As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 5/15/02
Proofread by Ebele
Bonnie: Isaac? Isaac?
Isaac: Looking for me?
Bonnie: What do you think you're doing?
Isaac: I thought I'd take a bath. I hope you don't mind. Yeah, a nice, long soak. There is room for one more if you'd like. I promise, I won't -- I won't look. I won't.
Bonnie: Yeah, well, you can soak your head, too, while you're at it.
Isaac: So I heard you got rid of the happy bridegroom.
Bonnie: Ah, he's picking up some samples from the calligrapher, but he will be back very soon, so save the scrub down for Oakdale. We had a deal, Isaac. I will go down to this dungeon and debunk your preposterous story about Billy being shackled to some wall, and then we can say our good-byes.
Isaac: You don't want to say good-bye to me, Bonnie. In fact, you'll be saying good-bye to this castle and everybody in it once you go down there and see what your boy has cooking in the dungeon.
Bonnie: You have manufactured this whole thing in your mind, Isaac. There is no subterfuge.
Isaac: He is up to something, Bonnie. And I think I found out what it is.
Bonnie: Yeah? Hit me with it, shaft.
Isaac: Okay, Ian and his uncle were going over some ledgers in the study. I saw them hid it in a wooden box, bottom drawer of the desk.
Bonnie: That sounds like the books to the estate. There's nothing criminal about that.
Isaac: Just go get the books. And once I get done with my bath, I promise you, all will be revealed.
Carly: Jack? Jack?!
Jack: I'm right here. I'm right here. How are you doing?
Carly: I don't know. My skin is -- it's still tingling like that. It starts -- it's driving me crazy. I just want to rip this gauze off my face, Jack.
Bob: Oh, I'm sorry; we can't let even our favorite patients destroy hospital property.
Carly: You weren't supposed to hear that.
John: How are you feeling, Carly? Any pain?
Carly: No, there's no pain. It's just when it comes to being uncomfortable -- I'm off the charts. It feel like there's billions of bugs under my skin, and they're crawling around. It's worse than chicken pox and sunburn and poison ivy combined.
Bob: We could give you a sedative.
Carly: No. No, thank you. The last time I went through something like this, I was so doped up I didn't know if I was dreaming or dying. So no matter what happens this time, I don't want to miss anything.
Jack: But if this will make you feel more comfortable, let 'em. What do you think you're going to miss?
Carly: You. I want to face this thing head on.
Jack: Listen, I am going to be right here the whole time, and we are going to get through this together, right?
Molly: Hey there, handsome. We've got a big day ahead of us -- you know, my first gathering without you. I'm not ready for it, Jake. I'm not. It's so empty, quiet. Everything's so quiet without you around. You always said that you loved my noise. We made some pretty intense music together, didn't we, big guy? That's what we need. Yeah.
Skip the light fandango
Molly: Better. But it'll never be the same.
[Sobbing] oh God, okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, honey. I know, I promised you I wasn't going to lose it tonight. But I don't know if I can hold it together. Because this world is a very scary place without you.
Abigail: You'll always have me to lean on.
Kim: Molly, come on, you can lean on me, too.
Kim: Come on, sweetheart.
Lily: Plenty of shoulders to cry on.
Holden: You're not alone. You'll never be alone. Remember that.
Molly: Okay. Thank you.
Molly: Oh, so many people. I'm so glad you're here.
Kim: Well, Jake meant a lot to all of us, honey. There's no place we'd rather be than right here with you.
Abigail: I'm so glad you guys are here.
Lily: Of course. Of course.
Abigail: And you -- you -- you look nice.
Aaron: That's code for boring. I was forced into it, I don't know why. Jake wasn't a formal kind of guy, was he?
Abigail: No, think Harleys and denim.
Aaron: I'll ditch it as soon as I can. You hanging in?
Molly: Hey. Abigail told me the good news. That's terrific. How are you holding up?
Lily: I should be asking you that.
Molly: So far so good.
Lily: Yeah, me, too. So far so good.
Molly: It's okay.
Lily: Hey, Ben.
Ben: Good to see you.
Holden: How are you?
Lily: How you doing'?
Holden: Yeah, we've been given grill duty.
Ben: I was so sorry to hear about Jake.
Molly: I'm so glad you could come.
Ben: I can't stay long, but I had to come by, especially knowing how much Isaac would want to be here. But he can't be, he's in Scotland.
