You can't just say you have feelings for George
and then say, "Oops, never mind!"
Hey, I am very, very sorry!
I can't be in the same place as Zoe Hart.
If you really do think we belong together,
you will start over with me,
- someplace else. - Tansy left
last night. Like "left George Tucker" left?
I'd say that's a good bet.
Being rational is kind of overrated.
Are we getting married? Uh-huh.
You and AnnaBeth seem right together.
It inspires me to find the right person, too.
I'm going on tour tomorrow,
and I could use an extra voice on the road.
Where are we going? Not we, me. New York.
You were right.
Look, I have changed!
Which is why I'm going after her.
I came all this way to tell you that...
I love you.
Wow.
I was kind of hoping for more than a "wow."
I'm gonna spend the summer in New York.
I'll see you in three months, Doc.
Dr. Hart!
Where are you?!
Come back!
Now wake up.
Wake up.
Nap's over, lazy ass.
You got rounds.
Run a chem seven, CBC.
Mrs. Abrams, room 82, needs an echo.
Get Ms. Rami in bed 11 in for a double bypass this afternoon.
Mr. Diamond in room 43, he can be released
only if he promises to get his pacemaker checked in two weeks.
You can tell his daughter because she'll remind...
Meatball?
What?
Sorry.
I was just listing my favorite sandwiches.
Lemon?
Hey.
Hi, honey.
Joel, what are you doing here?
Well,
I had the worst writer's block ever.
Needed an ego boost, so I loitered in the fiction section
of the Strand until someone recognized me.
I have issues.
Don't judge.
Me? Judge.
I'm swimming in issues.
Beet salad with celery root,
grilled fennel and...
cold poached salmon. What?
This is so sweet.
But what is the occasion?
Oh, they accepted our offer on the apartment.
No way!
All that's left is to be approved by the co-op board.
We meet them Friday at 9:00 a.m.
I cannot believe this.
That is my dream apartment.
Yes!
Shmancy novelist. Semi-shmancy surgeon.
We are going to breeze past that co-op board.
Uh, actually, uh, your former business partner...
Dr. Breemore?
Breeland. Brick.
Brick. Right. Still hilarious.
He hasn't sent in his reference letter the board asked for.
Are you sure you asked him for it? Yeah.
No, I wrote it all up for him. All he had to do was sign it.
I overnighted it to him weeks ago.
Why didn't he do it? Did you leave on bad terms or something?
I left on good terms with everyone.
Rose?
Is that you? Is that really you?
Duh. And it was really me when you pretended
you didn't know me five minutes ago.
Okay. I know how that may have looked, but...
Remember how you promised
we'd spend my 16th birthday in New York?
Well, my 16th birthday was yesterday.
So I had to come here with the model U.N. field trip.
I'm Egypt.
And my stupid, idiot classmates got into a food fight,
so now I'm starting my 16th year in some New York hospital
babysitting Finland while he gets a French fry removed
from his sinus passages.
Well, how long are you in town?
Maybe I can take you to lunch tomorrow.
Barney's! A belated celebration!
Happy birthday!
Don't pretend that you care about me.
You don't care about any of us.
I do care.
Really? Is that why you told
everyone you were leaving forever in an e-mail?
You know what?
Good-bye, Dr. Hart. See you never.
Rose, come...
Individual e-mails.
Minimal cutting and pasting.
You know, it's just... it's so hard for me to say good-bye.
Zoe, I know you've been having weird dreams, anxiety.
Maybe you should go back to BlueBell.
Tie up loose ends, make things right.
Get that very important reference letter signed.
Joel, things in BlueBell are... complicated.
There's stuff that I haven't fully told you.
Yeah, and I want to know everything.
But we have time.
You know,
maybe before we start our new life,
you should put the old one to bed.
Yeah. Maybe you're right.
Go.
Enjoy yourself. Take a few days.
Just be back Friday morning by 9:00.
Of course. Mm.
Pinky promise.
Mm, pinky promise.
Hello?!
Where'd everyone go?
They're in the church.
Town meeting.
Hello, Doc.
Hi, Wade.
It's nice to see you.
Figured you'd be back. Hi, Wade.
