ATWT Transcript Wednesday 8/7/02


As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 8/7/02

By Suzanne
Proofread by Ebele

[Doorbell rings]

Singer: And she was flattered by the sun

Isaac: Good day, Madame.

Bonnie: Hello, kind, sir. Welcome.

Isaac: Mm. Very nice. You've got the ambience turned up a few notches.

Bonnie: Ah, thank you for noticing. Sit.

Isaac: I must say, I wasn't expecting all this.

Bonnie: And by "all of this" would you mean a late summer brunch with champagne a l'orange.

Isaac: Hmm --

Bonnie: A creamless fresh pea soup with truffled snow pea salad.

Isaac: Nice. 'Cause you know a brother can't do dairy.

Bonnie: Mm-hmm. Smoked lobster tails and grilled margherita pizza. And are you loving this? Have you ever heard of a mojito?

Isaac: Cuban, isn't it? It's white rum and lime -- Bonnie, I'm officially impressed. You did all this yourself?

Bonnie: Well, why bother when you can hire a personal chef?

Isaac: That's duchess money talking.

Bonnie: Perks of the title. But actually, I hired her for us. I've been giving our future together some serious thought.

Isaac: And that future would include a personal chef?

Bonnie: Well, not necessarily. But it does get the ball rolling for formalizing our relationship.

Isaac: "Formalizing"?

Bonnie: Our relationship as partners.

Isaac: We are partners, Bonnie. I want to share my whole life with you.

Bonnie: Does that include a stake in Java underground?

Molly: Hey, you.

Mike: Hey.

Molly: What's wrong?

Mike: That was quick.

Molly: I didn't need the psychic hotline to figure it out. It's written all over your face. Come on, come in.

[Door closes]

Mike: There's no real easy way to launch into what I have to say, so I'm just going to say it. I got an offer that I don't think I can refuse. It's a pretty big construction job.

Molly: That's great! Shouldn't you be jumping up and down holding up your tool belt in triumph?

Mike: It's not exactly a local project.

Molly: Where is it?

Mike: Caracas.

Molly: As in Venezuela?

Mike: I have to leave by the end of the day tomorrow.

Emily: Oh, just one more thing -- no birds of paradise, please. Those flowers scare me. Right, just keep it simple. I'm almost done.

Hal: No carnations either.

Emily: No carnations either. Any other flowers you particularly like?

Hal: Birds of paradise.

Emily: I'm done. Call me with any questions. Thank you. What were you doing out there?

Hal: Fixing a garage door motor that needed fixing.

Emily: Thank you.

Hal: A squeaky garage door motor that somebody was supposed to help me with.

Will: Dad, I'm the star pitcher this week. I have to practice.

Hal: Yeah, well, superstars have chores too. And don't forget, you got your tux fitting today. We're gonna fit you for your tux.

Will: Eh --

Hal: What is this? Moaning and groaning about dad's big day, huh?

Emily: Well, you are gonna look great.

Will: Promise?

Emily: Promise?

Hal: And no more bailouts for practice. I want you ready, willing and available to go to this fitting with Emily.

Barbara: Emily doesn't ve to trouble herself.

Will: Mom!

Barbara: Hey, honey.

Will: Hi.

Barbara: What a milestone. My big guy is going for his first fitting for his tuxedo. I'll take him.

Tom: Your aunt Margo is gonna pretend she's fine, but she does get tired very quickly. Now, she's been asking for you. I just wanted you to know what the deal was.

Lucy: Okay. Aaron?

Aaron: Hey, how are you doing, Mr. Hughes?

Tom: Nice to see you, Aaron.

Lucy: What are you doing here?

Aaron: My grandma heard about aunt Margo in the hospital, so she baked these oatmeal cookies for her.

Tom: Ah, Margo's favorite. You gotta love Emma. Wait here for a minute. I'm gonna see if she's up yet for visitors.

Aaron: It's nice to see you, Luce.

Lucy: Really?

