ATWT Transcript Friday 11/9/01

 


As The World Turns Transcript Friday 11/9/01

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Craig: You're breaking what's left of me.

Carly: I think I should leave something to the imagination.

Craig: I can imagine all this dropping gently to the floor.

Carly: While we're downstairs having dinner? That would give them something to talk about, wouldn't it?

Craig: We'd get a waiter fast.

Carly: And we'd ruin what's left of our reputations.

Craig: What is left?

Carly: If you would like to dine au natural, be my guest. I would like to look respectable.

Craig: Respectable? For me? Thank you, Carly, I appreciate that. But - I am mourning my son, not my life. And Bryant - he wouldn't want that. He loved life in spite of everything - and his old man.

Carly: Yeah, he did.

Craig: Let's go eat.

Rose: You want to get lucky?

Paul: Don't tease me. You're not - you're not teasing?

Rose: No. I'm not. So if you can get the room at the Lakeview - we can make a night of it - an all night of it. You've been taking your vitamins, right?

Paul: Okay. Okay, we'll start all over. Tonight, the other night didn't even happen.

Rose: What night? What night?

Paul: There you go. Okay, we'll start at the Lakeview. And then, we'll - okay - um - first I got to make a call.

Rose: Now? No you don't. No call.

Paul: I have to, my mother can't sleep if she doesn't know where I am. And I don't want her to worry, Rose.

Rose: She's not going to worry. Because I talked to her.

Paul: What?

Rose: Yeah, I went to see her. And I told her that we were together, we were seeing each other seriously.

Paul: What happened?

Rose: And I won her blessing.

Paul: How did that go?

Rose: Great. It did. It's great. We understand each other. We're on the same page. You know?

Paul: You mean no lectures about how there's no woman on the face of the earth good enough for her son?

Rose: No, nothing like that, just girl talk. She's too worried about the fashion show. It's good, right? We can focus on each other. Just relax. Okay?

Jennifer: Is it okay that I'm here? I convinced the housekeeper to let me wait for you. I know how you are about your privacy.

Barbara: I've been thinking about you ever since Bryant's funeral. Are you better?

Jennifer: I just needed to see you. I have something to tell you - something important.

Barbara: Oh, I hope it's good news. I could use some.

Jennifer: Well, it's the best thing that's happened to me in awhile.

Barbara: What is it?

Jennifer: The new Barbara Ryan Original has been chosen.

Barbara: What are you talking about?

Jennifer: The model, that, that will represent B.R.O. in the fashion show in New York and in all the ads and everything else.

Barbara: What ads? Paul didn't say anything to me about choosing a new signature model.

Jennifer: Oh, well, I guess it was the publicist's idea. He was the one who organized the whole thing.

Barbara: Organized what?

Jennifer: Anyway, there - there was a casting call today at Java underground, and all these models showed up.

Barbara: Who was there? Who did the interviews?

Jennifer: Paul and the publicist.

Barbara: I don't even know anything about a new publicist. How could Paul be keeping this from me?

Jennifer: Maybe he just didn't want to bother you with it.

Barbara: Bother me? Bother me? It's my company. No decision is made without my okay. And now they've chosen - they've chosen the Barbara Ryan what?

Jennifer: The Barbara Ryan Original.

Barbara: Original what?

Jennifer: I don't know, Mom.

Barbara: Exactly. It's a publicity stunt. Paul doesn't know anything about publicity. It's not his area. Now he's been strong-armed into some campaign, and they've chosen some girl! Who did they choose? What is he doing?! I've got to talk to him right now!

Jennifer: Mom, wait, please? The girl they chose - it's me.

Barbara: They chose you to be the B.R.O. Signature model?

Jennifer: Well, yeah. Well, it sort of happened by accident. I went down to Java underground to see Bonnie -

Barbara: Bonnie who?

Jennifer: Bonnie McKechnie, Jessica Griffin's daughter. Well, she's back in town, and she's working there. Only, she's miserable there. So she was thinking about trying out for the B.R.O. show.