Actually, um, I'm-I'm just here for the night, so...
Well, I'm guessing I'm...
probably not the first person you were hoping to run into.
I just...
I know that-that you...
are probably angry at me, and-and I should explain.
No.
No need to explain.
I don't have any regrets.
As for the rest of the people in this town, I can't say
they were as charmed by your cyber adioses as I was.
Well, that's why I'm here: to smooth all that over.
Good luck with that, Doc.
Unfortunately, it is true.
Fillmore has issued a preemptive noise ordinance against us.
Now, now, unless we can get it overturned by tomorrow,
the Founder's Day parade is canceled.
Say what?
Mayor Hayes, now, this parade has been going on now
for 250 years.
How could this be?
Mayor Todd Gainey Sr. and that crooked ambulance chaser,
Scooter McGreevey, is how.
I was a take a date,
and she was hot to trot.
If George Tucker were here, this never would have happened.
Look, look, everybody just calm down.
Huh? Reverend, I'm-I'm sure you have
some words of wisdom.
We could pray.
Let us bow our heads
in a moment of silent reflection.
Hello, everyone!
I'm back!
I brought bagels.
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Lavon.
Please tell me that you don't hate me.
What? What? No. Never.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming?
It was all just kind of last minute.
I've been thinking about this place,
and-and I wanted to end things right.
Plus, I need Brick to sign this reference letter.
So you're really staying in New York, huh?
I mean, you know, uh,
I got your e-mail,
but somehow I didn't think it was gonna stick.
I know.
I'm sorry about the e-mail. I-I should have called.
But, come on, let's face it.
You know, BlueBell was like
just a rest stop on the way to reality.
I met someone.
Someone that I can see spending the rest of my life with.
That's great news.
I know things here were...
Tumultuous? Trying? Triangular?
All of the above.
I'm happy for you. Thank you.
Mayor Hayes, no big deal-- the town's going down in flames,
but by all means, keep gossiping like a beauty parlor lady.
Sorry, Z, I got to go.
I'm-I'm glad you're here.
Um, yeah, you-you should know, um,
I sublet the carriage house to my cousin Lynly.
Oh. Yeah, no, I didn't expect...
I'll just stay at the B&B.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
Dash.
Guess what. I'm gonna check in
to the Whippoorwill Blossom, so we are gonna have
so much time to catch up.
All of my rooms are filled up with guests for the parade.
And I wouldn't want you to have one anyway.
You know, in New York,
a gesture of fresh bagels means something!
We need to discuss our options for the parade
in case we can't make noise.
So I say
we all learn to sing "Dixie" in sign language.
Where is Lemon?
Outside, on the phone with her secret boyfriend.
Lemon doesn't have a secret boyfriend.
We'd know. Really?
She's on the phone all the time, whispering.
She's got a spring in her step.
I am positive our little Lemon is getting herself squeezed.
Hey, all you Belles!
Zoe Hart.
It is so good to see you all again.
You look just the same.
Any of you have a spare room?
Perchance a guesthouse?
Welcome back, but no one likes you anymore.
Oh.
You can stay with us.
Ow. Ow.
Oh, but Wanda feels
your leaving was a personal betrayal
and has vowed never to let you darken her doorstep again.
And since I am married to her, you can't stay with me.
I retract.
I don't get it.
Why is everyone this mad?
I moved. People are allowed to move, right?
Yeah.
Uh, I think it might be because you ruined all our lives.
That is most certainly the reason.
Wait. I did what?!
See, when you told George Tucker
that you loved him, it chased Tansy out of town.
And, uh, sad George went on the road with Lily Ann Lonnergan.
No one's heard from him since.
He's MIA. What?
Oh. Missing In Action.
Anyway, uh, just to mess with us, Scooter McGreevy
took advantage of George's absence
and had the people of Fillmore sue half this town.
Lavon had to pull our old town lawyer,
Old Man Bryant, out of retirement.
And he keeps falling asleep in court.
Anyway, it was nice to see you.
I mean, screw you, Zoe Hart!
Okay, this cannot happen again.
It has all just been a dreadful mistake.
