ATWT Transcript Friday 12/7/01


As The World Turns Transcript Friday 12/7/01

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Bonnie: Yes. Yes, I know you book really, really far in advance, but you don't understand. It's for a really, really good cause, and -- yes, I know that they're all good causes, but if you could just ask her, then -- hello. Just -- well, tell Macy that I went to school with her sister.

Isaac: Is that Macy Gray's agent?

Bonnie: Okay. Yes, well, tell her Bonnie said hi. Okay, great. Bye.

Isaac: What'd he say?

Bonnie: She said that she'd get back to me.

Isaac: With a time, a date?

Bonnie: With an "is she even available?"

Isaac: Well, a man can dream, can't he? I mean, Macy Gray at my club -- the line snaking' around the block.

Bonnie: Isaac, look, just because I know these people and have connections with them doesn't mean that they aren't necessarily already booked.

Isaac: Oh, so you'll get a better name. It's all right, relax. I have total faith in you.

Rose: Ms. Walsh? You're not gonna believe it. What --

Paul: Hey!

Rose: Paul Ryan! How'd you know I wanted to see you?

Paul: Telepathy.

Rose: Telepathy. What am I thinking now?

Paul: You want to have dinner?

Rose: Yeah. And, after that --

Paul: And then?

Lucinda: Finished already, Rose? Oh! Heavens. Rose, was that you bellowing my name? Darling, this is an office.

Rose: Yeah. Sorry. Good news! Webster went for it.

Lucinda: The acquisition?

Rose: Yes, he did. Even gonna throw that warehouse in by the interstate.

Lucinda: Good girl. That's my girl. Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em.

Rose: Your girl's going to dinner with her guy. So if you need anything else, call me at my cell.

Lucinda: Wait a minute. Wait a moment. Wait a minute. He wants -- he wants 10% of Cavanaugh mutual?

Rose: Yeah, we're dumping that loser anyway, aren't we?

Lucinda: Oh, sure we're dumping that loser, sure we are, but Cavanaugh has to agree.

Rose: He'll agree.

Lucinda: You'll have to make the phone call.

Rose: I will, okay?

Lucinda: Now.

Rose: See what I have to deal with?

Paul: You're made for each other.

Rose: Yes, we are. See what he says? "Made for each other." He's on your side. One phone call, okay? I promise, one phone call. Oh. Okay. Someone's in love. You holding out on me, Ms. Walsh?

Lucinda: The roses? No, darling, those are for you.

Rose: Me? Did you buy out half the greenhouse?

Paul: Not this time, no.

Lucinda: Rose, you have another admirer. Check out the card.

Rose: Ah. Must be Webster. Very grateful, he was.

Carly: Have you seen my slip?

Craig: Yes, and you in it. Imagine what you and I and that slip of silk could accomplish in a decent suite at the Georges Cinq.

Carly: Georges Cinq. It's just a hotel, Craig. And I don't even want to talk about it, because the answer is no. You are not coming to Paris with me, n-o.

Craig: Fine, I'll beat you there. I'll take the Concorde, meet you at the airport.

Carly: Why?

Craig: So I can see these dreams of yours come true, Carly.

Carly: From where? The Eiffel Tower? It's called stalking, Craig.

Craig: No, no, no, not in Paris. In Paris it's called --

[speaking French] huh?

Carly: I give up.

Craig: You'll let me come with you? I'll buy you a new slip. If you promise to wear it on the airplane -- so I can see it, beckoning at me from just above your knee.

Carly: Now, how am I supposed to get any work done with you frothing at the mouth?

Craig: Well, from 9:00 to 5:00, I'll be a saint. No impure thoughts. I'll just be thinking of food and ladies' clothing.

Carly: Some saint.

Craig: But after hours when you need relaxing, I will be there with a massage of love -- encouraging you, feeding you, that kind of thing.

Carly: Craig, don't you have a life to live? Money to make? A child to look after?

