Sage: What's to settle? He's paying you to spend time with me. There are worse jobs.

Dillon: I'm not cut out to be a babysitter.

Sage: Haven't you noticed? I'm not a baby.

Dillon: No, you're not a baby. You're a disaster waiting to happen.

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Sage: So, how do you know my uncle?

Dillon: I picked his pocket once.

Sage: You're a thief.

Dillon: No, I did it on a dare. Your uncle caught me. He was pretty cool about it. And since then, he's helped me out a few times, and I’ve tried to return the favor. Ok?

Sage: Uncle Lorenzo would never need help from someone like you.

Dillon: How do you know?

Sage: Daddy always said uncle Lorenzo was all work all the time. He never, ever makes mistakes. And everyone I know is afraid of him, including me. He's a powerful man. He doesn't need help from a rich boy with a bad haircut.

Dillon: He hired me, didn't he?

Sage: As a charity project.

Dillon: Yeah, well, maybe he doesn't want to deal with you anymore.

Sage: My uncle is employing you as a servant, so serve. Wash the windows

-- Georgie: You tell Mr. Alcazar my father is police commissioner Scorpio, and if I'm not let in to see Dillon Quartermaine right now, I will have every squad car down here ready to arrest you!

Dillon: Georgie, georgie -- it's ok, I’m here. This is Georgie Jones. From now on when I’m working, you can let her in, ok?

Man: Yes, sir.

Georgie: Working?

Sage: My uncle hired Dillon to be my constant companion. We'll be spending all of our time together.

Georgie: What do you mean, you're sage's companion?

Dillon: I wouldn't call it a "companion." It's more like a bodyguard.

Georgie: Alcazar has plenty of bodyguards! There's two in the hall!

Sage: My uncle doesn't want me to be bored or lonely, so he's hired me a friend. It's a little embarrassing but not unusual.

Georgie: It is here.

Sage: My uncle is more sophisticated than what you're used to. So am I. So is Dillon.

Georgie: You know nothing about Dillon!

Sage: I'm sorry, are you threatened?

Dillon: Time-out, time-out, all right? There's no need to be having this conversation right now.

Sage: Your girlfriend obviously is too provincial or too innocent to grasp the fact --

Dillon: Sage, shut up.

Sage: You shut up. You're working for me.

Georgie: Not anymore. He quits. You can go find someone else to get shot on your behalf.

Sage: Does Georgie speak for you? Are you quitting your first hour on the job?

Dillon: I'm taking a walk. All right? I may come back. I may not. Come on.

Sage: I hate you both.

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Dillon: Can you believe that little brat? She called me a servant.

Georgie: So quit.

Dillon: I could have died of pneumonia jumping into that water to save her. I go out of my way to help somebody, and I get repaid by humiliation? And on top of that, she's gets me shot.

Georgie: She's a nightmare.

Dillon: Yeah, I know a nightmare that wanted me to do windows.

Georgie: Look, who cares what sage Alcazar wants? With any luck, her uncle will send her straight back to boarding school.

Dillon: He can't. That's the thing -- I need this job, and sage knows that. She's testing me. That's what she's doing. I mean, I'm going to go back there tomorrow, and she's going to be, like, sweet as American pie. You know, "oh, oh, I’m sorry, Dillon. It was just, like, a big misunderstanding." And then she's going to start flirting with me because her kind always does that. It's just sickeningly transparent, and I’ve been through it a million times, and I don't want to hear --

Georgie: Dillon -- I want to make love tonight.

Georgie: I have enough money for a motel room, and we'd have privacy. And if we don't light too many candles, we shouldn't have any problems with the fire department.

Dillon: Why now?

Georgie: I'm ready.

Dillon: I'm not.

Georgie: Because of Sage, right?

Dillon: Right.

Georgie: But you just met her, and you said she was a nightmare, and she got you shot, and now you want to spend all your time --

Dillon: Georgie, sage is an obnoxious, spoiled, little, rich brat. I met a million and one of them when I was in Europe with my mom. I mean, I know the type, ok? They sleep around; they spend money for fun, all because their parents don't give them enough attention. It would almost be sad if it weren't so pathetic. Sage is nobody, nobody that I care about, and I don't want her to be the reason that we make love.

Georgie: It has nothing to do with that.

Dillon: Yes, it does. I want it to be special for us. I want it to be when we decide, not in some cheap motel room because we're trying to prove a point to sage. I mean, really, who cares what she thinks? Who cares?

Georgie: I still hate you spending time with her.

Dillon: The next worse thing to military school. Sage is my job.

You are my love.

Georgie: Promise?

Dillon: I promise.