Edward: How did you get in here?

Georgie: Um --

Edward: Dobson!

Georgie: Wait, wait, wait. You can't leave dillon in jail. He does not deserve to be there.

Edward: I gave that boy every chance to apologize, and he threw it back in my face.

Georgie: Dillon was scared.

Edward: Then he'll have to learn his lesson, won't he?

Georgie: Haven't you ever done something crazy for a girl and then regretted it later?

Edward: Dillon has no regrets.

Georgie: Mr. Quartermaine, he's sorry. I know he is. And if you could just make one little phone call, he would be free.

Edward: No, no, no. You see, my grandson insisted on staying in jail. Fine. Well, let him stay in jail. A couple of days in a cell with a riffraff named bubba will maybe improve his manners.

Ned: You left Dillon in jail? What in god's name is wrong with you?

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Scott: A Quartermaine in the cage -- just the way I like it. You think you can do whatever you want because the family will bail you out. I mean, why not goof off? You got access to the get-out-of-jail card, huh?

Dillon: Well, you just got me all figured out, don't you?

Scott: I do. But let me give you a little glimpse of what's down the highway here for you. You keep screwing around and then the blue blood family, they go, "ooh, a lot of trouble, embarrassment." And then they just cut you off. And the next time you get in trouble, you go to prison. You know what they do to punks like you in prison?? Huh?

Dillon: Really, what do you care?

Scott: I don't care. But I care about the paperwork, because it occupies my men's time here when they should be out looking for real criminals like your good-for-nothing worthless cousin jason. Do you want to end up like him?

Dillon: Oh, I'm sorry. Is that a bad thing? I -- I wouldn't know.

Scott: Punk.

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Georgie: Thanks for defending Dillon.

Ned: I did the best I could. Thank you for being a good friend to him.

Georgie: Yeah, but I wish Mr. Quartermaine weren't so hard on him.

Ned: You know, it's a waste of breath to try to change his mind about anything, especially his family.

Georgie: I know, but Dillon's in jail, and I had to do something.

Ned: Of course you did. From now on, you leave grandfather to me.

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Georgie: Hey. Are you ok?

Dillon: Oh, yeah, I'm good. Real good. So, you here to give me part two of grandfather's lecture?

Ned: He didn't do a good enough job by himself?

Georgie: Dillon, Ned's here to help.

Scott: And you need all the help you can get because the Quartermaine juice only goes so far. Next time you get in trouble, you're going to sit for a while.

Scott: Take him and get out of here.

Dillon: You know, I stole the bike, ok? I'll do my time. I don't care.

Ned: Look, I bailed you out. It's time to go.

Dillon: I really don't want to owe anybody, Ned. Not even you, ok?

Georgie: Wait a minute. Ned's trying to help. I mean, he yelled at your grandfather for leaving you here.

Dillon: I know, I -- I just really don't need your help, ok?

Ned: Well, you got it anyway.

Georgie: Dillon, what is wrong with you?

Dillon: Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. Can we just -- can we go, please?

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Dillon: Here it comes.

Edward: Welcome home, Dillon.

Dillon: Ok.

Edward: You know, Ned, I was thinking about that conversation that you and I had, and you were right. I wasn't sensitive enough to Dillon's unique situation in this household, so I took the liberty of calling Tracy.

Dillon: What? What did she say?

Edward: I don't know. I didn't get through to her.

Dillon: Well, did you leave a message?

Edward: Sure, an urgent one, but she hasn't gotten back to me yet.

Dillon: She's probably busy on some business deal or something like that.

Edward: No, no. The maid said she was right there in the hotel suite.

Dillon: Well, she obviously doesn't want to talk to you, then.

Edward: I told her it was a matter concerning you, Dillon.

Dillon: You know, my mother doesn't trust you as far as she can throw you, ok? She knows you hate her.

Edward: Hmm. Such a defense toward a woman who can't be bothered to discuss her son's future, who would rather spend time getting ready for a party than stay for five minutes and talk about the fact that her son has been arrested.

Ned: Grandfather, drop it.

Edward: Tracy taught you nothing. How could she? She lies every time she opens her mouth. She blackmails and she cheats. She has the heart of a viper and the morals of a rattlesnake.