Craig: Lucy's back in school, we talk every day. The business, just -- you need a laptop and a cell phone. And my life -- this year -- well, you know. The trial, losing Bryant. And then there was you, Carly, standing by me, supporting me. You know? I'm not gonna let this friendship, relationship, whatever you call it -- it means too much to me, I'm not gonna let it go.

Carly: Okay.

Craig: Okay?

Carly: Okay. You can come with me. And can I have my slip?

Craig: Thank you.

Carly: But -- I'm warning you. The very first time that you misbehave --

Craig: Define "misbehave."

Carly: Getting in the way of my work, trying to "help," inserting yourself where you don't belong --

Craig: I thought we agreed where I belong.

Carly: Well, you're right, sometimes I do need you. And sometimes I don't.

Craig: Well, we won't have any of those times.

Carly: We won't have any times if I don't go. I have to get Parker squared away.

Craig: Ah, yes, well, you call Hal. I'll make reservations.

Carly: This is really happening.

Craig: You scared?

Carly: Well -- of what? Just meeting one of the world's most famous designers and maybe working with him?

Craig: He's already knocked out by you, by your creativity, your style, your reputation --

Carly: My reputation? Ha!

Craig: Yes, your reputation. After New York, Carly Tenney means fashion. Huh? What was that for?

Carly: Everything. I got to go.

Craig: Ah, Paris, here we come.

Barbara: "I'm not your enemy, Carly." "Carly, I'm not your enemy." And she'll believe me.

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Simon: Excuse me. How you doing? I was wondering if I could just get a --

Bonnie: Wait. You're Australian?

Simon: Uh, yeah. Yeah, last time I checked.

Bonnie: Tell me you're related to Mel Gibson or Russell Crowe, please.

Simon: Yeah, we're all related down there, it's very inbred. Look, can I just get a table, possibly?

Bonnie: Help yourself.

Simon: Thank you. Oh, listen, listen, I know this sounds really odd --

Bonnie: I doubt it, but what do you need?

Simon: But if a woman -- blonde, pretty, petite, gorgeous, actually -- if she comes in here wearing a wedding dress --

Bonnie: You're expecting a bride?

Simon: It's a distinct possibility. But if she comes in here wearing a wedding dress, could you just stash her away somewhere and let me know right away?

Bonnie: Sure, stash the bride. Sure.

Simon: Appreciate it, thank you.

Bonnie: No problem.

Craig: We'll need a large suite with several phone lines and a drafting table. Fax me the list, will you? Okay, merci.

Katie: Where are you going?

Craig: Paris. How about you, beige anonymous?

Katie: I'm spying on Simon. I have to figure out what he has planned for our wedding.

Craig: Ah. Still planning on marrying your husband? I thought that after the Ophelia thing and now with the beige thing --

Katie: Yes, we are getting married, and you're giving me away, so you might want to rethink this Paris thing if you know what's good for you.

Craig: Was this wedding supposed to be a surprise?

Katie: It's supposed to be perfect, which is why I have to find out what Simon's doing before he does it and it's wrong.

Craig: I think you ought to have a little faith in your husband.

Katie: Faith? Since when does the master manipulator have faith in anything?

Craig: Well, since Carly left Jack. Since New York was a smash. Since Oakdale lost her and Paris got her.

Katie: Wait a minute -- Carly's moving to Paris?

Craig: With any luck.

Katie: And this makes you happy?

Craig: Oakdale means B.R.O.

Katie: Oh, and B.R.O. means Barbara, who could spill the beans.

Craig: What beans?

Katie: Oh, please. Come on, Craig, I was there. You could have stopped her before she left Oakdale. But it wouldn't have been nearly as dramatic as when you saved the day.

Craig: Stop Barbara? I can't even talk to her. But it doesn't matter -- she did her worst, and Carly got what she wanted.

Katie: And so did you.

Craig: You got a problem with that?

Katie: No. No, but Carly might.

Craig: Hey, not since she's going' to Paris.

Katie: You can't go to Paris until you give me away, Craig.

