it wasn't.

I was going to get
a business loan from my father

until Shelby stuck her nose in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Yes.

Can you scratch these?

My hand's cramping.

I mean, maybe I could
give you a loan.

What?

Lavon, no.

That's sweet of you,

but I can't take money from you.

Don't be silly.

Why is it silly
to take money from me?

I don't know, it's just...

because...

You know, because...

Shelby was right.

Crap.

Where you going?

I have no idea.

But I'm gonna get there
on my own two feet.

Not on my knees begging.

Shelby, I need to run
a quick little errand.

I will be right back.

Don't forget the check
you wrote Lemon.

And on the memo line where
it says what it's for,

why don't you just write
"Undermining my fianc?e"?

Okay, look, I-I was
not undermining you.

You told me to involve myself

like I was a partner
in this family.

And you should, you are.

But then you go to
Lemon behind my back

like I'm not a partner

and I don't know where I stand.

Look, Lemon is

my daughter, and she is hurting.

And I think when someone
you love needs your help,

you don't turn
your back on them.

I realize that.

Well, I'm not so sure you do.

Well, what does that mean?

Because you are supposed to be
there for people you care about.

And not just run away
the second things get rough

and go shopping.

I thought you weren't
mad about that.

Well, apparently I am.

* You could break a heart

* In your sleep

* Yeah, the way...

Oh, my God, Michael?

I totally forgot you were
chaperoning prom, too.

Zoe?

I thought you weren't coming.

Joking. You never get my jokes.

Well, my dad's not dancing,

and you're not dancing, so...

Oh... Oh,
I don't want to...

Dance.

Oh.

Okay.

* You've never been alone...

I have a confession.

I wasn't sure about
our setup at first.

Well, you were a good sport.
Listen.

I'm used to dating
a different kind of guy.

But I had a great
time with you.

I've been running around
chasing dysfunctional

relationships ever
since I got to BlueBell.

But a different guy
is what I need.

Someone more adult.

Hey, turns out you're an adult.

Yeah... no.

What?

I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

But why not?
Frankly,

um, I don't need the drama.

Drama?

What is this drama
I keep being accused of?

I don't want the drama either.

That's why I'm here.

I've listened
to your dating stories

and you may think you don't
want drama, but you do.

Maybe you do.

Or what did you mean when you

said you heard about me
and you couldn't say no?

I meant I couldn't say no.

Max and Rose wouldn't let me.

They were worried about you.

I'm sorry.

What?!

You think you can do better?

Look around, pal, look around.

Hey, there, homewrecker.

Oh, look.

There's a happy couple.

Maybe you should break them up.

Okay, I'm gonna go home.

I should never have
come here anyway.

When has that ever stopped you?

Tansy, I said that I was
sorry for the other night.

Not to me.

Oh, well, I am, and I promise

that it will never happen again.

And this is where I say,
"Oh, that's all right,"

like I do every time
it looks like there's

something going on between
you and my boyfriend.

What did you think was
gonna happen anyway?

I don't know.

Were you hoping
that he'd run off

with you and leave
me brokenhearted?

No... I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry.

I wasn't thinking
about anyone else.

Because we are
not all characters

in the Zoe Hart
"Who do I love today?" story.

And you can't just
say you have feelings

for someone's boyfriend and
then say, "Oops, never mind".

You're right!

There is something terribly
wrong with me, okay?

I am...

very, very sorry!

Again...

drama.

What? Me?

But she...!

No. You gotta go.

Man...

From the lady down the bar.

I can't see anything.

Neither can I.

Oh! Good.

It's you.

Um, Mrs. Gainey,
thank you

for meeting me here
to talk things out.

I'll admit,
it's not easy being here.

Oh, because you're deceiving
your husband?

No, because I'm an alcoholic.

Oh. Sorry.

As your Mayor Hayes suspected,

the dump was Todd's retaliation

for losing his beloved mall.

The mall was a nonstarter
for the mayor.

But I'm sure two women of reason

can find a compromise.

Yes.

But I can't ask the mayor

to remove the dump

without taking back something
significant in exchange.

There may be something

I can persuade the mayor
to part with.

But it'll hurt him to do it.

Well...

it's not a compromise
unless everyone hurts a little.

Tans, hey, Tansy, hold on.