I-I mean, I'm just... I'm not seeing clearly
due to the stress of the Founder's Day debacle.
Yes, yes, yes, you are a very good stress relief.
Which is why... I'm just not gonna get stressed anymore.
Okay? Good-bye.
Please tell me
that you are the identical twin cousin of Zoe Hart,
and not the Zoe Hart I've been assured is not returning.
Oh, I'm not returning. I'm just visiting.
And please, for the love of God,
tell me that you are no longer involved with my cousin.
Oh, no. Jonah and I had brief...
But it is long, long over. Very over.
Good. Well, then I continue to hate you.
And here I was afraid that everything had changed.
Nice to see you, Lemon.
Meet me in my place in an hour.
Old Man Bryant, get up!
Come on, get up, you stubborn old coot. Get up!
Oh, where am I?
Who are you? Yeah.
Yeah, I was just gonna...
Oh, please, please let my eyes be deceiving me.
Let this be a stroke and not...
Brick Breeland, you look great!
Have you been working out?
Not you. You... you are supposed to be gone.
This-this practice is mine now.
I have the e-mail to prove it.
Of course it is.
I am just here to visit, to see how you are.
How's Magnolia?
How's the old golf game, huh?
Did you get that reference letter I sent?
I do not sign my name to false statements, young lady.
And you most certainly were not a role model to this community.
And Founder's Day used to be my favorite holiday!
Brick, come on, I really need this.
No.
Your-your narcolepsy patient-- I can help.
The sleep clinic at my hospital-- they've done some
groundbreaking stu... No! Come on, one foot
in front of the other.
You, go. Go, go, go! Shoo!
Come on, Brick. Come on.
I wouldn't take anything
he says personally.
A.B.! You work here now?
Give me some sugar, Zoe.
And you don't hate me?
Wake up old man!
Ooh!
Brick seems crabbier and meaner than usual.
Been like this for months.
He and Shelby were gonna elope,
but he broke up with her instead,
which he obviously regrets.
His moping made Magnolia so crazy
that Lemon convinced him to send her to boarding school.
So, I stepped in to stop him from killing the patients.
It was the Christian thing to do.
But you and Lavon-- you guys are still good?
We are. His cousin...
Lynly!
AnnaBeth! You look beautiful.
Oh, h-have you met Zoe Hart?
I've heard so much
about you, and love you already.
Thanks for all the remodeling you did to the carriage house.
It's to die. Thanks.
Anyways, AnnaBeth, huge-normous news.
I'm gluten free now!
Oh. I was gonna make a lasagna tonight.
My favorite! You're so sweet.
Just do that gluten free.
Thanks! Coffee soon?
That's Little Lynly?
The only thing little about her anymore
is her regard for my time.
I'll see you.
Hey, Brick, looks like your patient's still asleep.
Not gonna be so helpful in court.
All, right, fine, big shot.
You go ahead, you work your New York doctor magic.
Thank you, sir, for the opportunity.
Terrible news.
Brace yourself.
Zoe Hart is back.
Well, don't blow a gasket, Lemon.
She leaves town tomorrow.
Well, it's not my gasket that I'm worried about.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Wait.
You don't have to pretend with me.
I'm the only one who knows what you said to Zoe before she left,
and I'm the only one who knows
what her little e-mail did to your heart.
Lemon, I am fine, all right? Fine.
Don't look so... worried.
Oh, snapping your fingers. How innovative.
Wow, the wonders of modern medicine. Hold on.
I want... I want to record this for the medical journals.
Okay, maybe I don't know any new techniques for narcolepsy.
Uh-huh. What can I do to make this better?
I-I will do anything.
You find George Tucker,
you get him to that hearing at 3:00 tomorrow,
and-and I will sign your-your blessed letter.
A challenge. I accept.
Consider George found.
I know people who know people.
My mother is nothing but a disappointment.
No, she wouldn't call the NSA for me.
I just wanted to know all the people
George Tucker had called and e-mailed.
Yeah, but don't worry, Joel.
I am going to stay up all night brainstorming ways to find him.
But first, I have to get these stupid neighbors
to turn down their stupid television so I can concentrate!
Okay, look, I love you. I got to go.