Craig: Well, listen, it better happen in the next 48 hours, 'cause we've got a flight --

Katie: It's gonna happen, I promise. I promise it will. It's just -- you better not leave town before it does, or I'll never forgive you.

Craig: It'll all happen -- Carly, Paris and moi.

Carly: So why can't you sleep?

Hal: Because of Jennifer. I keep thinking about her in Rome with some lowlife in some dive.

Carly: Well, if you're not gonna track her down, Hal, I will.

Hal: While you're in Paris getting famous.

Carly: And you're gonna worry about me, too, aren't you?

Hal: Oh, I always worry about ya, Carls.

Carly: I know. That's why I'm leaving Parker with you. 'Cause I really don't know what's gonna happen there, either. I mean, who knows if this designer's even gonna want to work with me? I could very well be on the next plane right back to Oakdale.

Hal: Not a chance. This is good-bye, and you know it.

Carly: No!

Hal: You're gonna be there for a while.

Carly: Well, a while is a while. A while is not good-bye. And that's why you get Parker. You can have some one-on-one time with him.

Hal: You know, he's really gonna miss you.

Carly: I know. I'm gonna miss him, too. I'm gonna be a wreck without him, frankly. That little face of his, looking up at me. That stupid police car he insists on sleeping with. Oh, that reminds me, you can't let him set off the siren in the middle of the night. I usually take out the batteries when he isn't looking.

Hal: Is he still hung up on Jack?

Carly: He misses him.

Hal: Is he the only one? He's back on the force, you know.

Carly: Yeah. I heard. That's good.

Hal: Why don't you give him a call? Paris is an awfully nice place to fall in love, Carly.

Carly: That's not gonna happen, Hal.

Hal: And why not, Carly? You guys have been on the outs before and made it back around.

Carly: Well, not this time.

Hal: Oh, come on, Carly. You give him half a chance, he'd be on the first plane to France.

Carly: Well, I certainly hope not. I'm going to Paris with Craig.

Lucinda: Whoever sent the flowers is very generous. I'm going into the conference room. Come in and make the phone call before you go.

Rose: Sure.

Paul: "Roses for my Rosie. Remember?" What does this past admirer want you to remember, Rose?

Rose: Nothing'. Just a friend from -- back home. I sent out fliers about my new title, VP. I get e-mails, dozens of 'em. You should see 'em, congratulating me on my new job. Reminds me -- did Carly sign on?

Paul: Nope, she got a better offer. Seems she's heading to Paris to meet with Rimbaud.

Rose: Rambo?

Paul: No. No, sweetheart -- Jean Claude Rimbaud, he's a clothing designer.

Rose: Oh.

Paul: She's headed there to work for a bigger firm than B.R.O. for much more money than we'd ever offer. Unless I can figure out a way to keep her here.

Rose: Well, if that's what you want, then we'll make it happen.

Paul: Yeah. Later -- much later.

Lucinda: Rose! I -- ah. I left a message for Walter Cavanaugh.

Rose: Thank you. Half hour. I need a half hour.

Paul: Okay, I'll be back.

Rose: Your timing stinks. I was kind of in the middle of something right there, you know?

Lucinda: Well, how about your choice of venue? This is my office.

Rose: Sorry.

Lucinda: And dear, lest we forget something, lest we forget, that guy is a Steinbeck.

Rose: You didn't care that he was a Steinbeck when you needed B.R.O.'s vote.

Lucinda: That was before James made his mysterious appearance in town. You still haven't told me who sent you the --

Rose: Oh.

Lucinda: -- Roses.

Rose: You wouldn't like him, either. Not nice.

Lucinda: Well, I'd like anybody at this moment in time who'd tear you away from Paul Steinbeck.

Rose: Ryan, Paul Ryan. No one's taking me away from him, nobody. So just zip it, please. Stop.

Mitzi: Hey. You busy?

Lucinda: Busy? Why would we be busy? This is just the headquarters of an international corporation. Why?

