Dillon: Right. We'd be to the coast in an hour, head south to virginia, follow the barrier islands all the way down to Florida. No worries, no hurry.

Georgie: You're serious.

Dillon: You're not?

Georgie: I don't know. You really want to leave?

Dillon: I am leaving, Georgie. I just -- I think it would be a heck of a lot more fun if you came along.

Georgie: This is -- this is crazy.

Dillon: No, it's not crazy. It's not. It's called -- it's called being alive, you know? Living in the moment. It -- no adults, no rules, nobody telling us what to do or how to act. The only thing that matters is -- is the next thing on the map.

Georgie: Mac would go ballistic.

Dillon: Oh, forget that! Forget Mac! This is your life. You live it the way you want to. And say you'll come with me, please?

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Dillon: Ok, you know what? You've been listening to every voice in your head but the one that counts -- yours. Come on, Georgie, I know you, and I can see that you want to do this.

Georgie: It's not about not wanting to go. It's just -- what would I tell Mac?

Dillon: You're not getting this. You don't tell Mac or your sister or anybody. You just -- go.

Georgie: My family would be so worried.

[Georgie sighs]

Dillon: Oh, ok, so -- so we get to somewhere, and you make a phone call on the way to somewhere else. Ok, and you let everybody know that you're fine -- not that mac deserves that kind of consideration. I mean, look what he's making you do all summer long, work like an indentured servant. You're a teenager, for crying out loud. [Southern accent] it just ain't natural. [Normal voice] look, I -- I know you could stay here and play the good girl, plan your life out for the next 20 years, set yourself on course. And I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, I'm not. But isn't life better if you just -- if you don't know what's around the next corner? Isn't it supposed to be this -- this grand, amazing adventure? You know, I don't know much. I -- but I know that I want to wake up one morning -- any given morning -- and I don't want to know what's going to happen that day. But you know something? More than anything else, I really think i want to look over and see you.

Georgie: I could like that.

Dillon: So you'll go?

Georgie: Yes, yes, yes.

Dillon: Yes! Yes!

Georgie: But wait a minute. I can't just disappear on my family. I have to leave Mac a note telling him something, anything.

Dillon: Ok, all right, compromise. Compromise? Um -- you write your dad a note, but you make sure that we are long gone by the time he gets it somehow, ok?

Georgie: Deal.

Dillon: I'm going to go get us some wheels.

Kyle: Ah. Nice, huh? Maybe if you're a good little boy, mommy will get you one with training wheels. Oh, sorry, forgot -- mommy dumped you.

Georgie's voice: "Dear Mac, by the time you get this, I'll be -- oh, i don't know exactly where I'll be. That's kind of the point."

Maxie: Ooh. Writing a letter to your boyfriend?

Georgie: It's for Mac. I'm taking off.

Maxie: Taking off? What's that supposed to mean?

Georgie: I'm leaving port charles, and I may never come back.

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Maxie: You can't mean this.

Georgie: Why not? Because it's not my role? I'm not supposed to be able to do anything on my own, just because i feel like it?

Maxie: Taking off out of nowhere, that's just not you, Georgie.

Georgie: How would you know? Have you ever bothered to ask what i want?

Maxie: Georgie?

Georgie: Yeah?

Maxie: I'm asking now. Georgie: Sit.

[Georgie sighs]

Georgie: I want to feel all my senses engaged at once before I wake up one day and realize my life is over.

Maxie: I think you've got a while, Georgie.

Georgie: Come on, Maxie, don't patronize me. Drives me nuts. I'm tired of being the good girl with her head stuck in a book, the smart one. I don't want to read about romance -- there are a whole bunch of novels written by repressed women 100 years ago. I want to wake up one morning and not know what's going to happen next. Maybe I'll look over and see --

Maxie: This doesn't even sound like you, Georgie.

Georgie: Like i said, you wouldn't know. I really want to do this, Maxie, and you owe me for all the times I've covered for you.

Maxie: Ok. What do you want me to do?

Georgie: Give this letter to Mac -- tomorrow. This time, not a minute before. Dillon and i need some time to get away.

Maxie: There's no way I can talk you out of this?

Georgie: Not a chance.

Maxie: Ok.

Georgie: You promise you'll hold that letter and not show anyone?

Maxie: I promise.

Georgie: Thanks.

Maxie: You be careful. And you stay in touch with me on your cell phone, ok?

Georgie: I will.

Maxie: You little brat. I'm going to miss you.

Georgie: Don't you dare make me cry, Maxie. I've got to go. Bye.

Maxie: Bye.

Dillon: Hop on. The open road awaits.

Georgie: Tell me you didn't.

Dillon: Not for you to worry about. The guy has it coming, big-time. Let's go.

Georgie: Ok.

Dillon: Come on. Come on, let's go.

