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.
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.
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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!
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 fiancée"?
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 fiancée 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.
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