Ben: It's a long story. But Isaac's going to be tore up when he hears. I never had the chance to tell Jake that it was because of him that Isaac and I really started becoming brothers. And the way Jake trusted him and shared with him and -- we loved him. I used to call him Isaac's other brother. [Molly laughs] I just -- I wish I'd told him when I had the chance.
Molly: Well, thank you for telling me, okay? I'm so glad you're here. Stay as long as you can, okay?
Ben: Okay. Maybe I'll burn a few dogs before I go.
Ben: All right.
Molly: No, crying, see? No crying.
Kim: Honey, what can I get for you?
Molly: Jake. He touched so many people's lives. And I don't think he ever really knew. And I wish -- oh, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, Kim.
Kim: You're going to be just fine. Now listen to me, we're celebrating Jake's life. And if you want to cry or if you want to laugh, well, what the heck, this is a party. And it is life. And so there's bound to be laughter and tears. Okay?
Molly: Thank you. I'm so glad you're here. And I'm so glad that Tom told Donna and Marley to stay in Bay City tonight. Does that make me a horrible person?
Kim: Well, as far as I'm concerned, this day is difficult enough as it is. And, no, it doesn't make you a horrible person.
Carly: Have you talked to Molly?
Jack: Not yet.
Carly: Tonight is Jake's memorial, you know? Would you call her for me and tell her how much I wish I could be there, tell her how sorry I am?
Jack: I'm sure she'll understand.
Carly: Make her understand, Jack. Call her, okay? Or better yet, go there. Go to Mabel's and have a couple drinks for us in his honor.
Jack: Does it sound to anybody else like she's trying to get rid of me?
Carly: Go, Jack. Go and stretch your legs. You don't -- you don't have to hover. That's what these guys are for. Look at them.
John: Go get yourself some dinner, Jack. We're around.
Carly: See? Now it's doctor's orders this time.
Jack: Okay, I'll go get a sandwich.
Carly: Okay. And I'll go see what's new at the mall, and then we can meet back here for dessert.
Jack: I can see that smile. And I got to tell you, it's the best thing I've seen in weeks.
Carly: I'll see you soon. I love you.
Jack: I love you, too.
Rose: Oh, Jack, how's Carly?
Jack: She's been in and out of it all day.
Rose: Weston's treatment, is it working?
Jack: It's too soon to tell.
Paul: Well, Margo -- before we forget, Margo told us to tell you to call her down at the station.
Jack: What? You guys were at the station for what?
Rose: Oh, filing a police report for the break-in at my house.
Jack: 'Cause you can't be too sure. Hey, listen, did you see Weston while you were over there?
Paul: No, but Margo says he's ticked about something.
Jack: Yeah. He probably wants to discuss a deal that's no longer on the table, thanks to you. Unless, of course, you want to change your mind about --
Rose: Nah, forget it. You know what? Bury him the way he tried to bury me.
Jack: Yeah, well, don't tempt me. Listen, tell Carly I'm going to be over at the station for a minute.
Paul: See you, Jack.
Paul: You know what? I've got some phone calls that I need to make. And it'll give you some time to be with Carly, okay?
Rose: Thanks. You're the best.
John: This is insanity.
Bob: All right, all right. Just take it easy.
John: You know, we never should have agreed to this procedure.
Bob: We have to wait until the healing process proceeds.
John: Carly's life could be at stake.
Rosanna: Well, where have you been all day? I thought you wandered off and joined a cult.
Craig: Well, it feels like it, yeah.
Rosanna: Looks like it, too. Something wrong?
Rosanna: Carly, hmm?
Craig: I don't think the recovery is going as well as they'd hoped.
Rosanna: You know, maybe it's time that you faced facts. There's a high possibility that this treatment might not -- might not work at all. And if it doesn't, she's never going to be the same.
Craig: When I am on my deathbed, will you keep your pep talk to yourself?
Rosanna: Well, I'm sorry. I mean, I want what's best for Carly as well. But, I mean, I think we have to accept the inevitable if we want to help her when she needs us.
Craig: She has Jack.
Rosanna: Well, perhaps you're the one that needs a little hand to hold, huh?
Craig: You volunteering? Is that why you sought me out?
Rosanna: Actually, I'm going to Jake McKinnon's memorial tonight, and I thought you might want to take me.
Isaac: Ah, you got the box.
Bonnie: Now, before we open this thing, what do you think we'll find in these ledgers?
Isaac: Proof that Ian and his uncle are bankrupt.
Bonnie: And they want me to marry into their family for my money? I'll remind you that my last job was as a cocktail waitress in which my tips barely covered my manicure bill.