Aaron: Yeah, I mean, I was worried that you might have gotten busted for sneaking out last night.

[Phone rings]

Lucy: No, my dad didn't find out I went to the farm. So, did you take Alison home?

Aaron: Yeah.

Lucy: Did you stop for coffee or did you take her straight home?

Aaron: I took her straight home. Is it me, or are you just like --

Tom: Hey. Whenever you guys are ready.

Lucy: Oh remember, we're not a couple. Oh, wait -- you're doing a pretty good job acting like that anyway. Sorry.

Margo: Hey, now this is a pleasant surprise. Let's skip the formalities. Give me that can. It looks like a can of cookies.

Tom: I'm gonna make a few phone calls.

Margo: Yeah, yeah. Oh, it's good to see you again. I know of some people in town who wanted to put an APB out on you.

Aaron: Yeah, it was pretty dumb taking off without telling anybody.

Margo: That's okay. People do dumb things all the time. It's good to see you two together again.

Lucy: We're not -- together. I mean, we broke up.

Margo: You did? Really? What for?

Tom: Craig? Craig?

Craig: Oh -- hey, how is she?

Tom: I wish the news were better. John has reason to believe that she may have developed liver cancer.

Craig: Cancer?

Tom: Yeah, it's a complication of the disease.

Craig: But -- didn't you just say "reason to believe"? So we don't know for sure?

Tom: Yeah, we won't know anything for sure until the tests come back. John is hopeful. I just wanted you to know it's a real possibility. So we need to step up and keep her spirits high.

Craig: Well, yeah. I brought everything short of a Shetland pony to distract her. But I got to tell you, it is not gonna be easy seeing her struggle.

Tom: Well, that's kind of my point. Whatever's going on with you right now is not an issue. We need to support Margo and help her beat this thing.

Craig: Well, yeah. Well, maybe I shouldn't bother today? Maybe she's not up for visitors?

Tom: No, no, she's okay with visitors. In fact, Lucy and Aaron are in there right now.

Margo: Wait a minute, you two. You really expect me to believe that there is nothing more to the story? You just decided to go your separate ways? Ur

Lucy: Daddy, this isn't what you think!

Margo: Craig. What is it everyone's afraid you're thinking?

Craig: Aaron, this is a family affair. I'd like you to leave. Now, please.

Hal: Barbara, we've already made plans to take Will to this fitting, so --

Barbara: Well, I just thought I could help.

Emily: No thanks. I got it covered.

Hal: Will, would you mind going upstairs for a minute?

Will: Why? So you guys can fight?

Hal: I don't think anybody wants that. But there are some things that we do need to discuss.

Will: I don't care who takes me to that stupid fitting. I'll just ride my bike.

Barbara: No, no, no, no. No, you won't. I didn't realize that Emily had already made plans. I'm just trying to do my part.

Hal: You're right, Will. We are going to fight. We try to avoid it, but sometimes we can't. Take it upstairs, buddy. I'll be up to get you in a little while.

Barbara: What do you call that? Constructive honesty? How do you expect a boy that age to absorb what you just said?

Hal: Barbara -- after what that boy has endured with the two of us this last year, there is no sugar-coating anything. He wouldn't buy it, and he doesn't deserve it. Now what do you want?

Barbara: Isn't it obvious? I'm here to see my son.

Emily: Of course, it didn't occur to you that Will might be busy today since his father is getting married tomorrow.

Barbara: Do you always speak in accusations?

Emily: No, actually, I know some pretty good four-letter words if you'd prefer.

Barbara: Emily Stewart, gutter mouth? I'm shocked!

Hal: All right, I am not here to score rounds between the two of you. Barbara, whatever you came over here for, your timing is lousy. Now you know it, and we know it, and I don't want to dissect it. Now, Will is busy, so adios.

Barbara: Is there some new rule I don't know about, Hal? Some two-week notice I have to give to see my own flesh and blood?

Emily: How about you just call first. Tom and I have managed to show that much courtesy to each other over the years. You can now leave my home.

