All language subtitles for Hart of Dixie 01x10 Hairdos . Holidays

EMMELINE: Harley Wilkes was your father.
He left you his practice.

You're the mayor?
Lavon Hayes, the linebacker.

George Tucker.

This why you stopped our
little frolic the other night?

You got googly eyes
for golden boy George?

LEMON: Zoe Hart has flipped
some New York switch in you,

and you are just not
the same person anymore.

LAVON: We are at your
engagement party.

- You know how difficult this is for me.
- Difficult never stopped me.

LEMON: This needs to stop.
I can't handle it.

What do you want from me here?
I'm trying to move on,

and-and you won't let me.
[Crying)

Really? Even Christmas
has to be Dixie?

We honor every holiday
in our own BlueBell way.

Santa's sleigh with a gun rack?

LAVON:
Maybe he hunts deer.

- It's a noble hobby.
- Yeah, which one?

Donner? Blitzen? Rudolph?

No, no.
Rudolph's nose lights up.

It makes him too easy to track.

It's unsportsmanlike.

Okay. I'll have them
take it down.

Oh!

"Oh!" what?

Rose and Frederick Dean.

Maybe he dumped
Magnolia Breeland

and he's asking her out.

Do you find it a little odd
how invested you are

in the love lives
of 14-year-olds?

[Clears throat]
Okay.

Here we go.

- So?
- No.

Oh. Then what?

We were just talking
about school.

Fredrick's still
totally into Magnolia,

and I'm still just
the flat-chested nobody

who gives him answers
to our geometry homework.

LAVON:
Are you crazy, Rose?

No, no. You get back out there,
you give him hell.

'Cause winners never quit.

Okay.

No guts, no glory!

What? I spent half my life
in a locker room.

Look, I'm sorry, Rose.

- That sucks.
- Yeah, and the worst part is

that everyone knows
Magnolia's a shoe-in

to win the Miss Cinnamon
Cider Pageant,

so now the whole town
will love with her, too.

But hey, I'm on the drama club

tech crew, so I get
to help build the stage

she's gonna win on.

Merry freaking Christmas.

Never say die, Rose!

Okay, stop.

That's all I got.

[Sighs]

So I wrapped up
the Maliska case yesterday.

Oh, that's excellent.

[Sighs]

Oh, Magnolia still
needs gloves.

We really need to
rethink her accessories.

You know, it's the one
where I was defending the guy

who was falsely accused
of tax fraud?

And of course, we still
need hair and nails.

Do you think we should
drive to Mobile for her hair,

or stay local?
I mean, Mobile

obviously would do
a better job, but

sitting across the salon
from her competition

would definitely
psych them out.

I lost the case.
Judge gave the guy the chair.

That's a shame.

- I know.
- Wait, what?

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

This time of year is
just so crazy for me,

and I have to help Magnolia win
the pageant, just like I did,

and that means that my
workload is doubled now.

Speaking of which, hey,

when is the tree going to be
delivered for town square?

Wade's guy is going
to deliver it this morning.

I still can't believe I let
you talk me into letting Wade

provide the most important
decoration for the town square.

Baby, I promise you are going
to get a beautiful, 18-foot

Douglas fir,
just like you wanted.

Even Wade Kinsella is too scared
of you this time of year

to screw that up. Okay?

MAGNOLIA:
Hey, George.

Hey.

Lemon, I thought we were
going shoe shopping.

We absolutely are.

Shoe shopping.
Sounds like fun.

Okay, baby, please...

try and remember the holidays

are supposed to be about joy.

Okay.
You have a good day.

Thanks for taking me shopping.

But you've got
a lot going on, so...

you can just give me
the money to go alone.

I won't mind.

I'm sure you wouldn't,
but our family legacy

is at stake. Plus...

I want to be there with
you every step of the way,

- just like Mama was for me. Okay?
- Okay.

* *

What if I forget
how the dance goes?

Lemon, sweetheart, you've gone
over that dance so many times,

you've worn out the rug.

Oh...

Just be your radiant self,

and trust me, you will win that
Miss Cinnamon Cider Pageant.

