Hidden Palms

Johnny Miller:
[talking with Cliff about Greta] Really? Because cold arrived when you did.

Jesse Jo:
Not everybody's doing the vodka shuffle!

Nikki:
Not all of us are dealing with our demons, Johnny. Some of us are the demons.

Helen Witter:
I'm overly protective of our little community. It only takes one wrong element.

Blair Meadows:
[to Karen] I'm the mayor's wife. She can't touch me.

Helen Witter:
Yes you are. His third wife... [to Karen] I'm waiting for the fourth.

Nina Carter:
Hi Helen, what's all this?

Helen Witter:
It appears the property line, that we thought was the property line, isn't really the property line!

Nina Carter:
Really?

Helen Witter:
I was shocked too.

Johnny Miller:
I mean, he did kill himself. That kind of hits close to home. Wonder why he did it?

Nikki Barnes:
Is that blood on the ceiling?

Johnny Miller:
They painted the room, Nik. Why would someone send me a dead guy's blog?

Nikki Barnes:
Go to his web page. Check out his buddy list.

Johnny Miller:
I did. It was shut down a month after he died. Someone sent me an archive clip.

Nikki Barnes:
My money is on neighbor boy.

Johnny Miller:
Why would Cliff do that?

Nikki Barnes:
You're cute, but naive. Here's the deal: Cliff's obsessed with blond chick, always has been. Never had her because of Eddie. Now Eddie's gone, and you're here taking over. It's giving him a rash.

Johnny Miller:
You got all that? You met them once and you were drunk.

Nikki Barnes:
You're buddy Cliff isn't hard to read. He's playing with you. He's screwing with your head. He's a crafty one. Dark. Dangerous. Kind of hot, actually.

Johnny Miller:
Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense. If Cliff wanted me to stay away from Greta, why wouldn't he just say so? He usually gets the point.

Nikki Barnes:
Because not everyone is dealing with their demons, Johnny. Some of us are the demons.