Isaac: But your father has big bucks, am I right?
Bonnie: If you knew how ridiculous you sound --
Isaac: Just open the box, see for yourself. It's locked. We will have to pick it.
Bonnie: Would you settle for a key?
Isaac: That's my girl.
Bonnie: After we get something settled between us first.
Bob: Look, according to Weston, the amount of time --
John: According to the charlatan? This guy is delusional, Bob. He thinks that he's going to win the Nobel Prize for his service to humanity. He could be telling us anything.
Rose: Bad time for a visit?
Bob: No, no, not at all, Rose. You want to go in? You have company, Carly.
Carly: Hey. Come on, get yourself in here. Take my mind off what's going on underneath this gauze, okay?
Rose: Are you sure? I mean, is it okay?
Bob: Carly's skin is reacting to the solution that was used to reverse the damage. We offered to give her a sedative.
Carly: But I just said no.
Rose: Yeah, yeah, yeah. No woo-woo steam, none of the blue drinks for us anymore, right?
Bob: I'll be right outside.
John: So Rose is going to put her future in your hands? Do you really think you can replicate Dr. Weston's procedure? Do you want to? Suppose Carly does get the desired results, who's to say they're going to last? There are just too many unknowns in this.
Bob: Well, we'll have to see. I think I can help Rose. And I'm going to try. Are you with me or not?
Carly: So, where's Paul?
Rose: He's making some calls.
Rose: Jack doing the same?
Carly: Yeah. He's pretending he's not worried. I'm pretending I'm not afraid.
Rose: How do you feel?
Carly: Well -- do you remember that commercial for insect repellent where the guy sticks his hand in a tank full of mosquitoes just to prove they won't bite him?
Carly: Well, that's -- that's how I feel. They're the size of horseflies. And I can feel them chewing on me. It's like I'm the main course at a bug feast. And I can feel every single bite.
Rosanna: Thank you.
Craig: You're going to Jake McKinnon's funeral and you want me to go with you?
Rosanna: His memorial service. And this amuses you?
Craig: Well, you want me to go because you have no business being there.
Rosanna: I'm going because Carly and Parker can't. And someone has to represent the family. At times like these, I think it's important for families --
Craig: And times like these, you rise.
Rosanna: I don't know what you're talking about.
Craig: Well, you're right there to pick up the pieces.
Rosanna: It's called compassion, Craig.
Craig: Compassion? That is how you justify trying to take Carly's son from her?
Rosanna: I put up $1 million reward for the capture of the doctor who had performed experiments on her face. Does that count for nothing?
Craig: No, and that display of succulence you bestowed upon me a few nights ago -- not that I'm complaining. With compassion you worked upon me, upon Carly, upon Parker. Now you're going to add Molly to the list. Well, you work fast. I like that in a woman.
Holden: How's it coming?
Ben: Hey, smoking.
Aaron: Hey, Abigail?
Abigail: Hey. What's going on?
Adam: Not much. Look, you know how sorry I am about Jake. And I know it doesn't even really feel real yet.
Abigail: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Adam: You know, it should be him working that grill, you know, telling bad jokes and singing off key.
Abigail: Yeah, I miss him like crazy. My third dad.
Adam: Yeah. Listen -- can we talk? You know what? We need to talk.
Abigail: Yeah. Yeah, let's talk.
Kim: You know what? They are making enough food out there to feed an army. So why don't we see if we can find something for you to eat.
Molly: Kim, no, I'm fine.
Kim: Yeah, well, when was the last time you had a meal? I bet you don't even remember. No? Well, then how about some fresh air at least? Come on out.
Molly: Kim, no, I can't. I cannot leave this room. Okay? I can't.
Kim: Honey, you don't have to go outside if you don't want to. Stay here.
Molly: I know this is going to sound crazy, Kim, but I feel like Jake's here in this space. I mean, I turn around, I smell his cologne. I walk around, I feel his arms around me. I hear his laugh. And I don't want to lose that. I can't. Did I ever tell you that Jake and I were here -- we were here the night he died? I told Abigail. I know it sounds strange, but -
Kim: No, no, no. It doesn't sound strange at all. I mean, this is your special place, right?
Molly: This was our getaway that wasn't too far away. And we knew every song on this jukebox. And the last night that we were together, it felt like we were going to dance forever.
Kim: Did you have a special number?
Molly: Number 356.
Kim: Okay, 356.
Kim: I don't know. What do you think? If I ask you to dance, will you step on my toes like Dr. Bob does?