Barbara: I remember her as a skinny little kid with braces.

Jennifer: Yeah, but you should see her now, Mom. She is so gorgeous.

Barbara: I can't believe they were auditioning models, and no one told me about it.

Jennifer: Maybe it was better you weren't there. It was crazy. All these models flew in from everywhere. And then, most of them were pretty, but really nothing special. And even Bonnie thought so. And that's how she got me to try out for the show. And - and I did. But, you know, I was really nervous, of course, even though it was just Paul and the publicity guy. But then, when they said that I had gotten it, Mom, that I was going to be the new face of B.R.O., I couldn't believe it.

Barbara: I'm sure.

Jennifer: Look, I know that this is a great honor and a big responsibility, but - and I know that some people may say that it's nepotism or whatever because I'm your daughter. But everyone else thinks it'll work in our favor.

Barbara: Maybe it will.

Jennifer: I know I can do this, Mom. And it'll be good for B.R.O. and good for me, too. The timing could not be better. In fact, it's great.

Barbara: Great?

Jennifer: Yeah. Everything in my life lately has been so awful, so sad and confusing.

Barbara: Since Bryant died.

Jennifer: I miss him more than I ever thought I would.

Barbara: You were together a long time.

Jennifer: I just need something happy in my life, Mom, something to look forward to. And now, I have it. I thought you'd be happy for me, but you're not, are you?

Barbara: You know how I feel about a modeling career. We have been down this road before, Jennifer.

Jennifer: But I'm older now, Mom. I can handle this.

Barbara: You could do anything. You could choose anything. Why a career that's over before it gets started? That steals your innocence, and your beauty, and gives you nothing of value in return. Most girls never recover from it.

Jennifer: Paul won't let that happen to me, Mom.

Barbara: Paul? Paul. I can't believe he didn't tell me about this. I feel as if there's no one I can trust.

Jennifer: Then trust me. You know, maybe Paul just didn't think it was such a big deal.

Barbara: The Barbara Ryan Original is a very big deal. I should have known about it.

Jennifer: Um - there's something else that you don't know about. Something I probably should have told you.

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Barbara: What else, Jennifer? What else have you been keeping from me?

Jennifer: I couldn't tell you, because -

Barbara: Why are you and Paul keeping secrets from me? I don't understand.

Jennifer: It's not "me and Paul."

Barbara: If he thinks he can keep me out of the loop on this, I'll cancel the whole damned show!

Jennifer: It's not about the show! It's about - Bryant and Craig actually.

Barbara: Craig?

Jennifer: Do you remember the money that Craig stole from you?

Barbara: Every time I look in the mirror. What about it?

Jennifer: I got it back.

Barbara: Honey, it was millions of dollars. How could you get it back?

Jennifer: Well, Craig stole from the B.R.O. account so he could pay back the money he had stolen from Bryant's trust fund, right?

Barbara: Right. And now, that Bryant's gone, I'm sure that Craig will want to get all over that trust fund again.

Jennifer: Yeah, well, he won't be getting it.

Barbara: And why do you think so?

Jennifer: The night Bryant died, he left this in the mailbox.

Barbara: What is this?

Jennifer: Well - it's Bryant's trust fund agreement. He signed it over to me.

Barbara: His trust fund? Why would he do such a thing?

Jennifer: There's a letter inside that explains everything. He said that he knew that I never approved of him having that trust fund.

Barbara: I don't understand. Why not?

Jennifer: Because it was your money. Do you honestly think I could live under the same roof as Bryant knowing that he was paying his bills with money that had been stolen from you, Mom?

Barbara: Jen -

Jennifer: That's why we broke up. He told me he'd refused to take that thing and had gotten a job instead. But - it was all a lie.

Barbara: You never told me.

Jennifer: I never really got the chance. It all happened after the accident. So -

Barbara: I'm sorry, I should have been there for you.

Jennifer: I wish you had been.

Barbara: I still don't understand why Bryant would give you his trust.