Like you did,
when you were my age.

Just like.

Here.

For good luck.

You are gonna wow those judges,
and carry on our family legacy.

Everyone knows a few
minor scrapes and bumps

come with the territory of
rhythmic gymnastics, right?

I guess. Never been
to that territory.

Since it's a sprain, you're
going to have to stay off

your ankle for at
least two days, okay?

Two days? Oh, no, no, no.

She's performing
in tomorrow's pageant.

I'm sorry. I'm sure every
pageant has one injury victim--

you're it.

She was practicing gluing
on her false eyelashes,

for the pageant.

Well, now all the boys think

she's winking at them.

Let's just say I have seen

some texts on her cell phone

that I wish I could un-see.

In my day, regular
batons were enough,

but now everyone wants flaming.

Four hours of yodeling
practice every day

and now laryngitis!

Can you fix her?

Are you sure you want me to?

Now, Wade, this Christmas tree

is the centerpiece of Lemon's
town square decorations,

and I promised her...

And I promised you.

For you to doubt me,
George Tucker,

that I'll come through...

well, that hurts my feelings.

Well, I'll tell you this:

Lemon doesn't get that
Christmas tree soon,

your feelings are going
to be the last thing

you should be worried about.

- I'm terrified.
- I'm just saying.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It is 80 degrees out there.

The elves are melting.

I miss New York.

I bet you do, especially
this time of year.

You know, the tree
at Rockefeller Center,

and the smell of chestnuts
roasting in the air...

Yeah.

I guess I'm making
new holiday traditions.

Like sweating through
three pairs of underwear.

[Laughs]

ZOE:
Mm-hmm. That happened.

Hey. Listen.

I've been meaning to ask you.
I have this case,

and there's a
medical issue involved,

and I was wondering if you

might want to help me
with some of the research.

Help you? Really?

I mean, it would be like
an unpaid consultant

type of thing, you know.

And I wouldn't want it to
interfere with your work hours

but maybe we could do it
after your office closes.

You know, it should only
take a couple of nights.

I could probably swing that.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Great. How's, uh...
Tuesday night sound?

I mean,
I promise you we will have

the best takeout that
Fancie's has to offer.

Tuesday sounds great.

There you are, my love.

[Clears throat]
What are you two talking about?

Zoe's just gonna help me out
with that malpractice suit

I was telling you about.

That's fantastic news.

Uh, anyway, I went shopping

for Magnolia's pageant shoes,

and I found three wonderful
options, but the best part is,

I found a dress

for our rehearsal dinner.

- Isn't this the cutest thing?
- GEORGE: Yeah.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

This must be torture for you,
me talking about my wedding.

Torture? No.

The accent is kind of a

fingernails-on-the-chalkboard
thing, but...

Listen. I just want
to let you know

that it does not make you
any less of a woman

that you yourself
have no wedding plans.

Or a boyfriend.

Or even the prospect of one.

Because that little doctoring
job you have can keep you

busy for years to come, and

we have a great tradition of
dignified spinsters down here.

Lemon.

George. Lemon.

A pleasure, as always.

Rose.

Put down the hammer.

It is time someone showed
those Breeland girls

that there are other people
that matter in this town.

I agree.

Because you are
an incredible girl.

Every bit as deserving of
Fredrick Dean's attention

as Magnolia.

And what better way to get it

than by winning the Miss
Cinnamon Cider Beauty Pageant.

Come on.

We've got work to do.

sync by Elderfel, corrected by susanaLC
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Beauty Pageant contestants

are judged on their dress

and their hair.

Well, I don't want to
go all pageant-y, okay?

I want to wear
my hair like this.

And wear something
really comfortable,

so it's easy for me to clog in.

- I'm sorry, clog? - Mm-hmm.
For my talent-- clog dancing.

Oh, but I brought
some other stuff

if you want to see
what else I can do.

Yeah. Let's see that.

[Playing tunelessly]

[Tapping noisily]

And... clogging it is!

I definitely don't think other
contestants will clog dance,

- do you, Lavon?
- I hope not.