Alison: How does this happen? Your grandmother forces you into going to this memorial, and I wind up tagging along?
Lucy: Feast your eyes and then you can thank me.
Alison: He's here -- the love of my life. You're the best, Luce. Now where's the clingy girlfriend?
Lucy: She's over there.
Alison: Great. Maybe she'll fall madly in love with that one, so I can have the other one all to myself.
Abigail: I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time, but I didn't know what to say.
Adam: Yeah. It's been the same for me, too. I mean, it's always been the wrong place and the wrong time to tell you something of this magnitude -- I mean, to put it on your plate, because you've had your share.
Abigail: What are you talking about?
Adam: I got accepted into USC's film school.
Abigail: I didn't even know you applied. What a way to keep a secret. That's incredible.
Adam: And I'm leaving for California in a few days. And my grandmother's trying to set me up with an internship over at one of the L.A. affiliate stations.
Abigail: Adam, that is really great. You're definitely on your way. Congratulations.
Adam: Thanks. So what I was hoping -- no, what I was wondering -- forget it. You know what would make this more perfect than it already is? If you were to come with me. Will you?
Jack: Where's Weston?
Margo: In his cell. Hello to you, too, toots.
Jack: Can you bring him to the box for me? I want to have a little chat with him.
Cop: Sure thing.
Margo: Something I should know about?
Jack: No, I just don't like the way Carly's treatment is going. Her skin feels strange, she's scared. I just want to make sure that Weston didn't pull anything.
Margo: You know, Rose just told me that she would rather nail Weston to the wall than let him worm his way out of prosecution. Not many people would take that chance or that choice.
Jack: I know. She is something else, I'm telling you. Weston thinks he's dealing with a bunch of shrinking violets. But he has no idea how tough they are. And who knows? If you hold his feet to the fire long enough, maybe he'll tell us where Emily is.
Margo: Yeah, yeah, Detective Margo Hughes. I understand that you have information for me as to the whereabouts of James Steinbeck?
Weston: Ah, detective, we meet again. How's my patient?
Jack: Carly Tenney?
Weston: Don't tell me. Her skin is crawling. She's experiencing irritation, itching?
Jack: What's happening to her?
Weston: My procedure is working. Once again, I have performed the impossible. What about the other one?
Jack: You mean Rose D’Angelo?
Weston: Yes. If she is prepared to beg me to return her to youth, I -- I'm interested in renegotiating the terms of our new deal.
Jack: That won't be necessary. You see, Rose D’Angelo is going to go through with the procedure. But it's going to be performed by Bob Hughes.
Weston: Bob Hughes? He's got no idea what my procedure is all about.
Jack: No, he didn't before you taught him. You taught him everything he knows, doc. Game over. No deal.
Weston: Bob Hughes is a hack. Does Rose have any idea what she stands to lose?
Jack: No more than what you've already stolen.
Weston: You'll regret this. You'll all regret it.
Carly: When I heard what you said to Weston, I could've stood up and cheered.
Rose: Wait till they cut you out of the mummy suit, okay? You'll give heart attacks to the people in the hospital.
Carly: You, my friend, are one extraordinarily brave lady.
Rose: I am a woman, hear me roar.
Carly: Really? Telling Weston to shove it.
Rose: Oh, please, I wouldn't let that med student touch me -- because he hated me. You know what I mean? He hated me.
Carly: Yeah. And how cool is Bob Hughes? I mean, the man has eyes like an eagle. He saw what Weston did. Now he can help you. Rose! You are going through with it, aren't you?
Rose: This face isn't so bad.
Carly: Rose? It ain't so good. I mean, this is from a friend.
Rose: You're saying that to me, talking to me looking like that? You don't look so hot yourself over there.
Carly: Everyone will understand you having second thoughts. You'd be crazy if you weren't terrified. But listen to me, Rose, you've got to go through with it anyway.
Rosanna: We have known each other a few weeks. So we've kissed a few times. You don't know me well enough to make an informed decision about my character.
Craig: You want me to believe that you're a good, altruistic woman devoted to family values?
Rosanna: Yes. Me and Charo. You got a problem with that?
Craig: Well, as long as it doesn't disguise the self-serving motives seething just below the surface.
Rosanna: My motives are my business. But I'm curious what you think they are, cupcake.
Craig: Well, revenge. You want Carly's life.
Rosanna: Not that again. No.
Craig: No, you took her son. Now you're trying to work her friends.
Rosanna: I'll just point out to you that Carly's friends were my friends first.