Jennifer: Well, maybe he was just sick of -

Barbara: Sick of what?

Jennifer: I don't know, um - thinking about the money all the time and feeling guilty because he really didn't want to give it up?

Barbara: I'm sure he didn't want to give you up, either.

Jennifer: Well, most of all, he signed that trust over to me because he didn't want his father to get his paws on it again.

Barbara: Craig was trying to get at his trust again?

Jennifer: It's all in Bryant's letter.

Barbara: I see. And so, Bryant signed his trust over to you on the very night that he died. How very interesting - and very tragic. And you are a wealthy young woman.

Jennifer: No, I'm not.

Barbara: Well, you certainly don't have to model for a living anymore.

Jennifer: Yeah, I will. Because I'm giving that back to you, Mom. That's all I've wanted to do for a very long time. And now - now, I can.

Waiter: May I take your order?

Paul: Yeah, we'll have the crystal.

Waiter: The crystal? Yes, sir.

Rose: The crystal? Very fancy-shmancy. I thought those eyeballs were going to pop out of his head to the olive plate.

Paul: Well, wait till you taste it. It's exactly what you always imagine champagne should taste like but almost never does.

Rose: Only the best for Rose D'Angelo.

Paul: That's right. Okay, what are you thinking?

Rose: Thinking about my junior high school play.

Paul: Really?

Rose: Yeah. You remind me of my pop.

Paul: Your pop?

Rose: I mean - because he always made me feel like a star - the best, no matter how much I messed up, especially the first time I went out on stage. I looked down, I saw all these people in the audience.

Paul: And you forgot your lines?

Rose: I forgot my name. I forgot the century we were in. I forgot the play. I forgot my dance routine. I forgot my lines, all eight of 'em.

Paul: It's hard to imagine you without - with stage fright.

Rose: Yeah. Second worst moment of my life.

Paul: You having a little stage fright right now, Rose?

Rose: A little.

Paul: I'll cue you, okay? But I don't think you're going to forget your lines tonight.

Rose: I thought I'd messed up with you, here we are.

Paul: You're a fighter, Rose. And I admire that so much about you. You know, you get knocked down, you pick yourself back up, and you keep on swinging. It's a gift.

Rose: You're my gift, best gift I ever got. I can't believe you're here with me, even after what I told you about myself.

Paul: And the same goes for you.

Rose: But if we can be honest with each other like this, I mean, we have a real chance. I think I need to pinch myself.

Paul: Allow me.

Craig: Hello.

Carly: Hello, Paul. Hello, Rose.

Rose: Hello.

Craig: Max, no other table?

Maitre d': No, I'm sorry, sir. We're totally booked.

Craig: Really? Well, what interesting geometry. You, me, Rosie, Paulie. Huh?

Rose: I'm going to go powder my nose.

Craig: Does she know?

Carly: Does she know what?

Craig: About you two.

Paul: Are you trying to be funny?

Craig: No, I'm trying to help, 'cause this lack of eye contact between you and Carly doesn't fool anybody.

Paul: Say what's on your mind, Craig?

Craig: Have you told Rosie you two are working together behind Barbara's back?

Barbara: Has Craig asked about this?

Jennifer: Doesn't even know about it, I didn't tell him. Bryant certainly didn't get the chance.

Barbara: Have you told anyone?

Jennifer: Just Bonnie, Abigail. But they won't tell anyone.

Barbara: Please don't tell anyone else.

Jennifer: Does this mean that you'll take it?

Barbara: Jennifer, we don't even know if this is legal. We don't know if Bryant had the right to sign away his trust fund. Only a lawyer could tell me that.

Jennifer: Well, you'd better find it out before daddy dearest comes looking for it.

Barbara: Why? Has he been asking about it?

Jennifer: No. But he was trying to get Bryant to sign it over to him the night he died.

Barbara: I see.

Jennifer: Yeah, Craig went out to the cottage that night to ask Bryant if he could borrow from his trust fund. He even brought the papers for him to sign.

Barbara: And instead, Bryant signed his trust over to you.