Uh, I mean, to keep Rose's

- competitive edge.
- Rose, let's take a break,

and we will talk about it
over lunch. Okay?

[Shoes tapping]

She has ten talents,

each one worse
than the one before.

ROSE:
* Silent night *

* Holy night *

[Shoes clattering]
* All is calm *

* All is bright.. *

Uh-oh.

"Silent Night"?
Holy crap, you can sing!

She has got the
voice of an angel.

- Oh.
- Say "ah."

Ah...

But she won't sing in public.

I have begged, and I have
pleaded, but she's too scared.

I'm just hoping that
with my coaching,

the clog dance will
be enough to win.

Only if by coaching
you mean you're gonna bribe

the judges.

[Laughing]

[Coughing]

Susie, you have bronchitis.

I'm going to write
you a prescription

and send you home to bed.

Oh, no can do. It's my
busiest time of the year.

So many little pageant
hairs to coif.

Been booked for months.
But listen,

if you want, I can try
to squeeze Rose in

for an appointment tomorrow.
I could make her hair

look like a three-tiered
chocolate sponge cake.

But that pageant
is still gonna be won

by Magnolia Breeland, right?

Katie Lynn just texted me
the funniest news.

Rose Hattenbarger is entering
the Miss Cinnamon Cider Pageant.

Wonder who gave her the idea?

I guess Dr. Hart
is couching her.

Oh, so Zoe Hart is helping her?

I guess.

- Okay, let's see-- there are
three judges, right? - Uh-huh.

Delia Ann we know
will vote for you.

Dash DeWitt--

he and Zoe share that same

perverse obsession
with New York City.

He might be harder
to get on our team.

That leaves... the mayor.

[Whispers]:
The mayor.

- Excuse me, darlin'.
- Okay.

Lavon.

Yeah?

I understand that Zoe Hart is
helping Rose with the pageant.

Yeah, I caught that little
item on CNN, too.

I know that you two are friends,
and I assume that a smart man

like you will be objective
in judging the pageant.

I assume a smart woman like you

wouldn't try to flirt with one of the
judges to influence his decision.

Flirt? I don't know
what you're insinuating...

Lemon, I will vote for whomever
I think is the best girl.

And I resent you using
our personal history

- to try and change that.
- I was doing no such...

You are an arrogant ass.

Well, you are a
manipulative little...

Don't...!

Don't you dare.

I do not care who elected you.

This is not the way that
a Nativity should look.

Miss Breeland, now maybe if you
stop shouting for one minute,

I could help you
with your problem.

My problem, Mr. Mayor, is that
a raccoon broke into the manger

in the middle of the night and
at the arm off the baby Jesus.

- As if he didn't suffer enough.
- Well, I'm sure we can fix it.

The point is,
that your new administration

is dropping the ball
on matters of security.

Security? Ma'am, I am
the mayor, okay,

not the raccoon catcher.

That right there is the reason
why no one I know voted for you.

Because you don't know where
your priorities should be.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have to papier-mâché
an arm back onto our savior.

Do what you have to do, ma'am.

I mean, I was trying
to help, and...

Miss Breeland?

Wade, I got your call.

Please tell me this emergency

has nothing to do with
the Christmas tree.

Okay, so I got the tree,
and, uh, and, uh,

and it's a Doug fir, just like you...
just like you wanted.

- Great.
- Well, it's not exactly

to specifications.

George, I swear to God,

I told the guy 18 feet.

But maybe he's got that

number disease
where you hear...

There's no disease
like that, Wade.

Could be.

Oh, my God, I promised Lemon

a huge Christmas tree
for town square.

This is...
She's going to freak out.

It's not a problem, man,
I got another connection.

This guy-- he's
got tons of trees.

Big ones.

You can see them from space.

You just come by later
with your truck,

and we'll go get one.

Hey, you know who'd love
this tree?

Charlie Brown
is a cartoon character, Wade.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I tell you, Ashley,
the South is dead.

It's dead.

The Yankees and the
carpetbaggers have got it,

and there's nothing
left for us.

Oh, Ashley...