I'll talk to you later. Bye.
Turn that down!
Ugh!
I said, turn that down!
George?
Wow. I'm really good at finding people.
Of course you'll think of some way to save that parade.
You're Lavon Hayes.
You can do anything.
Oh.
And you are the sweetest little cousin in the whole wide world.
What is this?
Gluten-free blueberry muffins.
Why?
Morning, y'all.
Hi, Wade!
I like your shirt.
Thank you.
It's, uh... it's an oldie, but a goodie.
Wade. A word?
Yeah.
Little Lynly is nursing a broken heart.
Now, if you so much as flirt with her,
I will remove your arms, your legs,
and you will have a hard time relieving yourself.
You're adorable, Papa Bear, but no worries, all right?
I'm doing fine with the ladies,
so no need to seduce the ones I live with.
Got me in enough trouble before.
Oh. Yeah.
Yeah.
All right.
What is this?
Those muffins really are terrible.
Well, yes, they are made without flour.
And that lasagna last night-- whew, that was a stinker, too.
You try making noodles out of kale.
Sweetheart, don't get so defensive.
Not everyone is a natural in the kitchen.
I used to have my own catering company!
She is so cute!
Yeah, I know, huh?
Hey.
Why did I know you couldn't stay away?
I need a favor.
Oh, Doc, you know, I know you're on your vacay,
but you should know.
See, this-- it's not gonna happen.
That ship has sailed, sister.
Yeah, SS Wade Kinsella has left port.
Accept it.
Okay, I need a favor.
Lemon? No.
Lemon, I found George Tucker,
I tried to talk to him all night,
but he will not let me into his motel room.
That is because you are the devil,
and George Tucker is smart enough to know that.
Now, where is he?
Up, up, up.
You need to save Founder's Day in four hour
and, right now, you look like Joaquin Phoenix.
Lemon, go away.
I'm not going to court, okay?
I'm not up to it. I'm not up to anything.
Oh, really, how bad can things be?
Bad.
Like, bad, like so...
so bad. Hey!
Worse than when you lost your first trial?
Worse than your dad's 50th birthday party?
Go away. Tell me.
I mean, you went on tour with Lily Ann Lonnergan.
I mean, that must have been fun, right?
And that song that you wrote about Zoe Hart
was, like, a bit of a hit on local radio.
I mean, it was... it was catchy.
George?
Talk.
Okay, fine.
Yeah, being on the road was...
It was fun for a little while,
but about a month ago, I realized
that I was... I was done.
Okay, I wanted to go back to BlueBell,
and I wanted to settle down.
And I realized that I wanted to do it with Tansy.
No offense.
Uh, I think it's safe to say that we've moved past that.
But, apparently, she'd heard that little hit song of mine,
which was based solely on all the pain that Zoe had caused me,
which did nothing but...
confirm Tansy's suspicions.
And... well, instead of
taking me into her arms, she slapped me in the face.
Okay, that is bad.
But, George, you cannot sit around in your pajamas
watching television for the rest of your life.
Yeah, I can. See, this show--
this is called Don Todd's Monster Golf Safari.
Don Todd coming to you from the Big Island of Hawaii.
Or as the locals pronounce it, "Hawai'i."
Every week, he sinks a shot
from one of the world's most dangerous locations.
Just this morning,
he sunk a putt from the top of an active volcano.
I actually really like this show.
While that does sound fascinating...
George, what you love is the law.
And what you love is BlueBell.
Eh. I'm over 'em.
Both of 'em.
Okay, George...
I know you.
And you know me.
So what is secretly my favorite movie?
Any movie with a training montage.
Here comes another update on Dash's blog!
George looks really confident.
The prosecution looks nervous.
Dash says George is killing it!
Oh, wait. He just finished his closing arguments.
George says the lawsuit is...
Hey, Shula.
Oh, Zoe.
I hope you're being careful
picking up Mr. Whiskers.
You don't want to throw out your back again.
Well, actually, I put Mr. Whiskers on a diet.
You want to see a picture?
Of course I do. Okay.
You just stay away from my patients,
or I'll get a restraining order.
Don't you yell at her.