Jennifer: Craig will be furious. I'm glad I don't have to deal with him. I'm sorry you will.

Barbara: I can handle Craig. Thank you.

Jennifer: I'm glad it worked out this way. You have your money back. And I can start to forget about the past few months.

Barbara: You know why you're so beautiful? Because you're beautiful on the inside.

Jennifer: I've done some things I'm not so proud of, Mom.

Barbara: Oh, you're too young to have any regrets. Besides, I won't allow it. Regrets create lines on the face. And you can have none. You are the Barbara Ryan Original.

Jennifer: Thank you, Mom.

Barbara: You take care of yourself. I love you.

Jennifer: Bye, Mom. Love you, too.

Barbara: "Dear, Jen -" oh, Craig, do I have news for you.

Carly: That's it, I'm going to go. Do you want this dinner date to continue?

Craig: At least till dessert.

Carly: Then stop it.

Paul: I warned you about him.

Carly: Will you drop it, Paul, please?

Craig: Drop what? More secrets?

Paul: Look, Craig, I know you're going through a very painful time right now. And I'm sincerely sorry for your loss.

Craig: Thank you.

Paul: And I know people grieve in different ways. But I'm not going to sit here quietly and let you embarrass me in front of Rose.

Carly: Good. Then let's just stop all this chatter between tables.

Craig: Yeah, we wouldn't want to offend Rosie, would we?

Carly: There's got to be another table here, somewhere.

Rose: Try Mabel's.

Craig: And miss the innuendoes?

Rose: Ah.

Carly: Sit.

Paul: Just ignore him.

Rose: Yeah. You know, you know what, I'm not going to let a rat like him ruin the first night of our future together.

Paul: Well, sounds like a toast. To our beautiful future.

Rose: I'll say one more thing, and then I promise nothing else.

Paul: What?

Rose: Even Craig - even a guy like that - might have one standard left. What could he possibly see in a tramp like Carly Tenney?

Craig: Chateauneuf de pape.

Waiter: Excellent choice, sir.

Craig: Yeah?

Waiter: Mm-hmm.

Craig: Something you like?

Carly: Your head on a platter?

Craig: Do I make you uncomfortable? But Paul is so reassuring, don't you think?

Carly: Enough.

Craig: You brought this on yourself. Carly, you know what's going on with him and his momma. Yet, you put yourself smack dab in the middle.

Carly: I certainly hope you're not trying to tell me what to do. Because if you are, it won't work.

Craig: You've created a problem.

Carly: It is a problem that I will solve without any help from you or Paul Ryan or any other man who thinks women are for pushing around. This is my life, Craig. And if you want any part of it, butt out!

Abigail: Hey, Jen, what happened?

Jennifer: My mother. What else?

Abigail: Tell me about it. Molly's driving me completely nuts.

Jennifer: No way. Molly?

Abigail: She's treating me like one of the twins. "Where are you going? Who are you seeing?" I'm a freshman in college. If I'd gone away to school, she wouldn't know who I was with or what I was doing, right? What? What?

Jennifer: No, it just must be such a drag, you know, having your mom care. Have you ordered?

Abigail: What is it?

Jennifer: I went over there because I had some really good news. And, stupid me, I actually thought my mom might give a damn.

Abigail: What was it?

Jennifer: My brother wants to hire me for this major modeling job at B.R.O. I'll be in the fashion show in New York and all the ads and everything.

Abigail: Oh, Jen, that's so cool.

Jennifer: Yeah, well, I haven't said yes yet. I wanted to make sure it was okay with my mom. You know how she is about me modeling.

Abigail: Yeah. What'd she say?

Jennifer: Well, she freaked. Oh, but not about me. You know, who cares about me? She was more upset that Paul didn't okay the ad campaign with her first.

Abigail: Didn't she know?

Jennifer: Well, I guess he didn't tell her because of how she's been lately.

Abigail: Oh. Maybe when she calms down -

Jennifer: Yeah, and when will - will that be in my lifetime?

