Lorenzo: Sage, I'd like to go over a few things before I leave.
Sage: You don't have to worry. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
Lorenzo: Good.
Sage: Hmm.
Lorenzo: Who gave you permission to go into my room and take something that doesn't belong to you?
Sage: I'm sorry, uncle Lorenzo. I didn't see any harm in wearing it for a day, before you gave it to your girlfriend.
Lorenzo: Please just give me another chance.
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Sage: I'm sorry about the pendant. I didn't mean to make you mad.
Lorenzo: I'm allowing you to stay here because you lost your father and because you're lonely at school. That doesn't mean you can run wild and do whatever you want, sage. My bedroom and everything in it are off-limits to you. Do you understand?
Sage: Got it. Can I ask something about the pendant? Is it for your girlfriend?
Lorenzo: That's none of your business.
Sage: Well, I'm curious -- if some woman's walking around there with my uncle's heart, am I ever going to meet her?
Lorenzo: I'll decide when and if you meet the lady in question. In the meantime --
[knock on door]
Lorenzo: The subject is off-limits. Excuse me. Ah, just in time. I'm explaining the concept of rules to sage. Obviously, you could use a refresher course.
Dillon: Why -- what, did I do something wrong?
Lorenzo: Yeah. I'm paying you to be sage's companion. That means you stay with her. It doesn't mean you wait till I clear the building and take off like you did yesterday.
Dillon: Yeah, yeah, I know about that. I'm sorry about that.
Lorenzo: No, no, no, no, no. I'm not interested in excuses. If you don't want to take the job, just let me know. Otherwise, I expect you to perform the services we agreed upon.
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Sage: You came back.
Dillon: You stayed.
Sage: Did Georgie give her permission?
Dillon: We made the decision together.
Sage: Well, I'm glad she's ok with it. Let's go.
Dillon: Let's go where?
Sage: To my room, to have sex.
Dillon: Ha-ha! That's funny.
Sage: I'm serious. I've never been with a virgin before. It might be amusing.
Dillon: Ok, can we please stop with the virgin commentary? It's getting really old really fast.
Sage: I can see how that would be a sensitive subject for you. Must be embarrassing having absolutely no sexual experience at all. Well, hey! Look on the bright side -- you lucked out. Your little girlfriend is just as clueless as you are.
[Knock on door]
Sage: To be continued.
Dillon: Let's not and say we did.
Sage: Look, Dillon! It's georgie! We were just talking about you.
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Georgie: Alcazar still wants you to be Sage's companion?
Sage: It won't be so bad. I already apologized to Dillon for how I acted yesterday. I apologize to you, too. It took me a little while to adjust.
Georgie: Well, if you and Dillon both hate the idea, why not give it up?
Dillon: Just think big picture.
Sage: What bigger picture?
Dillon: Hey -- was I talking to you? No, I wasn't. You're welcome to come by here any time you want if you want to stay.
Georgie: I'm late for candy striping.
Sage: Wait, I'm sorry -- did you say candy striping?
Georgie: It's a way of helping people who need it. I wouldn't think that you would be familiar.
Sage: A little snippy, georgie? Well, I guess I can't blame you. Some strange girl pops into town and monopolizes all of your boyfriend's time.
Dillon: Ignore her, please. I do.
Dillon: I'll see you later.
Georgie: Bye.
Dillon: Bye.
Sage: I thought she'd never leave. Now we can get to work.
Dillon: On what?
Sage: Sex education. I promise I'll be an excellent teacher.
Georgie: I am so sorry that I’m late.
Maxie: Oh, it's fine. You've covered for me plenty of times. Where were you?
Georgie: Visiting Dillon on his new job.
Maxie: What's he doing?
Georgie: Babysitting.
Maxie: You're kidding, right? Who's the kid?
Georgie: Not a kid exactly.
Maxie: Don't tell me --
Georgie: Sage.
Maxie: How can you let Dillon hang out with that tramp?