LEMON:
That's good enough for now, Magnolia.

Don't want you to get stale.

[Quietly]:
It's in the bag.

Hey, Frederick.

Oh, hey, Rose.

She's great, isn't she?

Magnolia's a born actress.

Oh, guess what?

I was going through
Dash DeWitt's video history,

and Gone with the Wind
is his favorite movie.

Magnolia, that was awesome.

You're like as good
as Katherine Heigl.

- Let me get you a beverage.
- Okay.

Oh, Rose Hattenbarger.

Get your own contest,

and your own boyfriend.

Mm-hmm. Bye.

Frederick doesn't want me.
He never will.

I don't know why I'm even
in this competition.

I'm never going to win.

Another chicken popper, Dash?

Now you've already let me

eat most of them.

[Chuckles]

Hey, you know, I'm helping
my friend, Rose Hattenbarger,

- with the beauty pageant.
- Oh.

We were just saying how generous it
is of you to volunteer to be a judge.

Giving up your valuable time.

Doing... whatever it
is that you do.

Dr. Hart, I'll let you in
on a little secret.

I'm a sucker for a girl
in a sparkly dress.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

Which would explain why I saw
La Cage Aux Folles 16 times.

- I'm sure.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, it just so happens
that my mother is a publicist,

and one of her clients
is Bernadette Peters.

[Gasps]

I love, love, love me
some Bernadette.

Next time you're in New York,

maybe I can have my mom
arrange for a backstage visit

- with Ms. Peters.
- Dr. Hart--

if I didn't know any better,

I'd say you're trying to bribe me
into voting for your friend Rose.

Bribe? No.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I cannot be bought.

Good day.

Rose, it's Zoe.

You need to start
picturing yourself

doing the clog dance number
in a sparkly dress.

Wade, these are the woods.

You said this was
a Christmas tree farm.

No, I implied it was.

These woods belong to the
dad of a girl I used to...

be cozy with.
He and I became buddies.

He's not going to give a damn
if we take one of his trees.

You want to talk to me
about this?

No. It's Lemon's. Put it back.

Okay, so who's this girl that
you used to be cozy with?

Her name was Stella.
Owns a bait shop.

No one special.

Yeah, well, that goes
without saying, doesn't it?

I mean, geez, Wade, you have
been with a lot of women.

I mean, there was
Tina the stripper...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry--
the exotic dancer.

No, my friend,
Tina was a stripper.

Vicki Carter, Diane Knox, the
Hollis twins, both of them.

They were twins?

I thought I was just
really drunk.

I think you've
been with pretty much

every single woman in this town.

And you've
been with the same one

for the last
eight billion years.

And now your truck
is her cosmetics case.

So whose life is better,
I ask you?

Oh, I get it, Wade.

You think you're having
a good time,

think you're having
a lot of fun,

but seriously, you ever thought
of just finding a nice girl

and actually settling down?

What is this, The Oprah Show?

Look, do me a favor.

Pull the truck over
and let's chop down a tree.

Fine.

Maybe that was your lipstick.

I went to the dress shop.

They were all out
of Rose's size.

Dotty told me that
you bought them all.

I wanted Magnolia
to have choices.

Yeah? Well, guess what?

I am so glad that you bought
all those dresses

because I've got this hot
little Chloe in my closet

with Rose's name all over it.

The pageant legacy of the
perfect Southern Breeland girls

ends this year.

Rose, forget clog dancing.
You're going to have to sing.

[Chain saw roaring]
George, are you...?

What is that noise?

Babe, babe, I'm in the car.

No, that's-- that's just some
idiot on a motorcycle.

No, babe, look, I'm going to
have to call you back, okay?

All right, love you.

Hi, George.

Um, I know that I agreed
not to call you

while you're working up there
in New York, but...

Hey, I'm right in the middle
of a settlement conference.

Is this urgent,
or can I call you back?

Yes, sure. Bye.

I'm really sorry.

I'll call you later, okay?
I love you.

[Sobbing]

Excuse me, Miss Breeland.

Miss Breeland,

you-you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I-I know we barely
know each other,

but sometimes
it's easier to talk

to a stranger.