Mitzi: Good. 'Cause I didn't want to interrupt. Hey, you want to go grab a bite to eat? You, too, Ms. Walsh, if you feel like it.

Lucinda: No, thank you, dear. Rose, forget about Cavanaugh and Webster, do it tomorrow. And we'll have a little chat about office visitors, okay? Later.

Mitzi: Later. What's eating her?

Rose: Don't worry, don't worry. I got -- I got -- I got man problems -- big man problems.

Mitzi: Paul Ryan's crazy about you?

Rose: No, look who sent me three dozen roses.

Mitzi: You're complaining'? "Roses for my Rosie," Vince O'Malley? How did he find you? Wait a minute -- and how did he afford three dozen roses? The last time I saw him, he couldn't afford a dead carnation.

Rose: "Roses for my Rosie." He always said that to me, you know?

Mitzi: Don't get soft, Rose.

Rose: Are you kidding me? No. I have cried my last tear over Vince the prince, trust me.

Mitzi: All he ever did was let you down.

Rose: I know that. That's why I closed the chapter on him. I'm writing a new one. With Paul Ryan.

Mitzi: If Vince lets you. You know him, Rose. He puts out, you put out -- or else. Three dozen roses? Trust me. Vince O'Malley is on his way.

Bonnie: You mean to tell me Marc Anthony's booked from now until -- hello?

Hello?! And don't tell me to get back to work. I am working -- on the benefit, on my break.

Isaac: That's cool. You got a minute?

Bonnie: No.

Isaac: I just want to thank you. I see all the things that you're doing, you're working the phones and sketching those ideas for the decorations. And Lisa tells me that you actually had her chef at the Lakeview sit up and beg.

Bonnie: Well, I do have a talent for telling people what to do.

Isaac: Oh, yes, you do. You tell 'em what to do, I tell 'em where they can go. Come on, now, that was a little funny.

Bonnie: Isaac, I don't have time to laugh, okay?

Isaac: Oh. You got to make time to laugh. Like I always say, "don't worry, be enthusiastic."

Bonnie: Isaac, why is this benefit so important to you?

Isaac: It may not seem like much, this place, coming from what you're used to. But if this benefit goes well, it could put Java underground on the map. And I'm not just talking about a night club. I'm talking about the kind of a place that people -- that they travel to, they make time for. Then, with any luck, we'll franchise.

Bonnie: You want to start a chain?

Isaac: Why not? I mean, you get the formula right, you can replicate it anywhere. And with your ideas, the way you see this place -- you've got class, Bonnie. Plus, you've traveled the world.

Bonnie: But you hate that about me.

Isaac: Not since I saw it in action. I mean, this place has definitely cleaned up since you got here.

Bonnie: Yeah, but you don't need me for that. You have Lisa. I mean, she's upscale, and --

Isaac: She's a diva, but you know what young people want. That's worth its weight in gold these days, Bonnie. You're the one. Don't you ever forget it. And your break's over.

Katie: Hide me!

Bonnie: I beg your pardon?

Katie: That's my husband right there, and he cannot know that I'm here right now.

Bonnie: Okay, I know that's not a wedding dress, but --

Katie: The wedding's tonight?

Bonnie: I don't think so.

Katie: Well, good. I mean, I love my husband, but having a guy plan a wedding is just not a good idea.

Bonnie: Bear with me. How can you have a husband when you haven't even had a wedding?

Katie: Well, you see, we had this arrangement --


Bonnie: What? He's meeting somebody?

Katie: Yes. The other woman.

Hal: Are you out of your flipping mind? You're going to Paris with Craig Montgomery?!

Carly: Oh, please. I know how you feel about Craig --

Hal: Going down the block with that sonofa --

Carly: The entire world knows how you feel about Craig.

Hal: But why is that, Carly? I know the guy has been through a hard time, but the man is a menace! Why are you doing this? You don't owe him anything! You just got this great job -- that's why you're doing it -- Montgomery got you this job, didn't he?