Georgie: I don't have a choice. Dillon's mom is threatening him with military school again, and Dillon has to find a way to support himself, so working for alcazar is it. And, you know, it's not that bad. It's -- Sage couldn't be less interested in Dillon.
Maxie: Who told you that, Dillon or Sage?
Georgie: Both.
Maxie: Then you're in serious trouble, Georgie. I mean, if Sage and Dillon are both denying it, then there's something up.
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Sage: Aren't you bored yet? I am. We need exercise -- something intense.
Dillon: Can we just stop this, please? You don't want to sleep with me. You just want to annoy me because of the fact that you resent being stuck here with me. Well, guess what -- I resent you, too. I could be out doing a real job, like parking alcazar's car or delivering a letter, but, no, i get stuck babysitting his nympho niece.
Sage: How dare you call me that?
Dillon: I'm just going by what I see.
Sage: You know, I can't believe my uncle would be so cruel to saddle me with some lovesick, sexually repressed nerd!
Dillon: You know what? I don't like you, either, sage. And I'm not attracted to you, so you can get that out of your head right now. I wouldn't sleep with you if this apartment building were an island and we were in "swept away." I don't want to sleep with you any more than you want to sleep with me. You just -- you just want to cover up the fact that all you want is for alcazar to come in here and find us in some sort of compromising position, thus giving him a grand opportunity to fire me. Well, I'm going to cut to the chase and skip the parts where you're following me. You can march your little butt back to boarding school or you can find a new sitter. But I don't care, because I quit.
Sage: Please, Dillon, reconsider!
Dillon: What?
Sage: I'll leave you alone. No more virgin jokes. No more come-ons. I won't even say the sex word.
Dillon: Why do you care? You hate this as much as I do.
Sage: Because if you walk out on this job, my uncle will send me back to that horrible boarding --
Dillon: Well, maybe you should have thought about that a little bit sooner.
Sage: Dillon, please --
Dillon: Hey, too late, sweetheart! My mind's made up.
Tracy: Oh!
Dillon: Would you please watch where you --
Tracy: Darling --
Dillon: Mom.
Tracy: How lovely to bump into you.
Dillon: Since when?
Tracy: Well, you rushed off this morning without saying anything. Where were you in such a hurry to? I hope it had something to do with this lovely young lady. Your new girlfriend, perhaps?
Dillon: Mom --
Tracy: She's a definite improvement over that drab, little Jones girl. Tracy, Dillon’s mother.
Sage: Sage. Nice to meet you.
Tracy: It's nice to meet you. How do you know my son?
Sage: We met last year in Europe where I attend the lyceum, Geneva. I'm staying here for a while with my uncle and bumped into Dillon. It's a small world, don't you agree?
Tracy: I do.
Tracy: Sage, Dillon’s never mentioned you before. Where exactly did you meet?
Dillon: Amsterdam. Do you remember the one time that I went to the Van Gogh museum by myself? Well, Sage was there.
Sage: And now we're both in Port Charles. Maybe it's fate.
Tracy: How long are you visiting?
Sage: Indefinitely.
Tracy: Well, I hope you stay around a long time, because you are a definite improvement over the last girl.
Dillon: Mom, could we not put down Georgie?
Tracy: In fact, I was so concerned that I called the military academy this morning. I was afraid that Dillon was going to let his hormones get the better of his good judgment, but I'm really glad to see that that's not going to be necessary.
Sage: Well, I'm glad you reconsidered, because if Dillon left, I wouldn't know anyone here.
Tracy: Good. Well, I'm late for a meeting. Darling, I’ll see you later. Nice to meet you.
Dillon: Bye.
Sage: Hmm. I guess you won't be quitting, after all.
Dillon: All right. Here's the deal. When we're around my mom, you can act like my friend. All other times, keep your hands to yourself.
Maxie: Oh, my god! Red alert. Trouble ahead.
Dillon: All right, then it's settled. I hang out with you, you let me. It's business.
Georgie: You're right. It's a total emergency. I need a makeover -- short skirts, heels, the works.