Monday, November 19, 2012

Hart of Dixie: Multiple Characters

Wade: Lemon, another beer.
Lemon: You snap those fingers at me one more time Wade, and I'll swear to God I will chop them off that dainty little hand of yours.

Lavon: Zoe, Wade just text me, he says it's an emergency. You need to go home.
Zoe: As if I 'm gonna fall for that. Nice try Wade. Lavon, text him back and tell him to blow it out his wazoo.

Zoe: Well, do you think you could be done with him by 11?
Joelle: Why?
Zoe: Oh, man, this is awkward. I thought Wade told you. See, all that fighting we do, it's foreplay. Tell Wade I am sorry I let the cat out of the bag. But, still, if you could be done with him by 11 that would be fantastic.

Lavon: I couldn't sleep last night. Saw something that upset me.
Zoe: Was it Wade and Joelle making out on his porch again? That woman kisses like she's eating corn.

Wade: Sometimes I just think you're just the saddest person in the world. You're always looking over your shoulder wondering what life should be instead of taking it for what it is. You're not honest about what makes you happy. You what I'm going to do tonight, I'm going to go home and play video games for two or three hours.
Zoe: Oh, good for you. Dream big.
Wade: What I'm not going to do is beat myself up for playing video games instead of saving the world. If I wanted to save the world, hell, I'll do it tomorrow.
Zoe: If you have time between video games.
Wade: EXACTLY! Cause it's my choice. Just like it was your choice to stay in Bluebell, just like it was your choice to be a G.P. instead of a supersonic space surgeon or whatever. And it was your choice to go to bed with me. Clearly and something about every one of those choices make you happy. The problem is they don't match up with the picture you made up in your head about what your life should be.

George: You know what I'd say Brick, I'd say I'm sorry. That I really am so truly sorry for breaking your daughters heart. The last thing I wanted to do this in the world was hurt her or hurt you. Fact of the matter is, you've been nothing less than a father to me Brick.
Brick: Well, maybe that's why it hurts so much. Lemon's loss, it was my loss too. You were in my family for fifteen years and felt like I was losing a son.

Lemon: [To Brick] Remind the gardener to trim back the roses and re-fertilize the front lawn and pick up your dry cleaning. Don't forget you need to lift and pull up on the dryer door when it get's stuck and-
Brick: I can run my own home...

Zoe: Ever since we become monogamous, we have been sleeping less than ever.
Lavon: No details necessary.

Zoe: Why should you be worried, we’re only colleagues remember?
Ethan: Zoe, look.
Zoe: What? The way you’re talking to me right now, it’s almost like you’re my dad. That is crazy. Right, Ethan.
Ethan: Okay, I can see that you’re upset.
Zoe: Oh yeah? Well, why should I be upset? Because the one man that I have looked up to my entire life, the man who I thought was my father until eight months ago abandoned me, stopped returning my phone calls without any explanation as to why, turned me into the kind of girl who was so desperate for affection she doesn’t know how to be in a relationship with men!
Ethan: Look, I didn’t know you were angry.
Zoe: Of course, I’m angry! I have every right to be. Okay? I don’t want to be your freaking friend. Alright? I would rather go back to having no relationship with you at all than having some crappy fake one. So if you have nothing else to say to me, why don’t you go back to New York?

Wade: Hey guys, isn’t my girlfriend great? I mean, kind, generous, beautiful, and I mean, a firecracker in the sack.
Zoe: I’m the town doctor, you can’t just – Hey I suppose though, its beneficial for the people to know that I have a healthy sex life. We all should.
Wade: She’s like the mayor of pound town and city hall is open all day every day.

Zoe: Relationships are hard, especially when you are married to a man who doesn’t shower and hangs out in horse stalls; a man who lets a raccoon eat your very, very, very expensive wooden shoes just to prove a point; a man who borrows things like your buggy and then loses it after drinking too much spirits; a man who conveniently forgets about your romantic orange picking plans when his buddy shows up who on top of it lies to you when said buddy takes him to a strip club! That’s right, a strip club!
Wade: Luckily, my wife is very understanding. She understands, for example, that I was just going to get a beer ‘cause it’s ‘two for one’ at the Fox Trap.
Zoe: A person can only give so much understanding. How can I be in a relationship with someone so immature? You need a babysitter.
Wade: I’m sorry? I’m immature? You’re the one taking relationship advice from a two-hundred year old dead woman.
Zoe: Who was helpful! It was working!
Wade: It was ridiculous, alright! You can’t avoid arguing.
Zoe: Well, we’re not avoiding it now, are we?!
Wade: No ma’am. Where are you – where are you...

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