Carly: No, he did not. Craig made the introduction, I got myself the job.

Hal: So you're gonna let him call the shots now?

Carly: No! And he couldn't, even if he wanted to. Rimbaud is not intimidated by Craig. He doesn't owe him anything. He's a world-class guy.

Hal: Oh, so Montgomery introduces you to Rimbo out of the goodness of his heart.

Carly: He is not all bad, Hal.

Hal: And so you're taking him along out of what? Out of gratitude, what? Oh, no, Carly, say it isn't so.

Carly: Or what? This from the man who's dating Emily Stewart.

Hal: Emily Stewart is not Craig Montgomery.

Carly: Tell that to Margo Hughes.

Hal: You're really doing this? You're really having a relationship with Craig Montgomery?

Carly: I don't know that I would call it a relationship.

Hal: Well, what would ya call it?

Carly: None of your business.

Hal: Well, I think it is my business, since not ten minutes ago you entrusted me with the care of our son.

Carly: All right. A month ago, Hal, I would've agreed with you. I admit it. But things have changed. Craig has changed. He lost his son. Something like that changes the way you look at the world!

Hal: What, you trust him now?

Carly: No.

Hal: Good, because he is not trustworthy. Look what happened to Barbara.

Carly: He hurt her pride, not her face. You are the one who proved that.

Hal: Getting in bed with a guy and clearing him of attempted murder charges are two different things.

Carly: If you can give the man a chance, why can't I?

[Doorbell] and if that's him, you are to behave yourself.

Hal: Says who?

Carly: Ugh. Oh, Barbara.

Barbara: May I come in? I left my scissors at home, I swear.

Carly: I don't know, Barbara --

Barbara: Hal -- tell her I can behave when I want to.

Hal: Let her in, Carly, I'll protect you.

Hal: No veil. Good for you. How are you?

Barbara: I'm adjusting.

Hal: Good.

Barbara: Actually, that's why I'm here. Carly, you have no reason to trust me, especially after my meltdown in New York. But I am trying to put my life back together before it's too late. And I know I need to start with you. Paul told me that you turned down our offer to join B.R.O.

Carly: That's right. And you're not out celebrating?

Barbara: Far from it. We need you, now more than ever. If only Paul had confided in me the compromising position that I had put B.R.O. in because of my inability to produce as I had in the past -- so what I am trying to determine is if you turned us down because of me. And if you did, if you would reconsider. Carly, I'm not your enemy.

Lily: I'm so sorry that I'm late, but it took a little while to find another bridesmaid.

Simon: So who'd you find? Anyone?

Lily: Okay. Yes, as a matter of fact.

Margo: All right. I will show up for Katie, but I draw the line at aqua taffeta.

Katie: My sister? Oh, this couldn't get any worse if I'd planned it myself.

Bonnie: Margo Hughes is your sister?

Katie: Half sister.

Bonnie: Wait. Wait a minute. I've seen you here before. You were with some guy with a lot of gold chains and a pinky ring. How could I -- you're Katie, aren't you?

Katie: I'm no one today. I'm no one. I was not here, okay?

Bonnie: Oh, my goodness, you're a legend. Nobody gets in as much as trouble as you do, and nobody lands on their feet as much as you do.

Katie: Okay, I have to make you understand something. Simon has got my arch rival and my sister, who's never approved of anything I've ever done in my entire life, planning my wedding. You got to help me.

Bonnie: On one condition -- I may need a little favor.

Katie: Okay, anything. Just find out what they've got planned.

Rose: Thank you, Mr. Cavanaugh. You're a peach. You, too. Okay. Bye-bye.

Mitzi: Keep me posted, tiff. Okay. So, nobody's seen Vince in Atlantic City since last summer. Tiffany thinks that he was headed for Vegas.

Rose: Vegas? I thought he'd forget about me, you know?

Mitzi: You don't forget sex like that.

Rose: No. Until you find something else. Something that's more than that and better and all those things.

