ATWT Transcript Wednesday 6/19/02

As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 6/19/02

Provided by Linda
Proofread by Ebele

Hal: Oh, hi, Alison. Hi. Come on in.

Alison: Homework?

Hal: Yeah, something just like that. Only, I never get a gold star.

Alison: Is Emily around?

Hal: No, she took Daniel to camp.

Alison: Well, I'll get out of your way.

Hal: No, no, stay. Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Alison: Sure, why not?

Hal: Listen, I'm glad you dropped by.

Alison: Why?

Hal: Well, because you're Emily's sister and I don't know you very well. And any sister of Emily's --

Alison: -- Is a sister of yours?

Hal: Well, I was thinking more like, just, somebody of the younger generation that I would really like to get to know better.

Alison: Well, that's a new one. Most of Emily's boyfriends -- or whatever you call them -- pretty much ignored me.

Hal: Yeah? Well, not this one.

Alison: So are you okay now? I heard about what happened.

Hal: Oh, you mean am I still nuts? No, I'm just fine. Thanks.

Alison: Was that something I wasn't supposed to ask?

Hal: Alison, you can ask whatever you want.

Alison: It's weird. You're supposed to be like family, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say or not say, you know? And mom's real big on privacy and things not leaving the house.

Hal: What kind of things?

Alison: You name it. But last night was different. We had one of those heart-to-hearts. You know, she says, "honey, we need to talk." And I wanted to, like, gag, but at least things are out in the open now. You know, no more secrets.

Hal: No more secrets.

Alison: Well, what I mean is, you and Emily can stop worrying about me. I'm cool with it.

Hal: Really? So are you done fishing around, or are you gonna come out and ask me what you really want to know?

Lucy: Wake up, sleepy head. Dad? Messages. Messages. Give up, Alison. I don't care. Hi, this is Lucy Montgomery. I'm wondering if there's something wrong with our voice mail. I'm expecting a message, but the light isn't flashing. Sure, I'll hold. And the operator's sure no calls came for me? Not even from my father? No, thanks for checking. Don't be such a coward. Call him.

Operator: If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.

Lucy: [Knock at the door] you have a lot of explaining to do, young man.

Aaron: Who me?

Craig: Oh, am I dead or is this heaven?

Rosanna: You're definitely not dead.

Craig: Then I must've been a good boy.

Rosanna: You were very good.

Craig: What time is it?

Rosanna: It's early.

Craig: A.M.?

Rosanna: Yeah, A.M.

Craig: Oh.

Rosanna: What are you doing? What's the rush?

Craig: Lucy's home alone.

Rosanna: So she's 16.

Craig: Exactly. That's what scares me. Shirt? Have a shirt?

Rosanna: Here, it's a little wrinkled.

Craig: She didn't know I was gonna be out all night -- probably worried stiff.

Rosanna: Well, I'm sure she knows her daddy. How's your -- still sore?

Craig: Hmm, yeah. Probably shouldn't even look at mirrors today.

Rosanna: You know, I had a cocktail dress almost that exact same color.

Craig: How do I explain this to Lucy?

Rosanna: Well, just tell her you ran into an old friend's fist.

Craig: She knows I don't have any old friends. And I hope Jack's knuckles are the size of grapefruits this morning.

Rosanna: Bruised and battered, you still rose to the occasion. Come back to bed.

Craig: Can you turn me into a handsome prince again so I can face my daughter?

Rosanna: You're still handsome. Be proud of your battle scars.

Craig: You know what these are?

Rosanna: What? Enlighten me.

Craig: These are proof that old Jack is deathly afraid of a little competition.

Rosanna: You and Jack are still competing?

Craig: Yeah, he thinks so. A wise man once said, "he who raises his fist first is flat out of ideas."

Rosanna: Well, what kind of ideas are you having?

Craig: This morning, my mind is on higher pursuits.

Rosanna: What about after this morning? What exactly are you planning?

Carly: I'm gonna have to change your nickname from g-man to wild man.

Jack: I want you -- so bad.

Carly: You should punch out Craig more often.

Jack: He makes for a lousy sparring partner.

Carly: Words are more his game.

Jack: Let's not talk about Craig Montgomery.

Carly: Let's not talk at all.

[Doorbell rings]

Jack: If that's Craig, I'm gonna kill him.

Carly: No, don't! Don't stop, Jack. They'll go away.