George is winning in court,
and she's the one who found him.
What?
We won!
The parade's back on!
Oh, you saved the parade!
Well, no. Not technically.
Oh, thank you, Zoe.
Next haircut's on me.
Thank you!
If Tom and I get alpacas, I'm naming one after you.
Sorry about before.
I just... missed you.
I missed you, too, Wanda.
I missed all of you guys a lot,
and I promise that I will be better
about staying in touch.
Quit milking it.
I will sign that co-op board letter.
Now, come on.
Oh. Thanks.
Joel, I can assure you I'm not gonna miss my flight.
The-the airport is the size of a living room.
Security-- it's no big deal.
I promise, I'm not gonna...
Hey, pretty doctor, I cut my finger
the other day, and I got this thing on my arm.
I-I'll call you from the plane, okay?
All right, bye.
Right.
Earl, I'm not gonna fall for Wade's attempt
to get me to miss my flight back home.
You don't live here anymore?
Didn't Wade tell you that I left?
No.
You should see Dr. Breeland.
I'd rather cut my arm off than see that jerk Brick Breeland.
Anyhow, pretty doctor, you're family.
Show me.
Oh, Earl.
Hey, something's come up.
I'm not gonna make that flight.
Aren't you supposed to be on a plane?
What's the, uh, big "emergency"?
Your dad's here.
Hi, son.
Come to see your girlfriend?
He has blood poisoning.
It's headed up his arm towards his heart.
I've already given him a shot of antibiotics,
but we need to get him to the hospital.
Negative. I do not go to hospitals.
No way, Josita.
Dad, don't be an idiot. Come on. Let's go.
You go.
Pick me up some Jell-O.
Earl, this is serious. If that poison reaches your heart...
I would rather die here with my son
and my future daughter-in-law by my side.
You can plan your wedding to coincide with my funeral.
Fine.
The poison...
is here.
I need to monitor it for the next eight hours,
every 20 minutes, to make sure it doesn't rise.
You go. I got it.
Uh...
my boy would never abandon me at a time like this.
Looks like we're gonna be pulling an all-nighter.
Think of all the catching up we can do.
We'll take shifts.
I'll monitor him first. You go sleep.
Doc, it's 9:15.
Then go for a walk.
Damn! Again?
Hey!
Lemon, let me help. Oh, thanks.
Mm-hmm. What are you doing here so late?
Avoiding Lynly. She's driving me up a wall.
Lavon and I can never...
Uh, I shouldn't be complaining.
Oh, no, it's fine.
Lemon, listen, um...
is it just me or are things a little...
weird between us?
Weird? No, things are not weird.
Yes, they are.
Everyone knows you're sleeping with someone,
and everyone expects that I know who it is.
And I don't! Your best friend!
Oh, shh! Okay. Fine.
I am sleeping with someone.
But I can't tell you who because...
it is shameful.
Well, if it's so shameful,
maybe you should stop sleeping with him.
It is a him, right?
I'll see you later.
Gosh, Meatball, watch where you're going!
Meet me at my place in an hour.
Yeah, guys, I'm gonna have to skip bowling tonight.
Really, Meat, again? Weak.
Hey.
The line's receded. He's gonna be fine.
I'll, uh... I'll take him home.
Come here.
Look, Wade, I feel like I owe you an explanation.
Honestly, after all this time, Doc,
I mean, what's the point, right?
What you said to me before I left, it meant something.
And I thought about it a lot when I first got there.
But then it's like real life just took over.
"Real life"?
Yeah, being back in New York,
it-it reminded me of who I was.
You know, who I've always been.
Things, they're just easier there.
It doesn't mean that it's not nice to see you.
Doc, it's all good. You know, I just...
wish you good luck in New York and...
you know, with the rest of your life.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy, too.
I knew you just couldn't keep your nose out of my business.
Uh, Brick, it's-it's 6:00 a.m. What are you doing here?
Well, I found your friend wandering around the street.
And I said, "You know, I know the one place
where she is not allowed to be is in my doctor's office."
And that's why I brought him here first.
What? I'm sorry. Brought-brought who here?
Hey. Joel!
Sorry.
Hi. Hi. Hi.