Craig: I wasn't your friend first. You've been very friendly to me since we met.
Rosanna: You know, with the ego the size of yours, I'm surprised there's room for anybody else in your bed, Montgomery.
Craig: It's king size.
Rosanna: Why would I want to hurt Carly? She's my sister.
Craig: Well, your sister took your friends, took your life. So you're just trying to get back what's yours.
Bonnie: If I open this box, I am breaking a trust between me and Ian -- a trust that we're trying very hard to keep.
Isaac: You deserve more than Ian.
Bonnie: He is everything I ever wanted.
Isaac: Then want more. I've seen you wait for weeks for the latest style of shoe to arrive from Italy. But now you're willing to make a lifelong commitment with a man like that? Maybe you'll hate me for costing you that coronet, but you'll thank me from keeping you from making the biggest mistake of your life.
Bonnie: Find anything interesting?
Isaac: Hold on a second. Hold on a second. Something's got to be wrong here.
Bonnie: Wow. That is way more money than I ever dreamed he had.
Isaac: But it's still less than your father.
Bonnie: They could buy my father.
Isaac: Something's -- something's not right. Maybe that's -- they cook their books. Or that's a fake. Or --
Bonnie: Or, or? Maybe I'm a fake. Maybe I just want to marry Ian for his money, Isaac, right? Or maybe Ian really truly loves me, and he wants to be my husband. The key, please.
Isaac: No, but, Bonnie --
Bonnie: Do not make this more difficult than it already is.
Isaac: He is up to something. You have got to believe me.
Bonnie: We had no right to go through his private things, no reason to doubt him. And you have no reason to be here. I want you to leave -- now.
Adam: Well, I'm not asking you to just drop everything and just come out to California. I mean, I was -- once Molly gets back up on her feet, and in a few months when things start to go back to normal, maybe you can come and join me.
Abigail: Adam -- I will always love you. And I'll always be grateful for you helping me through the worst time of my life.
Adam: But -- you can't come out to the coast with me?
Abigail: The coast? You didn't just say the coast.
Adam: Yeah, yeah. I guess I just did say the coast. Yeah. Well, you know, I figure, if I'm going to be living in the land of schmoozing and suntan lotion, I might as well start to speak their language.
Abigail: I was afraid that you hated me, that I'd lost the best friend I ever had.
Adam: Ah -- "friend." Listen, Abigail, you are never going to lose me. You know that by now, right? We will be friends until the end of time, especially since I know all of your little secrets.
Abigail: I will never forget you.
Adam: I'll never forget you either, Abigail. You take care of yourself, okay?
Abigail: You, too.
Ben: Ah, time for this chef to head to the hospital. So, Aaron, the spatula's all yours.
Aaron: You have to eat my first attempt.
Alison: Would you look at her? Doesn't she have someplace else to be?
Lucy: It's her stepfather's memorial. All I'm saying is, maybe this isn't the best day for you to be plotting to steal her boyfriend.
Alison: Well, if that's her boyfriend, why was she all over Adam Munson? And if she likes him so much, then how could she let him wear that unfortunate and humiliating jacket?
Molly: Okay, which way?
Holden: Excuse me, you should not be dancing.
Lily: Well, then sweep me off my feet, please. We were trying to cheer up Molly.
Holden: Seems like you were doing a good job. But we should probably get home.
Lily: Okay. We'll slip away. Molly seems to be pretty happy right now. So let her stay there.
Holden: Couple of red hots for the road.
Lily: Okay. Come on.
Rose: Some friend you are, volunteering me for this torture?
Carly: Hey, what's a little torture if it means getting back your life?
Rose: But what if --
Carly: Right. What if it doesn't work? Well, don't you think I've thought of that? But at least I tried, right? I mean, Rose, you escaped from that house of horrors in a casket. They buried you alive.
Rose: Don't remind me.
Carly: And it was worth every risk you took, wasn't it? No matter what he did to you, no matter what he took, you didn't let him take away your fight and your spirit, everything that makes you Rose D’Angelo of Hoboken, USA.
Rose: You're some broad, Carly Tenney.
Carly: Well, it takes one to know one. So what do you say?
Paul: Ready for some good news?
Rose: 24/7. What is it? What's going on? What's up?
Paul: They can get started on you right away.
Rose: Well, what's right away?
Bob: I'd say the next few hours. What do you think, John?
John: I concur with anything my esteemed colleague has to say.
Bob: We have to make sure that Carly is progressing. After that, the only member of the team that's missing is the patient. What do you say, Rose?