[Doorbell rings]

Jack: Or not.

Carly: Jack? Jack?

Jack: No, no, I'll just be a second. This better be good.

Margo: Why, is it a bad time?

Jack: Take a guess.

Margo: What are you thinking, Jack?

Jack: Margo, I'm off-duty. This is my home.

Margo: Yeah, well get prepared to spend a lot of time in it! What are you -- you win the lottery? You got a Swiss bank account I don't know about?

Jack: What are you talking about?!

Margo: Do the words "police brutality" mean anything to you, Jack? I mean, if you're looking to get fired, you're doing a damn good job.

Jack: Craig broke a record. How long before he reported me -- five, ten minutes?

Margo: You know, it wasn't Craig. It was Lisa. Can I come in?

Jack: Sure, come on in. Be my guest.

Margo: Oh, well. Oh, wow. Oh, light bulbs are going off here.

Carly: What is that supposed to mean, exactly?

Margo: All beginning to make sense.

Jack: No, no, last night was between me and Craig.

Margo: Oh, come, Jack.

Jack: You know that Craig gets under my skin, Margo. The guy's got a superiority complex.

Margo: Yeah, and he's got a big thing for Carly.

Carly: Are you blaming me? Oh, sure, Margo. Blame the blonde, right? I expect more from you.

Margo: And I expect an officer of the law to act within the boundaries of the law, Jack.

Jack: Okay. Okay, I should've taken it outside instead of trashing Java underground. I will square things with Lisa. But if you think I'm getting on my knees and apologizing to your brother, well, you're gonna be waiting for a very, very long time. And if it costs me my badge, so be it! It was well worth it, Margo.

Alison: Just answer my question. What's going on?

Hal: Alison, sometimes adults discuss things, and you pick up little bits and pieces of it and you get things in your mind and you let it drive you crazy, you know?

Alison: Are they sending me away? You said, Emily wants to take me away from my mom.

Hal: No! No. That is the last thing that Emily wants.

Alison: Is it because my mom's hitting the bottle again?

Hal: No. Susan's just fine. You have my word on that.

Alison: But it's a family thing, right?

Hal: Right.

Alison: So it's my family and you know, but I don't?

Hal: I never said it was gonna make sense. Alison, Susan and Emily are gonna work this out.

Alison: Well, what do I do while they work it out?

Hal: You try to be a little bit patient.

Alison: Patient? I've been patient my whole life! "Alison, go upstairs. I need to talk to your sister." Yeah, right. More like you need to scream your lungs out at each other. "Alison, go outside and play." "Alison, go and disappear." "Alison --"

Hal: Alison, nobody wants you to disappear. Susan and Emily love you. You're their whole world. You're just too angry to see that right now.

Alison: You can't see what's not there, Hal. By the way, you make rotten coffee.

Lucy: What are you doing here?

Aaron: You'll never guess who aced the GED.

Lucy: Aaron, that's wonderful!

Aaron: Yeah. Well, I won't officially know for a couple weeks. But everything on that test was exactly what was in the study guide.

Lucy: Which you knew by heart.

Aaron: Thanks to you.

Lucy: No, you did all the memorizing. I just asked you questions.

Aaron: I'm just so happy it's over with.

Lucy: Let's celebrate.

Aaron: I'm already there. What are you doing tonight?

Lucy: Hmm, I'll have to check my schedule. I'm free, of course!

Aaron: Well, how about we go to the Moe's concert? I got my hands on a couple of tickets.

Lucy: Moe's in Oakdale?

Aaron: Chicago. So I figure we can leave by 5:00, grab a bite to eat, watch his show. We'll be back before your curfew.

Lucy: Sounds great.

Aaron: So is it a date?

Rosanna: So what, you're thinking about getting a little revenge for Jack beating you up last night?

Craig: No. Is this -- a kiss of a man who's out for revenge?

Rosanna: I don't know. It's hard to tell. You gotta stick around. You gotta stay for breakfast. Please.

Craig: No.

Rosanna: Come on, Lucy will leave a message on your cell phone if she's worried about you.

Craig: Yes, I know, I know, I know. But her mother will find out that she had to track me down after an all-nighter in s suite of my beautiful neighbor.

Rosanna: She won't find out.

Craig: She always finds out.

Rosanna: Well, how about later? Dinner?

Craig: Dessert?

Rosanna: Are you propositioning me?