Abigail: Sorry, sorry. Look, it's still great news. And I think you should do it. It would be the perfect job for you right now. It would totally take your mind off of things.

Jennifer: Yeah, that's what I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen.

Abigail: I know how it is. Molly's the same way. You know, I told you about that student film I was doing for my intro to film class? The teacher said that it was the best film in the class. He wants to submit it to the intercollegiate film festival.

Jennifer: Abby, that's amazing!

Abigail: Yeah, I think so, too. But I can't tell Molly about it.

Jennifer: Why not?

Abigail: Because Nick Scudder helped me on it, and she doesn't like him very much.

Jennifer: Why not?

Abigail: I don't really know. Maybe because he's older and he was in jail once.

Jennifer: For what?

Abigail: I don't really know, but you know what? He served his time and his life is completely turned around. He's all about helping people now. He's become like a mentor to me. He got this footage from work, this archive stuff that just made the film so amazing.

Jennifer: So just because he's a few years older and he's done some jail time he's automatically the big bad wolf?

Abigail: Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Jennifer: So you think he's cute?

Abigail: No! I - no!

Jennifer: Uh-huh.

Abigail: You know, objectively, he's attractive, but I don't think of him that way.

Jennifer: I was just asking.

Abigail: Molly's mind sure goes there though. She wonders how I can have a relationship with -

Jennifer: Wait, a relationship?

Abigail: A partnership - work.

Jennifer: Oh, okay.

Abigail: You know, I really think you should do this modeling job. It's exactly what you need - just to throw yourself into a project.

Jennifer: Yeah, that's exactly what Bonnie said.

Abigail: I think Bonnie's right. You shouldn't worry about what your mom thinks. You need something to make yourself forget about everything that has gone on in these past few weeks.

Carly: And what are you smiling about? I just handed you your head. You're supposed to be miserable and begging for mercy.

Craig: You defied your boss to be with me.

Carly: Paul is not my boss, and neither are you.

Craig: And yet here you are in a fabulous dress because you want to be with me.

Carly: Of course I want to be with you. I wouldn't be if I didn't.

Craig: Ipso facto, hallelujah.

Rose: I think the bubbles for the champagne have really cleared my head up because I just had a fantastic idea.

Paul: What?

Rose: Room service.

Paul: You read my mind. Check, please.

Carly: I think they're leaving.

Craig: What bliss. Max has an open table, and you're still here with me.

Carly: And don't read too much into this, okay? I like being around you, but it doesn't make us Romeo and Juliet, for crying out loud.

Craig: No. Okay. Still, I could be very alone now, and I'm not. So, whatever this is, wherever it goes, I won't forget it.

Rose: Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Paul: What?

Rose: Your mom is here, and she looks like she's on a mission.

Carly: Brace yourself. Barbara's here, and she doesn't look very happy.

Craig: Grimmer than usual. Could she have discovered that Paul is substituting your designs for hers?

Carly: Don't you dare.

Paul: Mom, what are you doing here?

Barbara: Is that any way to greet your mother?

Paul: Well, why don't we go in the lobby?

Barbara: Oh, no, I don't want to interrupt your evening with Miss D'Angelo, but if you want to talk, I'll wait up for you. Oh, they make such a lovely couple. It makes you wonder why they perjured themselves. It's obvious they've been lovers for some time.

[Barbara clears her throat] I want to talk to you - privately.

Craig: We have nothing to talk about.

Barbara: As usual, Craig, wrong.

Craig: We can talk upstairs.

Carly: What's going on?

Craig: I'll be right back.

Rose: Craig and Barbara? Wow. That's interesting. She must be up to something.

Paul: Well, whatever it is, it has nothing to do with us.

Rose: Good. I thought our evening would be interrupted.

Paul: Oh, no, not a chance. But if you could, could you wait for me upstairs?

Rose: Upstairs?

Paul: Yeah, I booked a room. The key's at the front desk.

Rose: Oh. Well, can't you come with me?

Paul: Yeah, you know, I just - I want to ask Carly what my mother said to Craig.