Rose: I'll be back in a flash.
Carly: That's the Rose I know.
Rose: Yeah. I just -- I want to stop by Jake's memorial. And I got -- one more stop to make. Can you pick me up in like an hour or so?
Paul: Can you tell me what that one last stop is?
Rose: I want to spread the news, you know? Share the joy with somebody who would really appreciate it.
Isaac: So that's it? I'm wrong about the ledger, I'm wrong about everything?
Bonnie: You made me betray Ian's trust. I hate myself for it. So enough is enough, Isaac. You have got to go back to your life and just let me get on with mine.
Isaac: Okay. So maybe it's not money he's after, but it's something else.
Bonnie: He's after me. Me! He loves me. Is that so hard for you to believe? Just get it through your head.
Isaac: Okay. I was wrong about the money. But I'm not wrong about Billy.
Bonnie: In the dungeon?
Isaac: Yes. And if he's not down there, I'll walk out of your life without another word. But for your sake, for Billy's, just come with me. See for yourself.
Holden: Hey, Lucy? How are you? Walk with us here.
Lily: I know that your father and grandmother have been keeping you on your toes lately.
Lucy: Like crazy.
Lily: So if you want to come out and go riding, you're welcome to anytime.
Lucy: Thanks, Aunt Lily.
Lily: No problem.
Holden: All right, are you ready?
Lily: Oh, yes.
Holden: I want to get you home.
Abigail: I'll make sure Aaron gets home safe.
Aaron: How did I ever manage without you?
Abigail: I'm going to walk 'em to the car. I'll be back.
Alison: Here's my chance.
Lucy: Don't you get it, Alison? If he cheats on Abigail, he'll do the same to you.
Alison: Once I get my hands on a man, he'll never let me go. Oh, my God, don't look. Hottie alert at 2:00, and he's heading my way. How's my hair?
Lucy: Flawless. But I don't know why you'd want to waste it on a sleaze.
Molly: Thank you so much.
Tom: No, thank you, really.
Molly: You know, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever dance or laugh again. If you can call this dancing. But I certainly didn't think it was going to happen tonight.
Kim: Good for you. What do you say to a couple of red hots, couple burgers maybe, something?
Molly: I say -- bring it on.
Kim: Okay. Lead the way. Actually, I'm starved.
Tom: All right, what are you going to start on?
Molly: I think I'm going to have a red –
Rosanna: I came to help my sister.
Craig: Oh, is that why you've decided to make yourself at home here again in old Oakdale?
Rosanna: What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that your panting and leering has driven me into such a delirium that I can't bear to leave the city limits?
Craig: Well, that's a start.
Rosanna: Wow, it's really obvious I have made a grievous error in inviting you to Jake's memorial. I will go alone.
Craig: No, no, no, I would love to join you -- particularly where you don't belong.
Rosanna: I've uninvited you, Craig.
Craig: No, no, you can't get rid of me that easily.
Rosanna: Oh, really? Well, then tell me how. Bodyguard, mace, screaming rabbits?
Craig: Oh, no, if you were going to be brought to your knees tonight, I have to be there. Shall we?
Jack: Bob Hughes is confident that he can treat Rose. That seems to be good enough for her.
Weston: Hughes? How could she even think of putting herself in the hands of that third-rate G.P.? Ah, speak of the devil. Well, I knew you'd change your mind when push comes to shove.
Rose: No, no, no, I've changed nothing -- nothing. We don't need you anymore.
Weston: You're going to put yourself in the hands of Bob Hughes? Good grief, woman, don't you care about your looks?
Rose: He knows what you did, and how you did it.
Weston: No, no. No, no, he thinks he knows. Well, you tell him that any prizes or commendations that come as a result of my procedure -- they belong to me. He can take the blame for whatever goes wrong. But if he tries to steal my ideas, well --
Rose: What are you going to do? You're going to sue him from your cell?
Weston: You loud-mouthed shrew. You know, I should've killed you when I had the chance.
Rose: You got a point there, doc. Because I'm going to make it my life's mission to see that you spend your life behind bars. And that life will consist of your little bunkmate using you as lab rat on cellblock "c." Tootles.
Weston: Bob Hughes has no idea what's involved in this procedure. Don't you realize he's putting all their lives at risk? You don't know what you're doing!
Jack: Detective Hughes? Could you get the Justice department on the line for me. Thank you. Just in case you're curious, you're on your way to federal. Any last words?
Carly: Oh, my face my face. It's burning! It's burning! My face! My face!
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