Craig: Are you propositioning me?

Rosanna: I don't know. Does it matter?

Craig: No.

Rosanna: Can we have an honest moment?

Craig: Why?

[Craig laughs]

Rosanna: We can admit to liking each other, right? What was that lovely thing you said last night? You believe that you could love me?

Craig: Yes, I did.

Rosanna: What about today? What about now?

Craig: Today, tonight.

Rosanna: Can I go out on a limb? What about next week?

Craig: For you, my limbs are always available. But then, of course, you know, the word "commitment" starts floating around.

Rosanna: Right. Like the black plague.

Craig: You know, at the risk of being pathologically honest, I did mean what I said last night.

Rosanna: At least when you said it.

Craig: At least.

Rosanna: Well, that's okay. I don't think I could get used to an emotionally sensitive Craig.

Craig: Oh, I don't know. He can pull a pretty quick retreat.

Rosanna: Well, if I wanted him to stick around, how would I give him a reason to do that?

Craig: You gave me plenty of reason last night.

Rosanna: Really?

Craig: Really.

Rosanna: It was that incredible?

Craig: What comes after sublime?

Rosanna: I don't know. Carly, maybe?

Emily: Still at it?

Hal: Still working on it.

Emily: Sorry it took so long.

Hal: And I'm sorry that you missed Alison.

Emily: Alison was here?

Hal: Oh, yeah.

Emily: I don't like the sound of that "oh, yeah." What happened?

Hal: Well, it started with a friendly cup of coffee and it ended with the slamming of the door.

Emily: Well, what did she want?

Hal: Alison heard just enough last night and now her imagination is working overtime.

Emily: So, what, she was pumping you for answers?

Hal: She's your kid, isn't she?

Emily: You know, you better watch it. I still haven't decided whether I like you.

Hal: Alison smells a secret.

Emily: Did you tell her?

Hal: Oh, that you're her biological mom? Of course not. I saved that fun for you.

Emily: This is a mess.

Hal: I told Alison that it was a family matter. And that she needed to discuss it with you and Susan.

Emily: Oh, I'm sure she loved that.

Hal: Alison is in love with the idea of herself being an outsider. You and Susan lock horns -- she's on the outside. You and Susan get along, she's still on the outside. Alison feels like she's just the consolation prize for not being you.

Emily: You know, that is just crazy enough to sound like it's in my family.

Hal: In a lot of families.

Emily: I'm sorry I said I didn't like you.

Hal: Don't apologize for telling the truth.

Emily: But some -- I mean, just because I don't like you sometimes, Hal, doesn't mean I don't love you all the time.

Hal: Can we get back to "like"? I am sorry. I acted like a jerk last night.

Emily: Want to fight about it?

Hal: I made stupid assumptions. I never should have acted like our getting married was all tied in with your situation with Alison.

Emily: It was a natural leap, I suppose.

Hal: Well, I know how much you love Alison. You love her enough to live off a cop's salary and spend the rest of your life looking at me.

Emily: My proposal wasn't about Alison. Okay, it wasn't entirely about Alison.

Hal: Leave it to me to take a tender moment and turn it into a knock-down, drag-out, whatever -- Emily, I don't care why you asked. You asked. And that makes me feel like -- like ten times the man I am. To have a woman like you --

Emily: But it's true what they say, Hal. You marry whole the family. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Hal: Hey, me -- I like Alison. I mean, beneath all that attitude, she's a good kid.

Emily: How do you know?

Hal: Because I'm looking at the lady who invented attitude.

Emily: No, you're looking at the lady who loves you, pal.

Hal: Still?

Emily: At least till your pension kicks in. But last I checked, the big question was still out there. So what's it gonna be, detective? Are we getting married or not?

Craig: Why does it mean so much to you to be better than Carly?

Rosanna: It doesn't. It doesn't. I'm sorry I even mentioned her name.

Craig: Why? Why? Say your sister's name and the world falls apart? Profits dive at Cabot Motors? Huh? Listen, this is what I believe. I believe you are a sensitive and tireless lover. I believe you have more fire than any woman I know. And last night, you gave me no reason at any time to believe that you wanted anything more than just to be with me. Which is a lot more than I can say for a certain member of your family, which shall go nameless. Hmm? You better save some of that for dinner.

Rosanna: Will you call me?

Craig: I'll call you after I see Lucy.

