Hart of Dixie

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This isn't an ultimatum. I just need to know we're on the same path.

Sometimes I think I never should've let you go.

Hey, Lynly. You up for another

mani-pedi party?

Y'all are hanging out?

With you saving BlueBell

and Tansy broken up with Scooter...

You broke up with Scooter?

Guess the fact that I burned Tansy's hair off

means I'm still kind of damaged myself.

I'll call Lavon from Houston.

Good-bye, Lynly Hayes.

We're renting a house!

No, we're not.

Termite house is for rent or for sale.

We're buying a house.

Seriously? All in.

All right, last set, you guys!

Let's do this!

Now I want you to move it, hips side to side.

Here we go.

Okay, let's metabolize that sugar into pyruvate!

Pritchett sisters, I don't want you

to let that lactic acid build up!

I thought we were supposed to be getting funky.

What is she even talking about? This is not funky!

This Health and Wellness Month is an inspired idea.

The town really needed this. I mean,

look at all the participation!

See? Yeah. I know.

BlueBell, we are set to meet our goal

of losing 500 collective pounds.

I think this is the greatest accomplishment I've had

as this town's physician. Plus, all this working out,

it's really good stress relief from the big move.

All right, we can stop. We can stop.

I'm so happy for you and Joel.

This is such a big step. Yeah, thanks.

I can't wait for the house to be ready to have you guys over.

All right, BlueBell, well done!

Remember, two days until the final weigh-in,

all right? We got Bollywood Boogie

at the Rammer Jammer at 3:00,

and then right here at 4:30, we got Pilates.

Meatball, I am looking at you. No way.

A rock-hard core would sully my brand.

Okay, so,

tell me what you thought.

Don't worry. I take criticism very well.

Let me preface this

by saying that I am, without a doubt,

the number one Joel Stephens fan in the world.

Nay, the universe.

And I am so honored that you would

let me read the first six chapters.

They were amazing,

thoughtful, riveting.

Wow. Thank you very much.

The only thing is...

Oh. The motivation gets a little muddled in chapter four...

Your main character makes no sense.

Well, uh...

Well, he-he is... he's purposely enigmatic.

You know, he's a Southern erdass,

um, a lone wolf.

Yeah. That's-that's what's so confusing.

You see, for a cowboy, he spends a lot of time

whining about getting his sneakers dirty.

And, uh,

I-I don't think badasses use words

like, uh... "ennui."

Well, he happens to be a highly educated Southern badass.

Maybe... you should change the character

into someone you get a little...

better, and leave

the cowboy writing to actual cowboys.

Thank you for your feedback.

This is good stuff. I appreciate it. So, I'm just gonna take that

and, uh, I'm gonna let it, um...

Uh...

Artists. So sensitive.

A.B., there you are.

Huge news.

Jackson finally proposed last night.

Isn't she a beauty?

Jackson proposed?

Wow.

I'm so happy for y'all.

Now, I know you're no longer a Belle, but still...

will you be a bridesmaid?

It just wouldn't be the same without you and Lemon there,

and she already said yes.

That sounds great!

Yay.

Bridesmaid, of course.

Oh, great. Well, I got to run.

I'm deciding between Bali and Brazil for the honeymoon.

Ta!

Damn health week!

My kingdom for a cruller.

One veggie lovers omelet

and some bacon I got on the black market.

Score. Thank you.

Nope. You're on the stupid diet

with the rest of us, Tucker. No special privileges

just 'cause the waitress wants to ask you out.

No.

Tansy and I are just... She doesn't...

You think so?

Everybody thinks so.

Look, Tucker, it's been a month since Lynly left.

What's the holdup? I don't know, man.

Just, you know, Tansy and I had a complex history.

We're both newly single. I j... I just want it

to be the right moment, you know?

And, plus, things are still tense, very,

very tense, with... Lavon!

Hey, man.

How you doing? Alive.

It's nice weather we're having out there.

Right?

Oh. Very sunny. Yeah.

And I-I heard it-it might rain tomorrow.

Yes. Y-Yes, I-I hear that, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm...

I'm gonna go sit over there.

Bye. Okay.

Wow. That is tense, all right.

Told you.

Morning, Mayor. Gluten-free pancakes

with agave syrup?

As much as I'm rooting

for the health of BlueBell, I miss real food.

Tom's been running off to Mobile

to get fries in the middle of the night.

It's not good for the marital bed.

You know, speaking of Tom,

there's something I want to talk to you about.

So, Duke, we want to knock down a few of these walls,

get more of an open concept feel.

That's just a few days' work, right?

Yeah. No.

We're looking at a top-to-bottomer here.

A top-to-bottomer?

Does-does that mean what I think it does?

Was your inspector Cooper O'Connell?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's a lazy crook.

Wh...

No way you meant to put that many zeroes.

Well, you could always cheap out.

Your bed will probably crash through the ceiling.

Sleep well. When can you start?

Hold on a second. Maybe there's some stuff

around here that I can fix myself, you know?

He's joking. He's very wry.

It's hard to tell.

No, exc... I'll have you both know

that I earned multiple merit badges at Camp Nageela.

For what?

Explaining the cartoons in The New Yorker?

No, for woodworking!

And whittling. Look, Joel,

how about you do your things, okay? Poetry,

cooking, Jenga. Leave the man's work

to the men, all right?

Well, thanks for the advice

and the outrageous, larcenous estimate,

but I'm gonna be remodeling this house myself.

Suit yourself, city boy. Uh... uh...

Joel Stephens,

you are going to be doing a lot of things by yourself

if you don't get that man back here pronto!

Are you kidding me? Pronto!

Hello, beautiful.

Kale and quinoa.

Again.

Only two more days until the final weigh-in,

and then I am deep-frying

anything that is not nailed down.

How's your day going?

Oh, it's fine.

Tried not to punch George Tucker.

Succeeded.

Oh. You?

Elodie and Jackson got engaged.

After only four months.

I'm gonna be a bridesmaid!

Oh, A.B.

Look, I know how this must make you feel.

Actually, I'm fine.

Truth is, I pity her.

Huh. Well, you say that.

Are you sure that's what you think?

Lavon, I am fine.

We've talked about this, we've agreed.

Going back and getting all upset again

would be crazy.