So you're upset because
a critic didn't like

the Daphne Theater Company's
revival of A Doll's House?

The doll in that photo
is my mother.

She left us 12 years ago.

Said she wanted to pursue
her career as an actress.

She never came back.

All this time I thought

maybe her dreams had come true.

Because...

why else wouldn't you contact
your husband?

But it turns out that
she's 30 miles away.

And not once did she bother
to contact us.

Not once.

I'm sorry.

That is awful.

She is awful.

Well, I am never going to think
about that woman

for the rest of my life.

I-I know that things

may seem confusing and wrong,

but she was your mother.

You can't not think about it.

She had this way
of making me feel

like I was the most important
thing in the whole world.

And I loved her so much.

She used to call me
her little angel.

Uh, Miss Breeland,
I'm so sorry.

[Sobbing]

Well, I do have

to hand it to you.

The tree is pretty awesome.

Well, don't thank me,
thank Stella from the bait shop.

See, my friend, playing the
field does have its benefits.

Take your word for it.

Yeah, well, Lemon's gonna be...

[Siren whoops]

[Car approaching]

Evening, Sheriff.

There, uh...
seem to be a problem?

Oh, yeah.

There's a big problem.

Should've known
it was you, Kinsella.

Oh, hey there, Mr. Reese.

How's Stella doing?

Just fine.

Ever since I said
if you ever saw you her again,

I'd shoot you dead.

Okay, maybe her dad
didn't exactly love me.

You're under arrest.

I'm thinking about running.

Do... not... run.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

About losing my temper earlier.

You were right.

I might've been flirting.

Shouldn't have.

I shouldn't have
reacted that way.

I know how charged
this time of year

is for you, emotionally.

Have you told your daddy?

Anyone? About...
what you found out

about your mama last year?

I prefer not to think about it.

If I do,
I'll just remember the woman

I spent my whole life looking
up to was a coward and a liar.

We can't pretend to understand

what makes people do
the things they do.

But shame can be a hard thing.

I mean, she left her
family to be a big star.

Maybe she doesn't know
how to face you.

Well, that's just her loss,
isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Lemon...

I'm here...

if you ever need
to talk about it.

Thank you.

You always know what to say.

* Let earth receive her king! *

You forgot again.

Receive... right?

Like you are the earth,
receiving its king.

* Receive her king *

* Let ev... *

Do you really think that I
should sing a Christmas carol?

Dash DeWitt
is the swing vote, okay?

Magnolia is doing a monologue
from Gone with the Wind--

which, apparently, Dash
just loves, loves, loves.

He loves, loves, loves
show tunes, too.

Why don't I sing a show tune?

We're already skating on thin
ice with the sparkly dress.

Come on, Rose,
let's go over it again.

But this time,
I want some emotion.

[Sighs]

The Yankees and the
carpetbaggers have got it,

and there's nothing
left for us!

Oh, Ashley!

Tears?

Where are the tears?

I don't know how to get tears.

Well, then pull a nose hair!

Magnolia, come on!

You can do it. You can hit
that note, if you try.

* Her king! *

- Yes!
- No!

Scarlett would never have
her arms down by her side.

Like this--
hm-- okay.

Her arms would be out here,

like the delicate wings
of a bird.

Now do it like that!

Exactly like that.

Loud, like you want them

to hear you in the next county!

Do you think we could
take a break?

Sure.

We could take a fiver.

We could talk about your hair.

- How are you going to do it?
- Just like this.

Why? What do you think?

Serious?
You never saw Transporter?

No.

- How about Transporter 2?
- No!

What about Transporter 3?

Wade...

it has been a long night.

I am tired.

I do not feel like
talking right now.

For the millionth time,
George, I'm sorry, okay?

For what, specifically, Wade?

Is it, getting me a
baby Christmas tree?

Lying about being
best buds with the guy

whose tree we ripped off?

- Hey, I...
- Oh, no, no, no...

You're sorry for mouthing off
to the sheriff,

and making him deny us on bail.

That sheriff was a righteous...