Rosanna: Call me on my cell phone, okay? I have errands to run.

Craig: Okay.

Rosanna: We will have dinner, right?

Craig: My bed or yours?

Carly: Lose the melodrama, Margo. Nobody is gonna lose their job because of Craig's glass jaw.

Margo: Well, you explain that to the chief of detectives. Hal had the commissioner come down on him so hard with two feet last time and Craig only made one phone call.

Jack: It's different this time. Craig won't win the same kind of points with Carly if he does that.

Margo: It's always about the blonde --

Jack: No, wait a minute -- Craig doesn't want to look weak or defeated.

Carly: Wait a second --

Jack: He knows he's gotta be the big guy in Carly's eyes.

Carly: Can I say something here? If Jack and Craig went a few rounds, it's not because I promised myself to the winner, Margo. I wasn't even there. I didn't pit one against the other.

Margo: All right, then what started it, Jack?

Jack: Hundreds of little things started it, Margo. Things I overlooked for months. His interference in the Steinbeck investigation, his constant putdowns and insults and snide, little comments. I took it because I had to. I took it because I was so determined to get Carly home that I let him tag along, hoping that he could come up with something to finally bring her home. Well, now that she's home, I don't have to take his garbage anymore. And -- was it wrong to go off on him, yes? Do I regret it? No. Not on your life. Will it happen again? No. You have my word.

Margo: Jack, do you have any idea how many times I've wanted to belt my own brother? Could you just keep it together and let me talk to him?

Jack: Yes. I will square things with Lisa. I'll pay for what I did.

Margo: All right. And next time you want to punch somebody, just go to the gym and take it out on a bag.

Jack: I will. I'll see you at the station.

Carly: Bye, Margo.

Margo: Bye.

Carly: It's been fun.

Margo: Yes, it's been a treat.

Carly: Wow. You guys must've really done a number at Java underground, huh?

Jack: I guess I don't know my own strength. Hey. What's wrong?

Carly: Well, all of it's wrong, Jack. Every bit of it -- from Craig's kiss down to your knockout punch. I don't want to live this way. It's all got to stop.

Aaron: What's the matter?

Lucy: Nothing.

Aaron: I'm not expecting you to go until you find out if it's okay with your father.

Lucy: My dad's so weird about me having a life.

Aaron: Having a life or having a boyfriend?

Lucy: You're my boyfriend?

Aaron: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I'd like to be.

Lucy: Me, too. I mean, that's what I'd like you to be, too.

Aaron: Yeah.

Craig: What's going on here?

Lucy: Daddy, what happened to you? Where have you --

Craig: What's he doing here?

Aaron: I just got here.

Craig: Has he been here all night?

Lucy: No!

Aaron: I just got here a few minutes ago. It's the truth.

Lucy: Daddy, what happened to your face?

Aaron: Was it Holden?

Lucy: Your dad hit my dad?

Craig: It wasn't Holden. The only thing that's wrong is my timing. You, I want you out of here, now.

Lucy: Daddy, that's not fair.

Craig: You're standing here in your pajamas telling me what's fair?

Lucy: Well, I'd never -- you don't think that I'd --

Aaron: I'll go.

Lucy: No, wait. Daddy, Aaron just took his GED, and he thinks --

Craig: Oh, yeah, GED.

Lucy: Why won't you listen?

Craig: I'll listen when you and I have a chance to talk alone.

Aaron: Look, your dad's right. I'll just see you later, okay?

Lucy: I'm so sorry.

Aaron: I guess the concert's out of the question.

Lucy: I'll talk to him.

Aaron: Just let him know that I wasn't gonna take the motorcycle. I was gonna take Holden's truck.

Lucy: Great. Call me.

Aaron: See ya.

Lucy: See ya, boyfriend. Well, you completely humiliated me in front of Aaron.

Craig: Did you lose your robe?

Lucy: I thought it was you at the door.

Craig: I have a key, Lucy.

Lucy: Look, the reason I'm not dressed yet is because when I woke up, I went straight to your room to tell you how my date went last night.

Craig: Your date?

Lucy: Dinner at aunt Margo's. Aaron came.

Craig: Oh, so you're enlisting people against me now?

Lucy: Dad, where were you? Did you get robbed or something?

Craig: Or something.

Lucy: Who did that to you?

Craig: Jack Snyder.

Lucy: Why? Forget it. I don't even have to ask.

