Hart of Dixie

You can't just say you have feelings for George

and then say, "Oops, never mind!"

Hey, I am very, very sorry!

I can't be in the same place as Zoe Hart.

If you really do think we belong together,

you will start over with me,

someplace else. Tansy left

last night. Like "left George Tucker" left?

I'd say that's a good bet.

Being rational is kind of overrated.

Are we getting married? Uh-huh.

You and AnnaBeth seem right together.

It inspires me to find the right person, too.

I'm going on tour tomorrow,

and I could use an extra voice on the road.

Where are we going? Not we, me. New York.

You were right.

Look, I have changed!

Which is why I'm going after her.

I came all this way to tell you that...

I love you.

Wow.

I was kind of hoping for more than a "wow."

I'm gonna spend the summer in New York.

I'll see you in three months, Doc.

(crowd cheering, band playing upbeat march)

Dr. Hart!

Where are you?!

: Come back!

Wake up.

Wake up.

Nap's over, lazy ass.

You got rounds.

Run a chem seven, CBC.

Mrs. Abrams, room 82, needs an echo.

Get Ms. Rami in bed 11 in for a double bypass this afternoon.

Mr. Diamond in room 43, he can be released

only if he promises to get his pacemaker checked in two weeks.

You can tell his daughter because she'll remind...

Meatball?

What?

Sorry.

I was just listing my favorite sandwiches.

Lemon?

Hey.

Hi, honey.

Joel, what are you doing here?

Well,

I had the worst writer's block ever.

Needed an ego boost, so I loitered in the fiction section

of the Strand until someone recognized me.

I have issues.

Don't judge.

Me? Judge.

I'm swimming in issues.

Beet salad with celery root,

grilled fennel and...

cold poached salmon. What?

This is so sweet.

But what is the occasion?

Oh, they accepted our offer on the apartment.

No way!

All that's left is to be approved by the co-op board.

We meet them Friday at 9:00 a.m.

I cannot believe this.

That is my dream apartment.

Yes!

Shmancy novelist. Semi-shmancy surgeon.

We are going to breeze past that co-op board.

Uh, actually, uh, your former business partner...

Dr. Breemore?

Breeland. Brick.

Brick. Right. Still hilarious.

He hasn't sent in his reference letter the board asked for.

Are you sure you asked him for it? Yeah.

No, I wrote it all up for him. All he had to do was sign it.

I overnighted it to him weeks ago.

Why didn't he do it? Did you leave on bad terms or something?

I left on good terms with everyone.

Rose?

Is that you? Is that really you?

Duh. And it was really me when you pretended

you didn't know me five minutes ago.

Okay. I know how that may have looked, but...

Remember how you promised

we'd spend my 16th birthday in New York?

Well, my 16th birthday was yesterday.

So I had to come here with the model U.N. field trip.

I'm Egypt.

And my stupid, idiot classmates got into a food fight,

so now I'm starting my 16th year in some New York hospital

babysitting Finland while he gets a French fry removed

from his sinus passages.

Well, how long are you in town?

Maybe I can take you to lunch tomorrow.

Barney's! A belated celebration!

Happy birthday!

Don't pretend that you care about me.

You don't care about any of us.

I do care.

Really? Is that why you told

everyone you were leaving forever in an e-mail?

You know what?

Good-bye, Dr. Hart. See you never.

Rose, come...

Individual e-mails.

Minimal cutting and pasting.

You know, it's just... it's so hard for me to say good-bye.

Zoe, I know you've been having weird dreams, anxiety.

Maybe you should go back to BlueBell.

Tie up loose ends, make things right.

Get that very important reference letter signed.

Joel, things in BlueBell are... complicated.

There's stuff that I haven't fully told you.

Yeah, and I want to know everything.

But we have time.

You know,

maybe before we start our new life,

you should put the old one to bed.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Go.

Enjoy yourself. Take a few days.

Just be back Friday morning by 9:00.

Of course. Mm.

Pinky promise.

Mm, pinky promise.

Hello?!

Where'd everyone go?

They're in the church.

Town meeting.

Hello, Doc.

Hi, Wade.

It's nice to see you.

Figured you'd be back. Hi, Wade.

Actually, um, I'm-I'm just here for the night, so...

Well, I'm guessing I'm...

probably not the first person you were hoping to run into.

I just...

I know that-that you...

are probably angry at me, and-and I should explain.

No.

No need to explain.

I don't have any regrets.

As for the rest of the people in this town, I can't say

they were as charmed by your cyber adioses as I was.

Well, that's why I'm here: to smooth all that over.

Good luck with that, Doc.

Unfortunately, it is true.

Fillmore has issued a preemptive noise ordinance against us.

Now, now, unless we can get it overturned by tomorrow,

the Founder's Day parade is canceled.

Say what?

Mayor Hayes, now, this parade has been going on now

for 250 years.

How could this be?

Mayor Todd Gainey Sr. and that crooked ambulance chaser,

Scooter McGreevey, is how.

I was a take a date,

and she was hot to trot.

If George Tucker were here, this never would have happened.

Look, look, everybody just calm down.

Huh? Reverend, I'm-I'm sure you have

some words of wisdom.

We could pray.

Let us bow our heads

in a moment of silent reflection.

Hello, everyone!

I'm back!

I brought bagels.

Lavon.

Please tell me that you don't hate me.

What? What? No. Never.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

It was all just kind of last minute.

I've been thinking about this place,

and-and I wanted to end things right.

Plus, I need Brick to sign this reference letter.

So you're really staying in New York, huh?

I mean, you know, uh,

I got your e-mail,

but somehow I didn't think it was gonna stick.

I know.

I'm sorry about the e-mail. I-I should have called.

But, come on, let's face it.

You know, BlueBell was like

just a rest stop on the way to reality.

I met someone.

Someone that I can see spending the rest of my life with.

That's great news.

I know things here were...

Tumultuous? Trying? Triangular?

All of the above.

I'm happy for you. Thank you.

Mayor Hayes, no big deal-- the town's going down in flames,

but by all means, keep gossiping like a beauty parlor lady.

Sorry, Z, I got to go.

I'm-I'm glad you're here.