Hart of Dixie

Dr. Hart, my name is Dr. Harley Wilkes.

I'm from BlueBell, Alabama.

Harley Wilkes was your father.

- What? - He left you his practice.

He shares it with Dr. Breeland, and Brick--

he's been waiting a long time

to get BlueBell all to himself.

We haven't met. I'm Dr. Zoe Hart.

I'm not gonna share this office, not for one minute.

Zoe, this is Lemon Breeland.

You're Brick's daughter, right?

I'm, uh, George Tucker.

You're the mayor-- Lavon Hayes the linebacker?

You share a generator with the guy in the gatehouse--

- Wade Kinsella. . - You had a date

with that, uh, Dr. Hart? If I do recall, we are

at your engagement party. You know how difficult

this is for me. Difficult never stopped me.

I can't see how you can contest

- Harley Wilkes' will. - Find me a way.

If one partner doesn't bring in

30% of the revenue every billing quarter,

the other partner can buy him or her out.

I apologize for what I'm about to do. Wade, I need to create a diversion.

And I think I speak

for everyone when I say

we don't want you here.

Whoo!

Well, hey there.

Notice how whenever I come around, there's always sparks?

If you like that, wait till you see my taser.

Listen, you want me to help you fix the fuse box or not?

The fuse keeps blowing because of your new amp,

so, no, I do not want or need your help.

My guess is,

you're overloading it with all your girl stuff.

Yeah, that's me,

with my girly Wi-Fi connection and my silly cell phone

that I only use to look at pictures of ponies.

Well, apparently

I have alienated most of the people in this town.

More like all of 'em.

So the Internet and the phone

are my only contact with humanity.

Okay, I'm gonna get a bucket of lake water,

so when you catch on fire, it doesn't spread my way.

Hey.

You're the one who ruined our parade, aren't you?

Yeah, that was me.

Thanks for remembering.

Hi. Oh, good morning, Shelley.

I'm in the mood

for an egg-white Greek omelet

with feta cheese and kalamata olives.

Get over that mood-- you get fried or scrambled.

Scrambled, be great.

Okay, scrambled to go. I didn't say to go.

I'm just thinking about your safety.

Hello there, Dr. Hart.

Hey, are you sure you want to be seen talking to me?

Um... yeah, I'll take my chances.

What's with the suit?

You have a funeral to get to?

No, I'm just taking some depositions up to Mobile,

but I just wanted to warn you,

that I think someone, as a joke, signed you up

for our annual cook-off tomorrow.

Did it occur to you that I may have signed up myself?

No, it did not. Because I did.

You did? I love to cook.

I cook like crazy.

Cook all the time, watch the cooking shows

on the Cooking Show Channel. Do you?

I don't think I get that channel.

You should lobby your local cable provider

'cause it is an excellent venue for shows about cooking,

which I love to do.

Okay, then.

Well, I should probably tell you

that Brick Breeland pretty much always wins our cook-off.

So I have heard, but I don't care.

Face it, I haven't started off well

in BlueBell, with sabotaging the parade,

making an archenemy of your fiancée...

Misdiagnosing a tick bite.

I'm glad you are keeping track,

but you know more than anyone, I need

30% of the patients to keep my part of the practice.

Yeah, and gumbo is gonna do that how?

I am a good doctor,

but apparently the people of BlueBell

are quick to distrust strangers.

I need to prove to this town that I belong here.

And what better way than participating

in the town cook-off?

If I beat Brick Breeland while I'm at it,

well, that would just be the cherry on...

the gumbo.

Well, okay.

All right, Annabeth,

now what is it that you want to tell us about that Dr. Hart?

Well, I heard from my cousin Rhonda's boyfriend Lane,

who's, like, best friends with the kid Zander

who mows the mayor's lawn...

Oh, my goodness, Annabeth, I can feel myself aging.

Sorry.

The lawn boy says sometimes

Zoe Hart has breakfast with the mayor.

In his home?

Mm-hmm.

Is your lawn boy suggesting

that they are sleeping together?

What? Oh, Lord, no.

She comes in from the carriage house to eat.

First thing, wakes up and walks right over.

Of course she does, silly, that's where the food is.

Now, if they're not sleeping together,

what was the point of your epic tale?

She parades around in front of the mayor

without a stitch of makeup.

Well, obviously that girl...

Continue your reconnaissance, Annabeth.

That girl is a walking...

Hello.

A walking menace.

Hi.

Name, insurance carrier, and Dr. Breeland will be right with you.

Actually, I'm a doctor.

I work here.

Who are you? Didi-- your new receptionist?

Our new receptionist? That's strange.

Dr. Breeland never mentioned anything about another doctor.

It's not that strange, really.

Folks, I'm sorry, you can wait

a little bit or you can come back later,

but Doris Culp thinks Albert is having a heart attack again.

Now, I think we all know

she's just trying to handicap my gumbo-making,

but little does she know that I put my pot on last night.

How could you hire a new receptionist

without consulting me? We share this practice,

50-50.

Except all the patients are mine,

but, you know, if you want to choose

the kind of lollipops we hand out, that's all yours.

I vote for lime or cherry, not grape.

Oh, you're back in here again.

Hi.

I'm so sorry,

but Dr. Breeland just stepped out.

What-- excuse me,

how do you know he's here to see Brick and not

here to see me? I will ask,

but I don't want you

to get your hopes up.

I was in the neighborhood, thought

I'd look in on Dr. Hart.

How you doing? Hey.

I'm, I'm Lavon Hayes.

I don't believe we've met. Hi,

I'm Didi.

I've only been living here a short while.

Just moved out from Georgia about a month ago.

Oh, well, please allow the mayor

of our fair town to welcome you.

The mayor?! W-Wow, w...

Look at me, getting all flustered

around famous people.

Where's Dr. Breeland?

He had to leave. Can I help you?

Are you a doctor?

I know, right?

Weird.

My son was bitten by a snake.

Okay, no problem,

let's check it out.

He had a sleepover

at his friend's, and they went

to explore inside the old Hooper house,

where I have told him a million times not to play.

Right, and there was a snake? Well, he didn't see it,

but he stepped into a hole in the floor and it bit him,

which is why we don't play in that house.

No cyanosis,

minor swelling, and no fever.

So it wasn't poisonous?

Probably.

Probably it was or probably it wasn't?

I'm gonna go get him an antihistamine.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I need to check something online.

So is that Lavon guy single?

Huh?

Yeah, he is.

He seems really nice and cute, but, I mean, he's the mayor,

so I'm sure he's got tons and tons of girls swooning...

To treat a snakebite,

you need to determine the kind of snake that made the bite.

Crap.

Did you just Ask Jeeves how to cure a snakebite?