Craig: I'm the adult here, Lucy.

Lucy: Really? Sometimes it's hard to tell. You're all over me for having Aaron over in broad daylight, and I don't even know where you slept last night.

Craig: That's enough.

Lucy: You say you trust me.

Craig: Look, okay, okay. Maybe I overreacted to the sight of my beautiful baby in her pajamas, in the arms of a guy whose mind is in a place I know too well.

Lucy: Aaron isn't like that.

Craig: All guys are like that. But if you say it was an innocent visit, then I'm sorry. I believe you.

Lucy: Thank you.

Craig: I just want us to communicate, okay? It's something I never really had with Bryant.

Lucy: I want that, too.

Craig: I want everything in the open.

Lucy: So do I. And I'm glad you see that there was nothing wrong with Aaron being here, because, well, he's invited me to go to a concert tonight in Chicago. He'll take Holden's car, so we'll be back before midnight, tops. Can I go?

Craig: No.

Lucy: But you just said --

Craig: I said I wanted everything in the open, and I mean it when I absolutely forbid you to go to Chicago with Aaron Snyder.

Jack: Hey. Hey, wait a minute. I don't get it. What's going on? Before Margo showed up, I was superman.

Carly: Well, Margo threw a big dose of reality in my face, Jack. "It's always the blonde." Remember?

Jack: She's just ticked 'cause I pulled an Ali on her brother.

Carly: Right. You beat up Craig, and it's -- it's my fault! And it's my fault that Barbara went psycho because I tried to steal her company out from under her, right?

Jack: That's not true.

Carly: No, I know it isn't true, but that's how everybody sees it, Jack! Ask around. Ask Margo. Ask Kim Hughes. Ask John Dixon. Ask anybody.

Jack: I don't care what they think!

Carly: I do. I care what they think. I -- I am sick and tired of being blamed for everything. I would like people to respect me.

Jack: They do.

Carly: No, they don't, Jack. You do, and then you go and pull a gladiator

at Java underground, and you put me back in the same hole I've been trying to crawl out of.

Jack: I can't help what people think, Carly! Yes, you can. You can help. You can help by trusting me. You can help by believing that I will stop whatever Craig starts.

Jack: Oh, okay. Well, next time, stop him on the first move -- or the fourth.

Carly: That's nice, Jack. Thanks.

Jack: Well, you know, I am sick of Craig acting like I am just a stand-in until you finally open your eyes and decide that he's the one!

Carly: That's ridiculous.

Jack: Yeah, well, I know that, and hopefully you know that! But Craig, he needed a refresher course. I can see it all starting again. Him making trouble for us, worming his way into our lives.

Carly: So you decided to grab the bull by the horn.

Jack: You're damn right I did!

Carly: And you knocked me down in the process, Jack, and you didn't even see it!

[Doorbell rings]

Jack: We are not home!

Carly: Oh, goody. This day just gets better and better.

Rosanna: I saw Craig. It's obvious that we have a little situation on our hands, but, well, luckily, I've come up with a way for all of us to deal with it.

Hal: Come here, sit down. Have a seat right here.

Emily: Okay, what are you doing?

Hal: Now just stay there.

Emily: Hal, this is silly. Where --

Hal: Just stop interrupting me. If you keep interrupting me, the boys will be home.

Emily: Okay, bossy. What --

Hal: Just stay there.

Emily: Okay, fine, fine, fine. I'm staying right here.

Hal: Hold your horses for one second.

Emily: I hope you're not leaving me here.

Hal: All right, hold your horses.

Emily: Okay.

Hal: Now. Emily Stewart -- how do I say this? Well, I guess on one knee, don't I? Emily Stewart, if anybody had told me that a woman like you would fall in love with me, I -- well, I guess I would've thrown a net over 'em. See, 'cause I don't know how we work or why we work. I mean -- I mean, we just do. And well, and if love is blind, I guess you better call for the seeing-eye dogs and the canes, because this is the way I'd like it to be for the rest of my life. Because I love you. I love you more than bacon and eggs. I love you more than a nap at a cubs game. I love you more than my old, beat-up, brown suede leather jacket. Emily Stewart, I love you even when you don't like me. And that's love. So, Emily Stewart, will you be my wife? I'm getting dirt on us.

[Emily laughs]

Emily: Sorry, no can do.