You just need
to stop-- please?

Anyway, I think he violated
some kind of law

by taking away our phones.

I should have been able
to call my lawyer.

Your lawyer was hanging on

to the other end
of a Christmas tree

that you tricked him
into stealing.

I mean, God, Wade!

You know, you never
cease to amaze me,

'cause you're immaturity
knows no bounds!

Oh, oh, I'm sorry,
'cause you're perfect,

aren't you, golden boy?

Oh, no, wait--
I seem to recall

you shooting yourself in the
damn leg with a crossbow.

And I seem to recall
it was in the process

of saving your stupid life.

Well, good thing
you were there, huh?

You're damn right it was.

Over at Zoe Hart's house.

At midnight.

Just... Just... the two of you.

Yeah, that's a long story.

Oh...

Well, you know what?
That's nice.

Because I love stories.

Gentlemen, you can call
someone to pick you up now.

And keep the tree.

Mr. Reese has dropped
all the charges.

And I hope the night in jail
has taught you boys a lesson.

Why, yes, Sheriff, it's taught
me an invaluable lesson.

It taught me
that you're a horse's...

Yes, sir. It did, sir.
Thank you so much.

And it will not happen again.

[Mouthing]

Ow!

Thank you.

I'm not talking Dolly Parton
big, you know,

but you just need
something that screams:

Hair! Hair!
Like, screams it, you know?

Yeah.

Susie can do it.

That is not good

for so many reasons.

LEMON:
What?!

Could've been any doctor.

I cannot believe that you
would have Susie Collins

close up her shop so that
Magnolia can't get her hair done.

Susie closed her shop
because she's sick.

I cannot believe that
you bought up

every single dress
in Rose's size.

Me?! How about you taking
Dash DeWitt to dinner!

Whole town saw you!

You started it, with the
Scarlett O'Hara monologue!

This pageant is
important to my family.

I respect its integrity,

just like I respect
the integrity of marriage.

And engagements.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means that everybody knows

that you have been making eyes
at George Tucker.

What? That is insane.

Listen good, Missy--

you can steal my daddy's medical
practice and this pageant,

but you are not gonna steal
my fiancé!

It is not my fault that your
fiancé is flirting with me.

Maybe there's
something about me that

he just isn't finding in you.

You are... low.

And short!

Well, you... are pale!

And you are only
gonna get paler,

when my girl Rose here wi...

[Sighs]

* *

[Clears throat]

Remember me?

I used to be Zoe Hart,

levelheaded doctor.

Then Dr. Hart turned
into Miss Hyde.

I don't want to be a pawn
in your war with Lemon.

I am done with
Miss Cinnamon Cider.

You're right.

I did turn this into a battlat
between Lemon and me.

But it is not just her
that I am mad at.

I am so sorry
I disappointed you.

Please stay in the pageant.

You wear whatever you want.

You keep your hair
exactly how it is.

And you clog your way
into first place.

Well, I guess I better
go get ready then.

[Phone beeps on]

[Clears throat]

George, it's Zoe.

Can you meet me
at my office later?

We need to talk.

* *

Magnolia!

Magnolia!

You see, Lemon darling,
I never had a doubt

that you would win
that pageant!

I don't know why
I was so scared!

Of course I won!
Just like you!

And I'm gonna go on,

and I'm gonna be
head cheerleader like you,

and I'm gonna find
a handsome husband,

maybe a doctor or a lawyer,

and we're gonna have
two children

and raise them
here in BlueBell.

Just like my mama.

Lemon, sweetheart,
there is nothing wrong

with being a wife and a mother,

but you-- oh, sweetie--

you have that fire burning
inside you, just like me.

And you are gonna want
more out of life,

and you should let
yourself have it.

'Cause if you don't...

well, that is a disappointment
you will live with forever.

You were looking for me?

Magnolia, I am so sorry
for pushing you so hard.

This pageant, this day,

just hold so much
meaning for me,

just like it did for mama.

But mama's gone, Lemon.

I know, sweetheart.
I know.

And I wish you all the luck
in the world tonight.

And I love you so much.