Dillon: You know what? You shut up!

Ned: Hey, Dillon --

Dillon: Ok, you shut up! Don't you dare ever talk about my mother like that again! Do you hear me?

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Ned: Don't! Hey, hey, hey!

Dillon: You wrote my mother off years ago because you are a bitter, selfish old man, all right?

Edward: Now, that's enough.

Dillon: No, no, anybody in this house who tries to think for themselves, tries to use their own brain, forget it! They're dropped, kicked out the front door, aren't they? Aren't they?

Ned: Dillon, he's not listening! He's not listening.

Dillon: Oh, so what? So what, so he gets just to just insult anybody he wants? Well, not me!

Edward: I'm your grandfather --

Dillon: Sorry!

Edward: And I will not stand here while you insult me!

Dillon: Oh, come on! Save it for somebody who cares. The only people who stick around do it for the money. If it weren't for your big fat bank account, you would be all by yourself, and you know it!

Edward: Now, that's enough!

Dillon: Jason did it. Jason is just fine living his own life. Same with my mother. She is a successful business woman, making deals all over the world. She doesn't need you, and you can't handle it, can you?

Edward: There. You see what you're dealing with?

Ned: That went well. Maybe we should have a conversation about our mother.

Dillon: He doesn't care, you know? I mean, he doesn't give her any credit. It's like her accomplishments don't even count.

Ned: She's not a business woman.

Dillon: Entrepreneur, whatever.

Ned: I'm not sure she's been entirely honest with you, Dillon.

Dillon: Look, she did the best she could, Ned, ok? I mean, I know her work calls for a lot of attention. I get that. She can't be around every waking minute to take care of me. I understand, ok? I --

Ned: No, there's no work. There's no work. Ok, she might have had a position here, a job there, but nothing that would constitute an honest living.

Dillon: Don't push me, Ned. I lived with her. I know what she does.

Ned: Dillon, I'm telling you the truth.

Dillon: No, you're not! You're not telling me the truth, ok? You're lying to me just like grandfather is!

Ned: When our mother ran off, she wasn't making deals! She's not making deals now. She just told you that.

Dillon: Why is it that everybody in this house has to dis my mom?

Ned: You need to know who you can trust, Dillon!

Dillon: I do know who I can trust, ok? And it's not grandfather and it's not you and it's not anybody living in this looney bin you call home, ok?

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Courtney: Did Marco say why sonny's in the hospital?

Jason: No. He just said he came about an hour ago.

Maxie: Hey, Courtney.

Courtney: Hey.

Maxie: Hey. Are you guys here to see Elizabeth?

Jason: What happened to Elizabeth?

Maxie: She just got an emergency surgery for a pulmonary embolism, and she's still unconscious.

Jason: How'd she get a pulmonary embolism?

Maxie: The doctors don't know.

Jason: Ok, would you just mind keeping an eye on Michael while Courtney and I go see her?

Maxie: Sure.

Jason: Ok. Hey, buddy, Courtney and I are going to go visit a sick friend. You think you can stay with Maxie until your Dad shows up?

Michael: Yeah.

Jason: We'll be right back, ok? Michael: Ok. J

ason: Thanks.

Courtney: Hey, what's the matter with Elizabeth?

Jason: I don't know. That's what I got to find out.

Michael: Do you work at the hospital?

Maxie: Actually, I'm a volunteer.

Michael: Hmm.

Maxie: Which means I work for free. I pretty much just get people their magazines or books or get them a glass of water if they need it or keep them company --

[carly screams]

Maxie: It's just something that keeps me busy.

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Dillon: Mom? Hey. Hey. It's me. Yeah, I don't mean to bother you or anything. I just want to say hi. Oh, no, I'm good. No -- no, I'm not so good. Things have been kind of hard for me lately. I wish you were here. Ok. Oh, yeah, you need to -- no, go to your thing. Go to your thing. I'll -- I'll talk to you later. Ok. Bye.

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Maxie: Ok, I'll be right back, ok, Michael?

Michael: Ok.

Maxie: Hey, i'm babysitting.