Hal: Wait a minute! Hey, I thought that was pretty good. Emily?

Emily: No, no, no, no, no. No, no. Stop, stop.

Hal: You don't think you're gonna get away from me, do you?

Emily: Stop, stop.

Hal: That was eight hours of work!

[Emily screams] now I got you where I want you.

Emily: Come on, I'm drowning -- I'm drowning in work. I don't have time to goof off.

Hal: Goof off? Is that what you think I was doing?

Emily: Oh, like you meant the marriage proposal, Hal?

Hal: All right, all right. Let's just call it even.

Emily: Yeah, call the whole thing off, right?

Hal: Not in this lifetime.

Emily: Will you just admit it? You only asked because I asked.

Hal: All right, look -- let's just admit that it is a good idea, and we will talk about it. Okay?

Emily: I don't want you to fix my life or fill in my blanks. I know I'm high maintenance.

Hal: I like high maintenance -- keeps me on the edge of my seat.

Emily: Yeah, like a good horror movie.

Hal: I love you. I can't imagine not loving you.

Emily: Really? Okay. Ask me again.

Hal: No, I don't think so.

[Emily laughs]

Aaron: What are you doing here?

Alison: Great, I get a warm welcome wherever I go.

Aaron: Sorry. Alison, what's going on?

Alison: My mom and my sister are in on some secret, and I'm totally out of the loop.

Aaron: You talk to them?

Alison: Yeah, but they act like it's all in my head.

Aaron: I hate that. You know things are up, and they tell you to be cool, don't worry.

Alison: Is that what happened in Seattle?

Aaron: Yeah, sort of. But coming here helped. I got to be with Holden and the family. Maybe you just need a break.

Alison: My dad lives right outside of Chicago.

Aaron: Do you see him much?

Alison: I used to, but he's been kind of busy with work and stuff.

Aaron: So give him a call, or hop on a bus and go hang out with the guy.

I can't. I spent my last cent on Lucy's gift. I guess I could hitch a ride or something.

Aaron: No, no. Don't do that. That's trouble.

Alison: But you're right. I really do need to see him. I've got nowhere else to go.

Aaron: Maybe I could give you a lift.

Alison: Would you?

Aaron: Sure. How about tonight?

Alison: Tonight? You mean it, Aaron? Tonight would be so perfect.

Lucy: Why can't I go?

Craig: Because I said so.

Lucy: That's so lame.

Craig: You're underage. I barely know the guy.

Lucy: You don't want to get to know him. All you want to do is threaten him and dig up stuff from his past to use against him.

Craig: That's absurd, Lucy.

Lucy: You got wind of his Police record, and you tried to make him stop seeing me. You know, at least aunt Margo gave him a chance. She didn't take one look and slam the door in his face.

Craig: Yeah, good old aunt Margo.

Lucy: You didn't even come home last night and I'm the one in trouble? You want me to be open? Well, trust cuts both ways, dad!

Craig: Oh, hey -- Lucy!

Rosanna: Craig came to my place last night. He did a pretty good imitation of road kill. He's threatening to call the commissioner.

Jack: I can't control what Craig does, Rosanna.

Rosanna: He had a difficult time explaining things to poor Lucy.

Carly: Oh, come on. If the guy cared about poor Lucy, he'd spend more than five minutes with her a month.

Rosanna: Well, I'm not here to argue Craig's merits.

Carly: Oh, good, 'cause he doesn't have any.

Rosanna: This kind of animosity will only get out of control unless we do something to change it.

Carly: Are you gonna leave town?

Rosanna: No, I thought it would be nice if the two of you would join us for dinner so that we can discuss things.

Carly: What's on the menu, Rosanna, rat poison?

Rosanna: Just think about it.

Jack: I don't have to think about it. I gotta get ready for work.

Rosanna: Jack, I really would appreciate it if you would come.

Jack: Oh, not in this lifetime.

Rosanna: You know that fight could cost Jack his career.

Carly: Well, that's so nice of you to care. But, Rosanna, I would rather tap dance on the turnpike at rush hour than have dinner with you and Craig.

Rosanna: Jack's pride is out of control. His career is in jeopardy. If you love him as much as you say you do, you will do something to help him be less destructive.

Carly: And we can solve this over hors d'oeuvres?

Rosanna: It's a start. Will you come?

Carly: Yeah. Yeah, okay, I'll come. I've never been able to resist a good freak show.