Mitzi: Paul Ryan's a dream come true.

Rose: I know.

Mitzi: But do I have to remind you that a couple of years ago, all you could talk about was how you and Mr. Hot-to-trot O'Malley ought to write a manual for those of us poor slobs who never had it so good.

Rose: Mm-hmm. 'Cause that's all we did. I mean, you know. We were like -- all the time. You know, 24/7. I couldn't believe it. Did we say 20 words to each other in the time we knew each other? I don't think so. We'd walk in the room and just -- simultaneous combustion. It was just hot. Whew!

Mitzi: So what're you gonna do?

Rose: I'll deal with it when the time comes.

Mitzi: That's not what I meant.

Rose: I know.

Mitzi: I mean, what are you gonna tell Paul?

Hal: Good night, Barbara.

Barbara: Good to see you, Hal.

Hal: You'll be fine.

Carly: So, Barbara, what is it you want?

Barbara: Do I like you, Carly? No. Do I want you at B.R.O.? Not particularly, though I do agree with my son that we need to capitalize on your recent success with us. But I also know that you'll never sign with another offer on the table.

Carly: Okay, so you're here because?

Barbara: Because if you run off into the sunset with Craig, he will be the winner. And I won't let that happen.

Carly: Barbara, I've got to pack, and you've got to go.

Barbara: I've been there, Carly, defending him to half the town.

Carly: I'm taking a job, Barbara. I'm not marrying the man.

Barbara: But you will, if that's what he wants. He'll cut you off from everyone that you trust. He'll seduce you, tell you he loves you. And then before you know it --

Carly: I'm not you, Barbara.

Barbara: No, you're not. You have a modicum of talent, but you'll never achieve the success that I have, because you're not smart enough, and you have the morals of an alley cat.

Carly: Oh, well, there she is. There's the Barbara we know and love.

Barbara: So then there's no reason to distrust what I'm saying, is there?

Carly: You haven't said anything.

Barbara: I just wanted to make sure that we understood each other. Why do you think I was at that New York show?

Carly: To ruin it for me?

Barbara: Think, Carly. I'd been in seclusion for months. Why would I subject myself to people's stares, wagging fingers, flying halfway across the country when it was already a fait accompli?

Carly: You're nuts?

Barbara: That day I was, because Craig was taunting me with your success, with visions of a lonely retirement.

Carly: You've done your share of knife twisting.

Barbara: And where did he run when I hurt him? Straight to you, because he knew your big, sloppy heart would forgive him without even thinking. He's a fraud, Carly -- a con artist par excellence. The only reason he wanted me in New York was so he could be there to rescue you.

Carly: That's your version.

Barbara: I thought your work was important to you.

Carly: You know my work is important to me.

Barbara: Then why are you with a man who has sacrificed everything that you have worked for these past few months?

Carly: As I recall, it was you with the scissors, Barbara.

Barbara: But he could have stopped me, and he didn't.

Carly: That's not true. Craig -- he came to me. He told me and Paul when he'd seen you.

Barbara: After he had spent some time taunting me. He wanted me to destroy myself, and I did. Don't you get it? You weren't important to him or your work. It was me he was there for, to finish me off. It was a calculated risk, but the only kind that he'll make. He wanted to make a show of saving your work so you would fall into his arms in gratitude.

Carly: Are you through?

Barbara: You don't believe me? Well then, Craig will be the winner, and I will have to content myself with watching you suffer. And you will suffer. Ask anyone who has ever been close to Craig Montgomery. Ask Sierra. Ask Bryant.

Carly: Get out.

Barbara: He could have stopped me.

Craig: Yes, hello?

Carly: Craig? I need you. I need you right away.

Craig: Carly, what happened?

Carly: I'll tell you when you get here. Just please hurry.

Lily: Simon found this book of Katie's. It's kind of a wish list for her perfect wedding.

Margo: Oh, this book! Oh, Katie has been pasting things in this book since she was a little girl. Princess Diana? Tell me she doesn't want a horse-drawn carriage?