Oh, my God! Wow!
Th-That's Brick. You met Brick.
Mm-hmm. This... That's Wade.
He used to be my neighbor. Oh.
Hey, pal. How you doing?
How are you? Good. Good. Yeah.
Wow, uh, this place is trippier than I ever imagined.
It is 6:00 a.m.
Are you aware that there are ladies in period costume
waltzing around town square?
Hi. Hi.
I'm-I'm so sorry that I missed the co-op meeting.
Are you sure you're not mad about losing the apartment?
Eh, we'll find another place.
It is just both so surreal and so amazing
that you are here in Alabama.
Well, how could I miss Founder's Day?
Hello.
Rose is so happy.
Thank you.
And thank you for being here.
So, um... why don't you tell me about Founder's Day.
'Cause it sounds kind of dirty.
Oh. Yeah. It definitely is.
Oh.
Are you ready? Yeah, yeah.
A long, long time ago...
Okay.
...a rugged pioneer...
Mmm.
named Cyrus... Lavinius...
Jeremiah... Mm-hmm.
...Jones...
Thank you.
Hey, Lemonade! Oh, hi, Daddy.
Sugar, I think you got your dress on inside out.
Are you okay?
No.
Hi, Lynly.
Um, where's Lavon?
Went to set up for the parade.
Oh.
I'll just meet him there.
I'm glad you're here.
I've decided to give up all food with food dye,
and I need to go through Lavon's pantry and...
Lynly, I was thinking we could talk,
you know, about your plans.
Are you planning on leaving anytime soon?
Oh, my God, you're trying to get rid of me, aren't you?
No! I was just wondering...
I can't believe this.
You're just like my parents,
just like my ex-boyfriend.
What is wrong with me? Why does everyone hate me?
Tansy?
George.
I thought... I heard you weren't back in town.
I wouldn't have... Oh, no, it's fine.
It's-it's great, actually. Um...
How are you?
Good. Really good.
Good. Good. Are you in town for the parade?
'Cause, I mean, if you are,
maybe we could go get a... a cup of coffee?
Oh. You should know.
George, I'm with someone.
Actually, I think you might know him.
Who?
Scott... Scooter McGreevy.
As in...
as in, Fillmore's attorney?
As in, the man with 48 active lawsuits
against the town of BlueBell?
That Scooter McGreevy?
Tansy, no.
I mean, just... no.
You take care, George.
What's the matter, sunshine?
Want to know?
'Cause I have to tell someone, or I'm gonna explode.
I can't stop having sex with Meatball.
With Meatball, or a meatball?
'Cause I don't know which is worse.
I wanted to find a suitable mate,
and I spent the whole summer searching, and then I just fell
into his meaty...
No! Stop, please!
This is not
how I foresaw my life.
Yeah, well, join the club, sister.
Zoe's got a boyfriend.
Seems like a decent enough guy.
No.
Zoe Hart does not get to have
a real boyfriend when I am sleeping with someone
named after his resemblance to a side order.
She does not get to break your heart
and then waltz off into the sunset.
Lemon, it's not a big deal, all right?
She's gonna be gone by tonight.
Uh-oh.
Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
Are you kidding me?
I'm so excited for this!
Okay, well, go find a good spot--
not next to Frank-- and be sure to use your bug spray.
All right.
Hey. Hi.
I heard you were leaving today.
I just want to say, no hard feelings.
I wish you well.
Was that your new boyfriend?
Oh, yeah. His name is Joel.
Oh. That's a relief.
Makes the whole thing that much less awkward.
What whole thing? You know.
That Wade has a new girlfriend, too.
Well, it's been five months.
Of course Wade was gonna go back to being Wade.
No, he's not with another bimbo, if that's what you're implying.
He hasn't just been mooning around,
waiting for you to come back.
He's with someone real,
someone... wonderful.
In BlueBell?
Seriously? Who?
Me!
That's right.
Wade Kinsella and I are... in love.
Well, have a safe trip back.
Mm-hmm.
You have to admit, this is fun.
Here you go, Francesca.
All right.
Okay, you don't have to thank me,
but thanks to me, you won.
Ooh, I won? What did I win?
