Hart of Dixie

- When Lemon comes back, she'll choose me. - She's gonna choose me, always.

I take it we're not getting our department?

- Try again next year. - You're supposed to be on

that cruise for three weeks.

I spent some time with the ship's doctor,

and we fell in love.

I have never been able to resist you.

So does that mean you're not going to?

Yes, yes. But-but keep this under wraps for two more days.

I love you, Zoe. I want to give this a try.

This is never gonna work out. It's just too late.

I'm not pregnant,

I have a virus. I saw your test results.

Henry and I haven't even had sex yet.

We're just pretending to be a couple because

I need the money for Fancie's. Well, then whose is it?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Okay. This is happening.

This is definitely happening.

How could you let this happen?

You're a doctor.

You... are a doctor.

You talking to yourself now?

What's up, Lavon?

You okay? I heard about the big ruckus with the fire department.

I'm fine. It's not me I'm worried about.

Something going on with you.

What? No. No.

I haven't seen you for an entire day. Not even for baked goods.

So spill it.

Nothing to spill.

Everything is good.

Great, in fact. I am happy and I am healthy.

And I don't have to face the town knowing

that I blew their chance at a fire department.

So, clearly, I've won the morning.

You're coming for breakfast.

Now. You and me, we're gonna talk.

No, thanks, I'm not hungry.

You want me to take a look,

see what you hid in the drawer there?

Great.

- I made pancakes. - Mmm.

Let's go.

And I looked that monk straight in the eye,

and I said, “No. Namaste to you”"

I think this is gonna be

my finest blogger profile to date.

Uh, what Henry has

accomplished is nothing short of astounding.

Yeah, even I am growing weary of keeping it a secret.

You and me both. You know how I hate keeping secrets.

Like, I really, really hate it.

Especially from Brick.

Okay, listen, by the end of the day today,

Grandmother will hand over the final check for Fancie's,

she will head overseas, Henry will be on his way,

and we'll be done keeping the secret.

Oh, speaking of which...

did you ever find out whose pregnancy test that was?

No. I mean,

in the chaos, I-I just totally forgot.

I...

Hey, hey. It's showtime, ladies.

Hi. Hey.

It's too much pressure. I need a cruller.

I need a cruller.

You expecting someone?

No, I'm just enjoying my pancake and hoping there isn't a fire.

Oh, very funny.

Hey, look, Zoe, I'm here for you.

I mean, I know what's going on.

You do?

Zoe, I'm your best friend. I recognize these things by now.

You had another fight with Wade.

Oh, Lavon, I wish it were that simple.

But I can honestly say that Wade Kinsella

is not the problem on my mind right now.

Uh, morning, Doc.

Good morning, Wade.

Morning, Lavon.

Heard, uh, you and Tucker had

a “my hose is bigger than your hose” contest

at fire practice yesterday, wish I'd been there to see that.

It was not my fault.

So what's going on with you?

Oh. Oh, me? You mean, besides the fact

that I-I told Zoe that I loved her yesterday

and she basically told me to buzz off?

Unless, of course,

I-I misinterpreted

the “door slamming in my face” bit.

Well, you know, much as I...

hate to leave this conversation, um,

I-I got business to attend to.

Yeah, very im-important mayoral business.

Very pressing.

Sorry. So, have-have a good day.

Zoe, just...

just to be clear: you did hear me

yesterday, when I, uh, asked you out to dinner,

told you that I loved you, the whole shebang?

'Cause I know it was loud,

with the crickets chirping and the, uh...

doors slamming.

I heard you.

But I meant what I said.

It's too late for us, and that's just the way it is.

Wow.

I am genuinely confused.

'Cause, you know, last I heard, you were gonna

fig"for this relationship, and-and I know

it took me a few weeks

to realize the error of my ways,

but I'm... A few weeks?

A few weeks?!

Try eight!

Eight weeks, Wade!

A lot can happen in eight weeks, okay?

A lot!

Shelby, I-I thought we both agreed

to keep our relationship quiet till my mother is gone.

And I agree that we agree,

but my astrologer, Madame Minerva, disagrees.

She thinks you underestimate your mother.

Well, you can tell Madame...

w-whatever that it is precisely because

I do not underestimate my mother

that we are keeping this a secret.

If my mother finds out, she will ruin us.

Or... she'll see how wonderful I am and love me.

Why wouldn't she?

Everybody loves me.

You love me. That...

I cannot deny.

Oh, Ethel, cover your eyes.

Dr. B, I wanted to ask you about this pregnancy test...

No! Oh!

I didn't see a thing...

certainly not you kissing Shelby,

whom I'm fairly certain you said good-bye and good riddance to.

Surprise. Oh, now, A.B., please,

you can't breathe a word about this until Bettie leaves town.

Not to anybody... even Lemon.

Oh, but, Brick, Lemon's my best friend!

And I hate keeping secrets.

I'm sorry for asking, but it's just-just one day.

Also, would you mind watching Ethel

for a teeny, tiny bit while

Brick and I sneak away for a quickie?

Tea. Tea.

Uh, just a quick...

afternoon tea.

You're gonna stay here with your Aunt A.B.

Bye!

Guess we won't be getting our own fire department, huh?

Got to be disappointing.

But, in good news, I think you made the right decision

calling off the investigation of Henry Dalton.

The man is a hero.

Oh, we know.

Who has scaled the majestic heights of Everest and beyond.

We know. Healed the thirsty

and impoverished. We know! We know!

And sends his own mother

two dozen red roses

every single day.

Wait, what?

Who sends their mother red roses?

A saint. I ran into Asey,

the florist, last night

at the small business owners' meeting.

Ashley says it's the most anyone's ever spent on flowers.

For his mother?

That's what he told Ashley.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Well, I hate to say it, but I think I am.

We need to find out the truth about “Saint Henry”"

And his flowers.

Oh, hi, Dr. Hart.

I'm here for my appointment.

You okay?

Delma. Right. Mole removal.

Uh, A.B., can you just grab... What is that?!

It's a baby. Thought you were a doctor.

Where did it come from?

Uh, it belongs, uh... to a relative.

Of a friend. A-A friend you don't know.

You can't just have a baby in-in a workplace, AnnaBeth,

because they-they are needy

and they are noisy and they are

so much work, okay?

Y-You can't just drop a bomb on someone like this.

Because a baby changes everything!

Everything!

Delma, you want that mole removed or not?

So many secrets.

So many, many secrets.

So I gave Delma the Band-Aids and the Neosporin

and I sent her on her way.