Baby, where you going?

I think there might be something
wrong with the punch.

Why? What...

what happened?

George, I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to find

a problem where
there isn't one,

but there is one.

To me.
All right?

I just can't be
in the same place

as Zoe Hart.

Okay.
Well, you're not anymore,

you're out here, so...

No.

Listen...

as long as we're in BlueBell,
she'll be around.

And you say you don't
have feelings for her,

and you probably
believe that's true,

but I don't.

I'm sorry, I just don't.

And you said "Go
with your gut""

and my gut

says, "Get out of town."

Whoa. Okay.

Tansy, what...

What exactly
are you saying, here?

We live on a boat.

It's not that hard
to go someplace else.

I mean, three-quarters
of the world is water.

Okay, are you

seriously asking me to...

to leave BlueBell?

Yes.

George, if you

really do think
we belong together,

like you said we do, then...

you will start over with me.

Someplace else.

Away from here.

To our grand experiment
in bar ownership.

Nope, I'm not ready
to give up yet

and prove those naysayers right.

I'll find the money somehow.

I'll turn to crime...
sell my body.

What, to medical science or...?

Hey, don't be mean.

Hey, don't be drinking up
all your stock yet.

You need it to reopen.

Hey, buddy, you want
to buy a bar?

We almost have a skylight.

I want to help, and, uh,

don't worry, I'm not
here to offer money.

Really?

Is it too late to ask again?
Yup.

Instead I brought this.

I figure with all
of us pitching in,

we'll get this place up
and running by breakfast.

Now, I would like scrambled eggs
and some wheat toast, please.

Lavon, everyone, I don't
even know what to say.

See, I told you we didn't need
to hire that fancy contractor.

All right.

I'm sorry

I blew up like that.

I wish you'd come
in here sooner.

I just bought four pairs
of shoes I can't afford,

and I'm still a purse away
from feeling better.

You know, I wasn't aware of it,

but clearly I am having trouble

trusting you.

With my girls and...

with my heart.

For good reason.

I know that.

We decided to get married
so fast and under duress.

Yeah, and maybe even
under sedation.

Kidding.

No.

And I had just gotten scared

and run away, and you got
scared that I got scared.

And I think that the problem is

neither one of us know

where we stand with each other.

Yeah.

Except we love each other.

Yes, we do.

You know, sad part is

if-if we were already married,
I probably wouldn't

even be worried about you
committing to me anymore.

Because I'd already
be committed to you.

Yeah, I mean, I was married.

I know how to do that, it's
just this in-between part.

Oh, it's so confusing.

I didn't ask you to be
my fianc?e for God sake.

I asked you to be my wife.

We should've just skipped
this whole part.

I know, right?

It's like Chutes and Ladders.
Yup, zoom.

Here we go.

Well, that wouldn't be
the most rational move.

No, no, it wouldn't.

Although being rational

is kind of overrated.

True.

I've been rational
my whole life.

Me, I've been mostly
the opposite.

Show me how.

I'm free tomorrow.

So am I.

Are we getting married?

Mm-hmm.

You know,

we should probably
do this out of town.

BlueBell weddings, they
can be fraught with peril.

Lavon?

Lavon, guess what?

Guess who made a deal tonight
with Mayor Gainey's wife?

I really hope it's not
you 'cause I asked you

to stay out of it.

I know, but I didn't.

Oh, AnnaBeth,
this is official business.

This is like if
the First Lady talked

to North Korea without
telling the president.

Okay, well, it's not.

But what if the First Lady got
Fillmore to move its dump,

and all BlueBell had
to do was cancel

its Fourth of July fireworks.

What? The fireworks?

Now we have to cancel
the town's fireworks?

Take your time.

Oh.

There you go.

The fire department won't let us
have fireworks this year anyway.

On account we burned down
the old pier last year.

That is correct.

So, you got rid of the dump
and gave up nothing?

Aren't you glad
I'm on your side?

Oh.

Hey, George.

Glad you could make.

Tansy coming?

No.

Later?

No.

Okay.

You all right?

No.

You want to hit stuff?

Yeah.

Have fun.

Ooh, ooh, let me guess.

Somebody else got voted
prom queen.

I've had a very hard night.

And I feel terrible.

So for awhile...

tonight...

I'd like to feel better.

And not talk.