Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman

They're back!

Hey, Sully.

- Welcome home. - Thanks.

- It's good to be back. - Oh, I missed you.

Oh, missed you, too.

Did you bring us anything?

Well, we'll see about that.

So, um, how was the honeymoon?

- It was great. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - How great?

Real great.

- Well? - Well...

Well?!

Well.

Oh. Train wasn't due till 9:00.

Pulled in kind of early.

Oh, the train was on time, my friend.

I'm afraid it's your clock that's running a little slow.

Newlyweds.

Well, that explains everything.

I was wondering why they were the only two on the train

not enjoying the view.

I guess they were too busy enjoying the view of each other.

Allow me to join these fine citizens

in offering my warmest congratulations.

She's quite a prize.

Prize?

I don't believe we've met.

Michaela Quinn.

And this is my husband, Byron Sully.

Preston A. Lodge III.

- I own the bank in town. - Bank?

Well, there is no bank in town.

There is one now.

Good day.

How soon can we move into the new house, Ma?

How does right now sound?

All aboard!

- All set? - Yep.

Let's go home.

Hup!

I have so much to do.

We need a swing for the porch.

And perhaps my garden can go over there beside...

Sully, what are you doing?

First things first...

got to carry you across the threshold.

But we've been in here before.

This time, it's for real.

Horace.

Oh. Goes upstairs.

Take it easy, please.

We wouldn't want anything to happen to the bed now, would we?

Where's this go?

Oh, upstairs.

Afternoon, folks.

Oh, a casserole.

It's for Dr. Mike.

Figured you wouldn't be much in the mood for cookin'.

Am I ever?

Oh, enough of that kind of talk.

You're a married woman now.

You've got to be doing more cooking.

Husband comes home at the end of the day, expects a meal.

Something wrong, Colleen?

I was going to cook something special for supper.

Oh, there will be plenty of other nights.

Oh, where do you want me to put these?

Mm, put them outside.

We'll keep them in the barn.

Look out, Wolf. Out!

Almost got stepped on.

That's not Wolf, Robert E.

- That's my dog, Pup. - That's Pup?

Yeah, he came back a few days ago.

I got news for you, Brian.

That ain't a pup no more.

Dorothy, uh, those stay in the house.

Oh, Michaela told me to put them in the barn.

- She did? - Mm-hmm.

Well, all right. Go.

- A little more this way. - Uh-huh.

No, still more.

That's perfect.

I thought we were going to put the table in there.

Oh, yes, we were, but then I thought

there was more room in here.

Do you mind?

No. No.

Everything's so beautiful.

You made me so happy, Sully.

Oh, my pitcher.

Sorry!

I'm afraid it's a bit small for my needs,

but it'll do until I find a permanent location.

Horace, when are you gonna fix that wagon?

Uh, this is my wife, Myra.

Preston A. Lodge III.

Mm-hmm.

And who is this?

- Samantha. - Samantha.

Oh, what sparkling eyes she has, just like her mother's.

Myra, I told you.

I... I need Robert E. To fix the wagon.

You got a problem with your wagon, Horace?

Oh, we use it to settle the baby.

Taking her for a ride puts her right to sleep.

It's the darndest thing.

But last week, the axle broke.

Well, why fix it when you can purchase a brand new one?

I'm afraid we can't afford that.

Well, of course you can.

This town now has a bank,

which means you can obtain a loan

to purchase the most elegant surrey.

After all, Horace, you're a hard-working man.

You deserve it.

Afternoon, ma'am.

Uh, Dorothy Jennings,

I'd like you to meet Preston Lodge.

Yes, the banker.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lodge.

Oh, call me Preston.

And believe me, with all the pretty ladies in town,

the pleasure is most definitely mine.

Where are you from?

Boston.

Boston?

- Dr. Mike's from Boston. - You don't say?

Well, I'll be sure to introduce myself to him.

Oh.

Dr. Mike is... is a woman. Michaela Quinn.

You met her at the train station.

That woman was a doctor?

Well, I can hardly wait to get sick.

- This casserole was delicious. - Certainly was.

I'm going to ask Grace for the recipe.

I already have it.

Your house is very beautiful.

It won't be long now,

and you'll have a home of your own.

The wedding cannot come soon enough.

I have so many plans.

Ingrid wants to knock down one of the homestead walls

and add on some extra rooms.

We will need them for my family.

Well... I kind of like it the way it is.

Besides, we can't afford it.

Dorothy was talking today about a new banker in town.

- Did she speak with him? - Yeah.

She says he is giving loans to help people.

We don't need a loan.

I don't want to be owing anybody.

We can make our own money.

Just need to be patient.

We have our whole lives ahead of us.

Come on. Better get you home.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Good night. - Ingrid.

Thanks for dinner.

You're welcome.

- Night, Sully. - Goodnight, Matthew.

Well, I suppose we should be turning in, too.

All right. See you, Sully.

Brian, I'm not leaving.

I forgot.

You're sleeping with Ma now.

Well, why... why don't you both run along up to bed?

I'll uh, I'll check on your shortly.

Goodnight, Ma.

- Goodnight, kids. - Sully.

Morning.

Morning.

Where are you going?

I've been thinking about Cloud Dancing,

something I want to talk to him about.

You were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you.

Oh. No, it's fine. But just be careful.

There's still a warrant out for his arrest.

That's what I want to talk to him about.

Well, um, will you be home for supper?

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know.

I'll try.

Well, I'll just get started on my garden, then.

Good.

Here you go. Two weeks worth of mail.

Look at this.

I just did some figuring.

And with the interest Preston's looking to charge,

we'll end up paying twice what the surrey is worth.

Preston?

He's the new banker. He's from Boston.

Oh, really?

The payments are all spread out and... and in small amounts.

It still adds up, Horace.

Dr. Mike, please tell Horace

he don't need to buy no fancy, new surrey.

He should just fix the old one.

You're thinking of taking out a loan, Horace?