Rose: You think she's going to tell you?

Paul: I can try. Rose, nothing is going to ruin this night. I promise.

Rose: Okay.

Paul: What was all that about?

Carly: I don't know. Barbara came in, she showed Craig some papers and off they went.

Paul: I thought Jennifer might have told her we weren't using her designs.

Carly: So she would go to Craig? I don't think so.

Paul: Maybe it was just some problem with the divorce.

Carly: Right, probably. Hey, did you happen to grab that dress that I left at Java underground?

Paul: What dress?

Carly: The sample that I brought. We need that back.

Paul: No, no. You mean the one you were going to try on the models? No, I didn't -

Carly: Yes, that's the one, Paul. We need it back.

Paul: All right. Well, I'll call Java underground and get somebody to put it away for us.

Carly: Okay. And, Paul, I want you to know that I didn't tell Craig about what we're doing.

Paul: What, he guessed?

Carly: He kept asking, and I kept denying. But he found out somehow, but it wasn't from me. And now he's upstairs with Barbara.

Paul: I haven't told Rose, either, for her own protection. I hope this wasn't a mistake.

Carly: Don't say that.

Paul: Okay, just breathe. We go to New York the day after tomorrow. It's just one more day.

Bellman: The small key opens the mini bar. Videos can be ordered from the concierge.

Rose: Thank you. But I've been here before. I know the drill.

Bellman: Welcome back.

Rose: Uh-huh. Oh, please, please, mother Ryan, please don't ruin it this time. Please let tonight work out.

Barbara: Do you remember the last time I was in this room?

Craig: I'd rather forget.

Barbara: It was the day I told you that I knew that you'd been stealing from me, conning me from day one.

Craig: What do you want, Barbara?

Barbara: I walked out on you that day. And nothing's really changed. It almost looks the same. If only I did.

Craig: Barbara, I have a date and a dinner waiting downstairs for me. I'm eager to get back to them both. What do you want?

Barbara: I'm sure you remember this, Craig. You gave this to Bryant the night of the accident.

Craig: How did you get Bryant's trust fund papers?

Barbara: If you notice, you'll see that Bryant signed his trust over to Jennifer just before he died.

Craig: He did what?

Barbara: And my daughter, Jennifer, realizing that it was actually the money that you had stolen from me, rightfully handed it back.

Craig: And she signed Bryant's money over to you?

Barbara: Bingo. I'll be taking this to my attorney first thing in the morning.

Craig: You have no right to that money, Barbara.

Barbara: It's a signed and dated document.

Craig: The signature means nothing. That money was left in trust for Bryant.

Barbara: And Bryant was of age. He had the right to dispose of his estate any way he saw fit.

Craig: The signature could be forged. Jennifer could have manipulated him.

Barbara: You think so?

Craig: He wanted me to use that money, Barbara.

Barbara: Wrong again, Craig. Bryant stated very clearly what he wanted and why.

Billy: Hey, Abigail.

Abigail: Hey, Billy.

Billy: How's it going, Jen?

Jennifer: I thought you'd have left town by now.

Billy: Well, some stuff came up.

Abigail: Like what?

Billy: I got a job helping a carpenter build some stuff for the fashion show.

Jennifer: Wait, the B.R.O. show in New York?

Billy: Yeah. How'd you know?

Abigail: Jen's a model in that show.

Billy: Oh, cool. Are you going?

Abigail: No.

Billy: Well, good luck, Jen.

Jennifer: "Good luck"? Are you kidding me?

Billy: What did I say?

Jennifer: Say? Nothing. All right, absolutely nothing. So just go.

Billy: No, I don't understand. Why can't we just talk to each other?

Jennifer: Well, maybe you can, all right? But I can't sit here and chit chat like we never meant anything to each other!

Paul: No one can find the dress, Carly.

Carly: Well, maybe Bonnie took it or one of the models.

Paul: Okay, if you want to track it down, be my guest. But I don't have the time.

Carly: Rose, huh?