Georgie: Ok.

Dillon: Come on. Helmet.

Georgie: All right.

[Music plays]

[motorcycle starts]

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Kyle: Well, what, you sure are making me work for the smile.

Maxie: Yeah, I'm sorry. I just -- I have a lot on my mind right now.

Kyle: Seems pretty depressing.

Maxie: Yeah, it is.

Kyle: I could distract you.

Maxie: With what?

Kyle: 1600 cc's of raw power that purrs like a kitten and takes off like a rocket. I got a new bike. Come on, I want to take you for a ride up to vista point.

Maxie: I can't.

Mac: Hey, Maxie. You -- I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter.

Kyle: We just ran into each other.

Mac: Next time, keep walking, or i will throw your sorry butt in jail. Now, get out of here.

Mac: Where's Georgie? She's supposed to be working.

Maxie: Oh -- I haven't seen her for a couple minutes.

Mac: Was that dillon kid hanging around?

Maxie: I haven't seen him since I got here.

Kyle: That freak Dillon just stole my bike!

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Kyle: I mean, I saw that creep eyeing my bike. I should have figured him for a criminal who would know how to hot-wire.

Mac: Look, did you actually see Dillon steal your bike?

Kyle: No, but when he was standing right over there planning his move, maxie and georgie were huddled up ov here. Do you see Georgie now? No, she's gone, with Dillon and my brand-new bike. My dad is going to kill me. You got to know something about this.

Mac: Maxie, do you?

Maxie: No. I told you guys, I haven't seen Dillon, and I never laid eyes on any motorcycle, ok?

Kyle: Well, I want something done. I mean, put out an a.P.B. Or something. I want my bike back.

Mac: I don't have enough to go on. But if dillon did steal the bike, and Georgie's with him, they're looking at grand theft. And things could get a lot worse if they cross state lines since Georgie's a minor. You wouldn't be doing them any favors by keeping quiet, Maxie.

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Dillon: Whoo!

Georgie: Ooh! I can't believe it. My first hotel room without my mom, my sister -- I can do whatever I want.

Dillon: I knew you'd love it.

Georgie: Oh! And then that bike -- I felt like I was flying. I am -- oh, my god.

Dillon: Yeah, she's a beauty. It was too bad we had to give her up.

Georgie: I thought I was going to die when you drove kyle's bike up on the back of that guy's truck.

Dillon: Yeah, well, he's -- he's in for a big shock when he hits Iowa.

Georgie: Right. Then he'll call the police, and kyle will have reported it stolen, and it'll be on every cop's computer, including Mac's.

Dillon: That's if he doesn't decide to keep it for himself. And even if he does turn it in, we're going to be long gone by then. And besides that, you know what? I thought we had a deal that we were only going to think ahead and not back.

Georgie: You're going to have to be patient. I worry.

Dillon: There's no need. The only moment in the whole world that matters is this one. So use it.

Georgie: How?

Dillon: I don't know. We're here. It's up to you. What do you want to do?

Georgie: I think I want to kiss you.

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Mac: I -- I can't believe this. Georgie's run off with this kid, and you were going to keep it from me? Where did they go?

Maxie: I don't know. Look, mac, just let this go, ok? Let Georgie have some fun.

Mac: Fun?

Maxie: She's upset, Mac! Georgie's been grounded practically the entire summer. And she didn't even do anything wrong. I did. And look, she didn't leave without letting me know she's ok. She's being responsible, just like she always is.

Kyle: Uh, hello? My bike was stolen. I want it back. Put out an a.P.B. Or something.

Maxie: No, that's crazy. There's no reason. Georgie is not a criminal, Kyle.

Mac: I have to deal with this.

Maxie: Look, you've beaten up Dillon twice now. Isn't that enough? Can't you just leave him alone?

Kyle: I'm blown away. You're actually going to defend that loser?

Maxie: I have to, ok? He's in love with my sister.

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Dillon: What? What?

Georgie: Nothing. It's --

Dillon: Well, wait a minute. If there's anything that i did that you don't like, you need to let me know, because --

Georgie: No, no, no, Dillon, Dillon, I swear, it's -- this whole living-in-the-moment stuff, it's all new to me. I can't help thinking about -- about the plan. I mean, do we even have a little one? Like, how we're going to eat?

Dillon: Well, yeah. I mean, I've got some cash put away. And thanks to my mom, we've got a lot of plastic, which is going to last us a really long time if we're smart, so --

Georgie: Ok. Well, we've got a couple months before we have to get back home for school, so --

Dillon: Home? Um -- port charles isn't home to me.

Georgie: Well, not technically, but you were planning to go back, right?

Dillon: Yeah. Yeah, I'll take you back whenever you want. Better?

Georgie: I'm a little scared.

Dillon: Come here. Come here.