Simon: No, no, just the tiara.

Lily: Is that all?

Margo: "I want to walk down the aisle 'like a virgin.'"

Katie: Well, what are they saying?

Bonnie: Well, they want to give you the wedding of your dreams.

Katie: Well, good.

Bonnie: And somehow that includes Bon Jovi and Madonna?

Katie: Oh, no! I knew it! They've got it all wrong.

Margo: This book -- what this book means is that Katie has been planning her wedding since she was a little girl.

Simon: I know.

Margo: But the actual details --

Lily: I think Margo is right. She's grown up now. Maybe she wants something a little more sophisticated.

Simon: No, no. I know Katie. I mean, she's been planning for so long. It's all in this book. And that is what she's gonna get.

Mitzi: You sure you don't want these?

Rose: No, thank you. You have 'em. You enjoy them. I'll call you.

Mitzi: Nice to see you, Paul.

Paul: You, too, Mitz.

Rose: I've got to deal with something first, and then we'll go.

Paul: Okay. Well, Rose, just so we're on the same page here, are we gonna spend the whole night pretending I didn't overhear what I just overheard?

Rose: What'd you hear?

Paul: Why? So you can figure out how much you need to explain to me?

Rose: No. No, it's not that. It's just that I have a past, you know? I'm not 12. And sometimes my past can creep up on me. And we just forget about it, or we can -- I could lay it out for you, you know?

Paul: Were you in love with this guy?

Rose: No. No, no. Definitely not.

Paul: So how long's it been since it's ended?

Rose: It didn't end. I mean, it didn't officially end. It didn't because -- but I haven't seen him. I haven't heard anything about him since Lily came into my life. And then I came back here to Oakdale, and I was pretending to be Lily, so I couldn't exactly call him, you know. And then Lily came back, and I didn't want to see him because I realized that I wanted something else. Now I found it. Listen, Mr. Roses does not hold a candle to you.

Craig: What happened? Is it Parker?

Carly: No, Parker's fine.

Craig: Well, then what's wrong?

Carly: You!

Craig: Hey!

Carly: You are what's wrong!

Craig: You call me all the way over here to haul off and slap me? What is that about?

Carly: New York? A certain fashion show? An unlikely hero who somehow saved the day?

Craig: The day was saved. You were a success. Isn't that what you wanted?

Carly: I wanted it so bad, I didn't see what was really going on -- you and your vendetta against Barbara.

Craig: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're angry at me because of what?

Carly: I'm angry with you because you used me to hurt her.

Craig: Because of -- hey, did mortician come over here to spook you? Did she say -- and more to the point, why would you believe anything she says?

Carly: She said you could have stopped her.

Craig: I did stop her!

Carly: Before she took her scissors to my clothes. Before she knocked out her assistant and terrorized Jennifer. You could have stopped her in Oakdale.

Craig: How? By chaining her to a lamppost? Come on, Carly. She did some damage, but you won. You're a success. You did great work, you got credit. And, by the way, because of New York, you're about to get a great job with Jean Claude Rimbaud. What do you want?

Carly: The truth.

Craig: Oh, according to whom? Vampira? You would believe that bitter, vengeful shrew?

Carly: You needed an excuse to go to New York. Well, what better excuse than Barbara on a rampage -- a rampage you ignited? Then you sent Katie to cover your butt with Jack, then you jumped on a plane and showed up just in time to rescue me.

Craig: Listen, first of all, I don't need an excuse to do anything. Second of all, Barbara came to me with some lame story. And yes, I listened to her. And yes, I sent Jack to -- Katie to warn Jack -- and yes, I came to warn you, because yes, I love you.

Carly: No --

Craig: Yes. You better face them, because that's what all your schemes and theories have to do with, huh? I know I'm not supposed to say this, but yes, I love you, and yes, I was happy to see your success. And I want you to be as famous and rich and happy and thrilled with yourself as you can possibly be.