Paul: Yeah, she's upstairs waiting and I'm not going to disappoint her.

Barbara: It's only a copy.

Craig: You got what you came for, Barbara. Good-bye.

Barbara: I think Bryant was very clear about his wishes, wasn't he? I'd say that he wanted anyone but you to have that money. And the phone call that he made just before he died, I don't think he needed help from his dear, devoted dad. I think your son needed to tell you how much he loathed you. Think of it, Craig. He gave away a fortune just to spite you.

Craig: Good-bye, Barbara!

Barbara: You think you can con everyone, don't you? Even your children. Well, you know what? Children can see right through us. They're instinctive. They know who's honest and who loves them. And Bryant was on to you.

Craig: Are you having fun?

Barbara: Oh, yes, I am.

Craig: While you can then. It's later than you think.

Barbara: I'd say it's a little too late for empty threats.

Craig: I don't make empty threats.

Barbara: Meaning?

Craig: You can find out on your own.

Barbara: You think you know something, but you know nothing. You're just trying to con me again.

Carly: Are we going to have dinner, or should I go home and order a pizza?

Craig: She's leaving.

Barbara: You deserve each other.

Billy: Wait. I didn't mean to make her upset. I just wanted to say hi.

Abigail: You know, what is with you guys? You break up with a girl and still expect her to be your friend?

Billy: Wait, you think this is easy for me?

Abigail: Yeah, you sure make it look easy.

Billy: Oh, so just because you're Jennifer's friend, you automatically hate me?

Abigail: I don't hate you.

Billy: Well, you sure make it look like you hate me.

Abigail: Look, I didn't like you very much when you and Jen were seeing each other behind Bryant's back.

Billy: Abigail, you can't help who you fall in love with.

Abigail: Or think you fall in love with.

Billy: Look, don't try to tell me how I feel, okay? You don't know.

Abigail: You love her.

Billy: Yes. But Bryant was my cousin, okay? He was my friend. And I put him in a lousy position and I didn't have a chance to make it right, okay?

Abigail: Well, you think you can do that by pushing Jennifer away? It's too late to make it up to Bryant. What's the point?

Billy: I'm not trying to push her away. I'm trying to stay connected the only way I know how.

Abigail: Yeah, a safe way.

Billy: And what's wrong with that?

Abigail: Nothing, except feelings aren't safe. Even Bryant saw what you had with Jen. He saw it was special. Why do you think he got so upset? He saw that what you had with her was something he was never going to have. So it seems kind of stupid to me just to throw that away.

Billy: Yeah, well, I have to think about that.

Abigail: Yeah, well, good luck.

Rose: I didn't hear you come in.

Paul: You look so beautiful.

Rose: I brought a little overnight bag just in case.

Paul: I didn't bring a thing.

Rose: Oh, well, that's okay. You come equipped.

Paul: Do you have any idea how bad I want you right now?

Rose: I'm getting that idea.

Paul: Well, much more than that.

Rose: Yeah?

Paul: Mm-hmm.

Rose: What's so special about little ol' me?

Paul: Your wicked sense of humor, courage, honesty. Your eyes when you're about to cry. When you laugh - your smell - your skin.

Rose: You know what? This is so great and everything, but if you don't kiss me right now, I'm going to faint.

Carly: She said something terrible to you, didn't she?

Craig: She always does. I'm okay.

Carly: No, you're not. What did she say?. What were those papers?

Craig: Do me a favor, would you?

Carly: Anything.

Craig: I want you to go home and pay the babysitter, send her home. And if Parker's still asleep, I want you to kiss him and let him know you're home and you love him.

Carly: He knows that, Craig.

Craig: Well, just make sure. Because some day, it may be too late.

Carly: Why don't you let me stay with you?

Craig: No, no. I'll call you. Just promise me you won't ever take a moment with your son for granted.

Carly: I promise.

Craig: Good. Thank you.

[Door closes]

Barbara: Paul?! What is this? There's no label. This is a sample. But this isn't mine. I didn't design this.

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