You won the breakup contest.
I told Zoe Hart that you have
an amazing new girlfriend-- me!
Please tell me you didn't.
Oh, I did. Now, she'll go home thinking
that you moved on more than she has.
You're welcome!
Lemon Breeland, you are certifiably insane.
You need a 12-step program for shenanigans addicts.
But I appreciate the thought, all right?
Popcorn!
Hi, Dr. Hart!
So, I guess this is it.
Well...
I just want to posit one thing.
Now, what if BlueBell is real, and New York is the rest stop?
Lavon. Well, now, now.
You can't deny these last two years have changed you,
affected you.
You met Lavon Hayes, best friend you ever had.
Nah. Oh!
Look, I-I know things got hard.
But you can't move away forever just because New York is easier.
No, you-you should only move away forever
if... if you're still a New Yorker.
Well, I am... still a New Yorker.
You know, the first time you rode on that float,
you were like a fish out of water, but today...
Zoe Hart, today, you swam with the best of us.
Hey, girl, where you been?
Ooh, look at you!
You look better than a month
full of Sunday.
Oh... I'm telling you. Look at you.
I-I wanted to call you anyway.
You know, my sugar's up, but my pressure's down.
You been good?
Yeah, how your people doing?
Look at you.
Where you get them shoes at, girl?
I know you ain't get them in BlueBell.
Them ain't BlueBell shoes. Them someplace else.
You got another pair in size 15?
Hey. Whoa, was that parade amazing?!
You totally didn't do it justice.
That was pretty great, huh?
Except, I'm-I'm covered in mosquito bites,
and my legs are chafed from the humidity.
And that guy at the store--
he got so mad when I asked for a copy of The New York Times.
I mean, I cannot wait to go home.
Oh, you should probably finish packing your stuff.
I know we have, like, four hours until the flight, but I...
You know, I get neurotic about airports, and, you know.
Joel, you know that I love you, right?
Yeah, of course I do.
And I know that I promised you a life in New York,
but the thing is, despite myself,
this place, with its stupid parades,
and fried foods and mosquitoes--
this place-- it's...
it's where I belong.
I know, I-I have been
trying to fight it, but...
somehow... it is.
I know this is so much to ask,
and it is crazy stupid for me
to even be asking you this,
but you've always said that, um,
you just need a really good writing spot,
and you could live... anywhere.
Uh, excuse me.
Can I get another very large drink
capable of erasing two years of pain?
Thank you.
Can I join you?
Uh... sure.
Uh, but I-I must warn you,
I may be a little drunk, and terrible company.
Um, what's your name?
I don't want to exchange names, or problems.
Other people's problems are so boring.
I think we should take these drinks back to your place.
And hang out,
and do some stuff.
Some not-boring stuff.
Could I have everybody's attention?
Let's raise our glasses...
to Cyrus Lavinius Jeremiah Jones.
To Cyrus Lavinius Jeremiah Jones!
To all the citizens of BlueBell,
Happy Founder's Day.
So, I see you're not on your plane.
I'm staying.
Oh, but not alone.
Lavon, this is my boyfriend, Joel.
Welcome to our little town, Joel.
Oh, thanks, thanks.
Yeah, I thought I'd give BlueBell a try.
You know, for this girl, I'd live in Jersey.
Well, Metaphorical New Jersey, to be clear.
Not that this place is anything like New Jersey.
I just... You know, I loved the parade.
Why is she still here?
You know, I'm gonna get us some beers.
No, I'll do it. Okay.
What happened?
Aren't you supposed to be on a plane?
I'm staying, and I know that you knew that I would.
Hmm. And, uh, Joel?
He's staying, too.
I hope that you can be okay with it.
But don't worry.
Lemon told me about you guys.
And as weird as it is for me to wrap my brain around the idea,
I'm gonna try to be okay with it, too.
Look, Zoe, about Lemon...
It's, um...
Well...
looks like we'll be living happily ever after.
Right, sweetie?
Yes.
Hey, hon, uh, is it all right if we go back to the motel?
All this fried food is not sitting well.
Yeah, let's get you to bed.
All right. All right.
Zoe?
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