Carly: Only when it suits your purpose.

Craig: That is my purpose, Carly. What? You don't think I'm happy that Barbara finally realized something? Yeah, huh? And if I had a choice between Barbara failing and Carly succeeding? Yes, I'd take you.

Carly: I don't really believe that's true.

Craig: Does this time that we have spent together lovingly mean anything?

Carly: You know it does, and you took advantage of that.

Craig: What could I possibly have to gain from wrecking that show?

Carly: Me, Craig. You got me.

Bonnie: Okay, look, they gave it their best shot, but he has this book you put together. And well, I think they're going with the program.

Katie: Oh, come on. I put that book together starting from age 5 to 11.

Bonnie: Yeah, well, I know. But you better tell him, and you better hurry up before it's too late.

Katie: No, I can't. That'll interfere with the harmonic balance of our relationship.

Bonnie: And a wedding from the '80s won't?

Katie: Yeah, you're right. Do something. He's about to leave.

Simon: Hey.

Bonnie: Hi.

Simon: Here, this is for you.

Bonnie: Yeah, whatever. Listen, as a wedding event planner myself, I couldn't help from overhearing. You're planning your wedding?

Simon: Yeah. Well, no. It's my wife's wedding.

Bonnie: Yeah, well, I think that's sweet. I really, really I do. But do you mind? May I?

Simon: Oh, yeah. No, it's a great read.

Bonnie: This is really, really cute. Oh! Oh, nice, nice, nice. Well, you know, your wife -- she's such an accurate observer of the cultural scene. I can't help but think that she'd want you to translate these ideas into something a little more -- I don't know -- contemporary? Let's see. For example, well, her obvious infatuation with Madonna.

Simon: Oh, yes.

Bonnie: And your wife's a blonde, right?

Simon: She sure is.

Bonnie: And you with that accent. And Madonna -- well, she just married a man with an accent, and in a church of all places.

Simon: Are we going anywhere with this?

Bonnie: Well, even Madonna grew up. Katie just needs a gown, a church and you. That's it.

Simon: But first I've got to make a bloody fool of myself calling every bakery asking for Bon Jovi. Excuse me. Is that what you really want?

Katie: How did you know I was here?

Simon: You're very subtle. Yes or no -- Bon Jovi?

Katie: No.

Simon: "Like a virgin"?

Katie: No!

Simon: "Solid gold" dancers?

Katie: No!

Simon: So, I've been knocking myself out for nothing?

Katie: For me. And I'm very, very appreciative.

Simon: So just the church, a gown and me? Is that right?

Katie: That's right.

Simon: Let's go.

Katie: Thanks, Bonnie.

Bonnie: Sure. Don't forget. You owe me, Katie.

Paul: Now, promise you won't laugh at me?

Rose: For what?

Paul: Competing.

Rose: Oh. You shouldn't have. But I'm glad you did.

Paul: I wanted to give you a rose that would last forever.

Rose: It's perfect. Take me home.

Paul: What about dinner?

Rose: Forget dinner.

Paul: Okay.

Barbara: James? I didn't leave this here. James! "Atlantic City"? Something to do with Rose? "Vincent O'Malley." Well, well, well, James. You have been busy, haven't you?

Craig: You want to talk about vengeance? This is Barbara's vengeance against us. She wants to ruin what we have. Can't you see that?

Carly: What I see is you spinning just as fast as you can.

Craig: Oh, no, no, no. You are a little paranoid, I think.

Carly: Really?

Craig: Yes.

Carly: Should I call New York? Should I talk to Prue the stage manager, the carpenter, the models? Somebody saw you, Craig, in the dressing room with Barbara when you walked away from her and left her sitting there mad as hell.

Craig: Well, so what? She's always mad as hell. And by the way, because of New York, you now have a career, and you have more new friends than you can shake a stick at.

Carly: Look, neither one of us is afraid of the truth, so this is your last chance, Craig. Either you tell me what really happened, or when I find out -- and you know I will -- we're finished.