I love you, too.

But there's somewhere
I need to go.

So, you...

you wow them, Magpie.

Oh, I will.

[Laughs]

Well, who's the message from?

Lavon?

Is he coming to get us, or not?

No, it was actually from, uh...

It was from Zoe.

Oh.

Right.

Secret plans with
the secret girlfriend.

Just lay off, all right?

I mean, why are we even
talking about this?

We're talking about it, George,

'cause what you're doing stinks.

Ever since Zoe moved here,

she hasn't gone out
with a single guy.

Why? 'Cause you...

you keep leading her on
with all your stupid flirting.

Well, guess what?

Unless you're planning
on scrapping

your wedding plans with Lemon,

just back off
from Zoe Hart, okay?

I don't understand why you
care about this so much,

but there is nothing going on
between me and Zoe Hart.

Okay, I admit,
there may be some sparks there.

But it's only because she
reminds me of New York City,

and yes... we may have flirted.

A little. And I shouldn't have.

But let's get this straight.
I am engaged

to Lemon Breeland, and nothing
is going to change that.

You see, we love each other.

And nothing, and no one,

can compete with
the history that we have.

We are going to be together.

And we are going
to stay together.

Forever.

You got that?

All right, then.

ALICE: Okay, you two.
Come on in for supper.

Oh. You guys did
a fantastic job.

Frosty's so sparkly.

[Loud kiss]

Beautiful.

I just love all the sparkles.
[Giggles]

All right, my little angel,
let's go inside for supper.

You can't go around being
all nice, and friendly,

and flirty with someone when you
are clearly with someone else.

It's misleading, it's
frustrating, and it's not fair.

And I should have never let
myself get swept away in it.

Huh?

I mean, Rose shouldn't have.

I mean...

in case you didn't know,
Fredrick, Rose likes you.

But you are in a relationship
with Magnolia,

which is fine, then
be in that relationship,

and stop trying to
have it both ways.

Because you are
not worth her time.

She deserves to move on, and
she deserves to have a life.

I just came in 'cause
I have a sore throat.

Right.

Sorry.

Let's have a look.

[Gasps, sobs]

[Knocking]

Mayor Hayes.

What a surprise.

- May I come in?
- Please.

Hi.

- Hi.
- I'm...

I'm sorry to just show
up here unannounced.

It's no problem.

Uh, I-I was thinking about

the-the talk we had,
by the lake,

and I know you're angry at her
because she came back here

and didn't get
in touch with you.

I mean, who wouldn't be, right?

But no matter how
angry you are,

you should never throw away
something that was

given to you out of love, so...

You have to remember, she
left here for her own reasons.

It had nothing to do with you.

And-and I know you'll
always love her.

I mean, she's your mama, you...

you can't help that.

But that necklace she gave you

says it all.

She loved you, too.

Thank you.

I g-guess I should
be going, now.

You should.

* *

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry it's so late.
I had to, uh...

put up a Christmas tree.

Right. No problem.

- So what'd you want to talk about?
- You know what?

I think I worked it out myself.

Oh.

Okay.

And, George...

that medical consultation thing?

I just don't think
it's something I can do.

You know what, that's...

probably a good idea.

Bye, Zoe.

Bye, George.

Lemon.

You okay?

Lavon, I know
I shouldn't be here.

But I went to go see my...

mother, and...

it wasn't what I expected.

She... she wasn't alone.

It was... terrible.

Um...

May I come in
for a minute, please?

Uh, Lemon...

I can see that
you're hurting--

and please know that this
is killing me to say this--

but this isn't right.

No, I can't...

be here for you
like this anymore

when you're going
to marry someone else.

Lavon, please...

If you have something meaningful
that you need to talk about,

the person that you need to talk
about it with is your fiancé.

I'm sorry.

[Sobs]

I'm sorry.

* *

* *

Hey, Wade.

That was...

quite the clog dance.

She was amazing.

Well, you showed her how to be.

Thanks.

I'm going over to the
Rammer Jammer.

Can I buy you a drink?

It's been a really long day.

Rain check?

* *

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