Marty Emerson/Dialogues

This page lists the dialogue lines for Marty Emerson.

Tara: Nice to meet you, um, Mr. Memerson.
Marty: Please. Just call me Marty. I want you to know that the ranch you helped rebuild is in good hands.
Tara: I didn’t really…
Marty: I’ve graduated with honors from the top national course in animal husbandry! Is that… can we still call it that? I mean, you’re a farmer too, and you’re a girl! Maybe it should be animal spousedry.
Tara: I don’t think…
Marty: This is already more complicated than I thought!
Tara: Is it, though?
 Otto tells me you're also new to Fairhaven. Did the get-back-to-the-land bug bite you, too?
Tara: Well… not like it bit you. I mostly came to take care of my grandmother.
 Say, the Wylde farm is on a gorgeous plot of land! How long's it been in the family?
Tara: We've had it for… huh, I'm just realizing I don't know. Long story, but there was a family falling-out. I'm still learning a ton about this place.
Marty: Well, that farmhouse is a stunner. Great bones.
 Tara: So what'd you do before you switched up careers?
 Hey, make sure to follow my PicstaTwit account! I post animal photos every day.
Tara: Gonna become a PicstaTwit influencer, huh?
 Tara: Do you have any family back in the city, Marty?
Marty: Not anymore. I used to work with my dad, but he moved. We're… not really in touch these days.
 Parker came by the other day to see if I needed directions to his workshop. What a nice guy! I wish he was my neighbor instead of Thomas…

 Real nice weather, huh? I should snap a pic, text it to Dad. You don't have to run off to The Bahamas just to get some sunshine…
Tara: What?
 I've already gotten a hundred more followers on my social accounts since I moved here!
Tara: Wow, that's… great?
 Chickens can't blow away in the wind, right?
 Do you think I could take some of the chicks into the onsen for a photo op?
 I asked Giva if she'd get drinks with me. And she said she didn't drink. So I asked if she wanted to get coffee instead. And she said she didn't drink coffee.
Tara: Don't tell me you didn't get the hint!
 I think my neighbor may be the one who keeps trying to "liberate" my cows.
Tara: Who, Thomas?
Marty: Yeah. I know they're not just escaping my fences on their own. They're the best fences, according to "Modern Farmer Magazine!"
Tara: Have you tried talking to him?
 So, are you staying on now? If you're selling the farm, I might know an interested buyer.
Tara: ….
Marty: Too soon?
 Summer is the worst. There are so many mosquitos, and they all live inside my house.

Marty: I didn't either, until I moved here! I guess I'm just an ideas guy, what can I say?
Tara: Must be all that time consulting.
 Tara: If you win the election, will you move out of the ranch?
Marty: Isn't it tradition for the mayor to live in the mayor's mansion?
Tara: Yes, but the animals…
 I keep trying to lure that black cat into my barn. I could use a good mouser. But it turns up its nose at fresh milk! What's it going to take? Filet mignon?
 Have you ever heard what I can only describe as 'blood-chilling screams' late at night? I hope I'm dreaming. Otherwise… maybe there really is something going on here.
Tara: Uh… try not to worry about it too much.
 That wedding sure was refreshing! The last wedding I went to was my dad's. He was marrying his fifth wife. They had a champagne luge. It was tacky.
 Why didn't Natalia accuse Shelby of being a witch? He's the weird guy who actually lives out in the woods.
Tara: I thought you wanted to be one with nature, too?
Marty: Uh… by 'weird' I meant 'commendable.'

Tara: No, um, I don't think there's ever been one here before. At least not for a long time.
 I offered to help Sophia find a buyer for her place, if she decides she wants to move. I still have some real estate contacts back in the city. If you… ever wanted to sell your farm, I could help you with that too.
Tara: I'm not moving anywhere, Marty.
 Did you get your secret gift yet? Mine was from Cameron. You'll never guess what he gave me.
Tara: A copy of The Book of the Mind?
Marty: Ding ding ding! Can't complain. The pages shred up nicely for my nest boxes.
Tara: Marty!
 Now I see why my father always lives close to a private airstrip. Sometimes you gotta be able to make a quick exit.
Tara: What?
 Saw your new greenhouse. [Whistles] That's nice! Might ask Parker to build me one.
Tara: But… you don't plant crops, Marty.
 I may have only made caramel milk for the feast… but really, Kim couldn't have made their roast if I hadn't moved to the island. So when you think about it, I'm the one who made the Winter Feast possible.
Tara: Yes, that was very… generous of you.
 Tara: Um… congrats on your acquittal, Marty.
 Tara: So… you were trying to buy out Thomas's farm, and mine too, huh? Did you really think you would be able to get ALL of us to leave the island?
Marty: Kinda! Especially once these witch trials started. I mean, I didn't plan for that to happen, but it seemed like this place might clear out quickly once they got going!
Tara: That's really messed up.
 I don't mind the cold. Frozen poop makes less of a mess when you step in it, at least.
 Tara: Any luck with your wolf search, Marty?
 Cameron really seemed upset at Giva's trial. I guess he didn't expect his Malcontent nonsense to ensnare one of his friends. Maybe now he'll stop.

 There was a woman with wings there that night at the mayor's mansion, right? You saw her too?
Tara: Oh, Marty. I can't really talk about that.
 Ahhhh-chooo! Hey, you're a witch right?
Tara: Uh-huh.
Marty: Got any potions that cure hay-fever?
Tara: Fraid not.
 Tara: Come here a lot, Marty?
Marty: Yes, well, you don't ever really have to learn to cook when you live in the city, am I right? Plus, Sophia's really nice. Thomas seems to think so too, though. See him 'round here all the time.