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 going to 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.

Aah!

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

- Hello there, Dr. Hart. - Are you sure you want to be seen talking to me?

Yeah, I'll take my chances.

I have no interest in Zoe Hart.

Then there's no problem, then, is there?

You don't talk to her, and then everyone sees

that we are on the same team.

Great.

Let us pray.

Dear Lord, we humbly bow our heads

before Thee this day, and ask...

Hello.

I'm so sorry.

With these doors, uh, you should put some money

in the basket for WD-40.

Sorry.

Good-bye.

Hart of Dixie 1x05 Faith & Infidelity

Everyone was in church.

Everyone.

It's like the world ended.

I couldn't even buy a cup of coffee.

That should be against some kind of law.

Morning to you, too, sunshine.

Want to know why I'm not in a great mood this morning, Wade?

Hmm?

It's because a Hitchcockian swarm of flies

were buzzing in my ear all night long.

And you want to know why I have flies?

Because your front porch is a cemetery

for takeout containers, empty beer bottles

and half-eaten waffles.

I told you you should fix that hole in your screen.

- Yeah, and you told me that you would fix it. - Maybe.

But you should be nicer to me.

'Cause when all those nice churchgoing people

get whooshed up to Heaven in the Rapture,

gonna be just me and you left to repopulate the Earth.

Listen, cowboy, I have a very important week coming up.

Brick has left for his fishing trip,

which means I finally have the practice all to myself.

So I need to be better than great

so that the patients still see me

even after Brick gets back.

But I can't do that if I haven't had any sleep.

Cowboy?

Cowboy.

So Daddy's gone-- we should make the most of it.

Romantic night?

- Romantic night, huh? - Mm-hmm.

You mean no father, no little sister,

no, uh... no 13th committee members?

Oh, no, baby, just you and me--

All night.

All night?

Why, Lemon Breeland,

are you planning on, uh, seducing me?

I may be.

I'm on the fence, though.

Maybe I should give you a little push.

So we're on, then?

- Mm-hmm. - But not tonight

or tomorrow night, because I have to finish

my project for the Memory Matrons.

How's Thursday sound?

Thursday sounds fine.

Well... except it might be a little late.

I'm going to be taking depos out in Mobile,

and, well, you know how rough that road back can be.

I was stuck behind a tractor for an hour last week.

Okay, well, then, late it shall be.

And I'm going to pamper you, sweetheart,

because I hate that you've been working so much.

Oh, it's okay.

Look, a lot of good people got defrauded in the spill.

And this class action suit is going to help them out.

Besides, Mobile is growing on me.

The guys took me to this amazing

little tapas place last week.

- Tapas? - Yeah.

Since when do you like tapas?

I don't know. A while.

I'll tell you what, we should go sometime.

Of course. Tapas. Yum.

Of course we should. I can't wait.

Not Thursday, though. Oh, there's Delia Ann.

I better go compliment her outfit.

She is picking out the new head

of the Mobile Bay Memory Matrons this week.

All right? I'll see you.

Oh, Delia Ann!

Delia Ann.

- Well, hello there. - Hello.

Hi...

I'm the Reverend Mayfair. This is my wife Beverly.

How do you do?

Uh, listen, uh, if this is about

that whole church door thing this morning,

- I am so sorry. - Oh, no.

Don't you bother yourself about that at all. No, no.

Actually, we're here

to officially welcome you to BlueBell.

Okay, this is the point where you hand me

a pamphlet or something?

Excuse me?

You give me a cake,

and then I have to come tour a time share

in the rectory or something.

I don't know what you're used to, sweetie,

but down here, a Bundt cake is just a Bundt cake.

So you don't want me to come to church?

No, of course we want you to come to church.

You're just not trying

to get me to come to church?

You're very welcome to come to church.

If I take this Bundt cake, it's not an implied contract

that I will come to church?

Um, we'll just leave the cake

right here on the porch, and you can decide.

And, uh, on the first Sunday of every month

we host a pancake breakfast, and we hope you can come.

- Uh, but you don't have to. - Don't have to.

- Bye-bye. - All right. Bye-bye.

Nice meeting you.

Hi.

I'm Lavon Hayes, and I'm itch free...

where it counts.

Hi. I'm Zoe Hart,

and I am freaked out at the moment.

This jock itch cream wants me as their spokesperson.

Did you believe me?

That you're itch free where it counts?

Yeah, but I don't want to think about it.

You know, it's commercial

and a print campaign-- the works.

Very lucrative offer.

But it's humiliating, right?

Not unless you want the whole world

to think you used to have rashy junk.

And "no" it is.

What's with the cake?

Oh.

It's a quote-unquote "present"

from the friendly neighborhood preacher and his wife.

Oh, the Mayfairs?

Yeah, they seem to think it's okay to drop in unannounced

and bully you into coming to church.

Zoe, the Mayfairs are kind people.

- I'm sure they were just trying to be good neighbors. - In New York,

being a good neighbor is leaving each other alone.

Yeah, well, BlueBellers

aren't exactly known for leaving anything alone.

They're doing a pretty good job of it, ignoring my practice.

Ooh, speaking of which...

Oh! Yeah.

Big week, huh?

Ding-dong, the Brick is gone.

Cake?

Sure. Why not?

? ?

Hello. Dr. Hart's office.

Only Dr. Hart, no one besides Dr. Hart.

Dr. Hart speaking.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Hart, the one and only doctor

who will be taking care of you today.

Oh, great. I'm Addy Pickett,

and I am the one and only nurse

who will be taking care of you today.

What?

Brick asked if I could help out this week.

Figured you might need a hand.

- Brick thinks I need a babysitter? - Whoa.

I'm no babysitter.

I'm a registered nurse with 15 years of experience,

eight of which were here with Harley and Brick,

so I know this office like the back of my hand.

So I believe the words

"Thanks, Addy. Appreciate the help."

Hey, Doc.

Crazy Earl needs a once-over.

What happened?

Old man was passed out drunk underneath my boat trailer.

I backed over him.