Rosanna: Lovely. Drinks at 6:00.

Carly: Drinks at 6:00. Oh, and Rosanna, I -- I should tell you, I have developed a very hardy appetite for beluga.

Rosanna: I'm not surprised. Nice outfit.

Jack: How did you get rid of her so fast? Don't tell me you said yes to dinner.

Carly: Sweetheart, how do you like your rat poison -- medium or well done?

Emily: Uh -- "nah"? Excuse me? Not gonna happen? When is this gonna happen?

Hal: What is the statute of limitations on proposals anyway?

Emily: I don't know. You're the chief of detectives. You tell me.

Hal: Well, today's definitely exhausted.

Emily: All right, then what about tomorrow?

Hal: Emily, you don't pencil in romance.

Emily: Well, then when?

Hal: When the time is right.

Emily: So what? I'm supposed to sit around and wait for you to decide when it's the right time for you to ask me to marry you?

Hal: Exactly.

Emily: Okay, sure, I'll agree to go along with this antiquated idea of how the game is played. But I get to set the time limit. One week -- if you don't propose to me in one week, the deal's off the table.

Hal: You're a pushy broad.

Emily: Oh, you have no idea. One week or less.

Hal: And you don't play fair.

Emily: My money says you won't make it through the week. In fact, I bet you don't last the afternoon.

Hal: And it's a good thing I'm not a gambling man. Let's go.

Alison: So, you're, like, serious? You'll take me to Chicago tonight?

Aaron: Yeah, why not? Lucy and I were hitting the Moe concert -- maybe.

Alison: Oh, you're so lucky. Moe's awesome.

Aaron: Listen, all I'm saying is that if we do end up going, we can drop you off on the way, no problem.

Alison: Thanks.

Lucy: My dad's being so impossible, Aaron. I just can't -- Alison, hi.

Alison: Hey.

Aaron: What happened after I left?

Lucy: Alison, what are you doing here?

Alison: I was looking for you. You haven't returned my phone calls.

Lucy: Sorry. Thanks for the bracelet.

Alison: What's going on?

Lucy: Nothing.

Alison: I hear you're going to the Moe concert tonight. Aaron said I could tag along to visit my dad.

Aaron: I thought you wouldn't mind. Alison's been kind of having a hard time.

Lucy: Join the club.

Aaron: What did your dad say, Lucy? Lucy?

Lucy: Oh, my dad's fine with it.

Aaron: So he's letting you go to the concert?

Lucy: Yeah. As long as we're back by midnight, my dad's totally on board with it.

Rosanna: Hello. How did things go with Lucy?

Craig: I found Aaron Snyder in here with Lucy in pajamas.

Rosanna: Ooh, did you lose your cool, chili dog?

Craig: Of course, and I don't like the way I left things with her. And don't tell me I have to give her her freedom or let her spread her wings or any other age-old adage that she won't understand until she's old enough to know it's not her parents' life work to make children miserable.

Rosanna: Lucy will be okay.

Craig: And you know this because why?

Rosanna: Because she adores you, and she doesn't want to let you down.

Craig: It's not Lucy I'm worried about. She's fallen under the spell of some guy who makes me feel follically challenged.

Rosanna: Come on. Cheer up. I've got great news. Guess who's coming to dinner?

Jack: No, no. Dinner is not an option.

Carly: Be reasonable, Jack.

Jack: Reasonable? Choking down dinner with Craig Montgomery is not reasonable, it's insanity.

Carly: Will you think about it?

Jack: Why don't I think about sticking hot pokers in my eyes while I'm at it?

Carly: You know what this is like? This is like the six degrees of Carly Tenney. It starts with you and then you bashing Craig, who crawls to my sister, who puts in her two cents, which leads us to Lucy who saw her father looking like God knows what, which brings us to Lisa's place, which you guys trashed, and that brings everything back to me. And telling me that you are gonna pay for the damages at Java underground does not help, Jack. It's part of the problem. Now why would Lisa want to be partners with a woman whose boyfriend trashed her nightclub? Please, I wish that I could handle this myself, but I can't. We need to work on this one together, okay? So let's -- let's do it. Let's play nice. Let's go to dinner, please? For me? For our future?

Jack: Okay, fine. I'll do dinner. Don't get your hopes up. This little soiree -- it's not gonna be the end of anything. In my eyes, it's just the start of more trouble.

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