Everwood · Season 1
What is it you like about him?
He's that guy that you'd want to hang out with even if you weren't dating him, and he's cute in that kinda way that's sorta like... you know in the movies that guy you want the girl to end up with that everybody pretends isn't cute, but really is.
Nightmare, isn't it?
What's going on, except my exact version of 'hell on earth'?
Spoils of war. The result of a commercially financed assault against the unattached individual.
Valentine's Day?
Week after is always the hardest. These newbie couples have the lifespan of a monarch butterfly. By Friday, the halls will be littered with their crispy corpses.
Okay, number one... how'd you get us in here. Two, how did you find this place. And three... how'd you get us in here?
I have connections.
Mob ties?
I'm all kinds of dangerous.
I don't know how to break this to you...
You're married?
No.
You're leaving the country?
"Stop!
You're marrying Bright, then leaving the country?
So, where's this date taking place?
I don't know. I'm still working on it.
Okay, not a problem. So what are your options?
I live in Everwood. Its either the $1.50 movie theater or the $3.00 movie theater, both of which are currently playing Lilo and Stitch.
Ever hear of Ezekiel's?
No, but it sounds religious which doesn't exactly spell out 'action' in my mind.
You looked so uncomfortable the other day. Like I embarrassed you or something.
Look, I'm gonna mess up because that's just what I do. But at least give me a chance to mess up. I mean, I'm capable of such stupidity that you'd be wasting my talent by ending this now.
[flashback]
[about Dr. Brown] Why don't you just leave him? We don't need him, he-he doesn't do anything. We could move away from here. I could help take care of Delia.
We do need him. I need him, Ephram. I know you don't understand but I love your father very much. I couldn't imagine my life without him. And I'm telling you, this family wouldn't work without him.
I was worried about your friend.
My boyfriend! Boy-friend!! God, I can't believe I didn't see this sooner! It's so obvious what you're doing.
Wh-what are you talking about?
Oh please, you're trying to keep Colin and me apart. You're not worried about Colin's health. The only thing you're worried about is that I might be growing up too fast and you don't like it. Well, that's just too damn bad! Isn't it?
It's an impossible predicament. I mean, they don't want us to treat them like children but then when you try to talk to them like an adult, they act like...
Teenagers.
My child won't talk to me anymore. Apparently, I've broken a sacred trust by simply voicing an honest concern.
If it makes you feel any better, Ephram's not talking to me right now, either.
Big deal. He never talks to you. You're used to it.
You know, I've been angry at you. I've been hating you for a long time now. And I was wrong. You never deserved to be treated that way. Sorry.
You know you don't need to apologize, Ephram. I failed you as a father for 15 years. I was never there for you or your mother. That's why sometimes you feel like throwing me off a cliff and that's why your mother did what she did. And I don't blame either of you for it.
[voiceover] Forget for a minute what the real world looks like, forget what you know, sometimes you need to believe in what isn't exactly there. A daydream of better nights. A storybook fantasy where life is ordered and consistent and tales get awfully exciting before they wrap up nicely for all involved. Who are we to enforce reality? After all, you never know when the good angel of fortune might bring a page from your book to life and throw a kind of miracle your way.
Late again, Brown.
I got stuck in lab. Still working on my study of why playing sports makes you call people by their last name.
You have to stop following me around, Arnie.
I can't. I decided. You're my girlfriend.
I am not.
I decided.
Do I have to do anything? [Arnie shakes his head no] Okay, but only if you do everything I tell you.
Some magazine is sending a guy to interview me.
I wouldn't get too excited. It's hardly rare for some local birdcage liner to want to fill the space between the Friday crossword and the tuna frittata recipe with whatever profile they can muster. So what rag is selling ad space on your dime?
New York Magazine.
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