Barbara: You will not tell me when or how or where I will see my son. I will leave, Hal, out of courtesy to you. But Emily, my son William lives here. I will stop by often! Get used to it.

[Door slams]

Emily: Does she always get the last word?

Hal: As long as I've known her.

Emily: Not in this family, she won't.

Isaac: I came over here for coffee and a bagel, and you launch into a business deal?

Bonnie: This is about Java underground -- a place where you and I both spend a significant amount of time. A place where I'm very attached to and emotionally invested in.

Isaac: Which I appreciate. I love that about you. But it's just a bar.

Bonnie: That could be so much more. I mean, Oakdale's ready for something upscale. Not quite the Lakeview, but a step up from yo's. And just a little revamping -- a little revamping could really boost our revenue, Isaac, don't you think?

Isaac: I need clarification on this "we/us" thing that you keep talking about.

Bonnie: So you do have a problem with me being your partner at Java underground?

Isaac: When you say partner -- you keep saying partner -- what do you mean? You mean like part-owner? You want a part of my baby?

Bonnie: I want to help you raise your baby and create a cultured, refined adult.

Isaac: First of all, let me hit you off with a few business tips, partner. One, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Two, I have a business partner, and her name is Lisa. And third, my joint is always jumping. Even T. Marshall said it was cool.

Bonnie: Travers?! Since when does his opinion matter more than mine? And for your information, if you think he is the great know-it-all of our time, he said I was wasting my potential working in your "joint." How does that grab you?

Mike: I'll be gone six months, at least.

Molly: Sounds like a really big job.

Mike: Yeah, it's a new school. It's state-of-the-art. The offer came out of the blue from someone that I worked with years ago. I didn't even know he still had my name left in his rolodex.

Molly: Wow. South America --

Mike: Yeah. Lot of frequent flyer miles on that one. So I guess we should address the burning question, which is where does that leave us?

Molly: At good-bye, I guess.

Isaac: When did Travers imply that you were wasting your life at Java underground?

Bonnie: My potential.

Isaac: I stand corrected. Your potentially great life.

Bonnie: He was here last night.

Isaac: Here? What for?

Bonnie: To tell my mother, in her face, that he's running for the D.A.'s office. You don't look surprised.

Isaac: It was in the papers today. Jessica must be pretty upset.

Bonnie: Actually, she hasn't said much of anything. I wish she would scream, yell, holler, whatever, but it's just not her style. She just does that stiff upper lip thing and climbs onto the next mountain.

Isaac: You could tell that Travers had something planned. But I don't know why he wants to stay around Oakdale. Or why he didn't waste a single beat before he stuck his nose in our business.

Bonnie: I'm sure you'll figure it out. But what I don't understand is why is it that I'm good enough to bring in very good clientele, good Press, make the staff very, very happy, but not good enough to have a say in how the place is run.

Isaac: Okay, let's just discuss this later. Let's eat.

Bonnie: And I pulled off that hospital burn unit event, which you wouldn't have even had if it weren't for me. And I just helped you get back your liquor license. Is anyone seeing a pattern here?

Mike: Well, there's good-bye and "till we meet again. You and I have a pretty good thing here. I'm not ready to just throw that away here, are you?

Molly: You're not leaving me much of a choice, Mike. I mean, as of tomorrow, you're gonna be flying to the other side of the equator. That changes things. Long distance always does. So whatever we have -- which has barely even started, by the way -- doesn't have much of a chance of survival.

Mike: Then pack a bag.

Molly: What?

Mike: Come with me.

Molly: Well, you -- do what? Abandon my daughters in Bay City? Leave Abigail? Leave my job to sit around and what, read a book? You're a man with a plan, Mike Kasnoff.

Mike: What am I supposed to do? Sit around here until you decide to open up your heart to me? I mean, I've gotta make a living!

Molly: Yes! Okay, yeah, go! Go to Venezuela, hammer some nails! Nobody is stopping you! Just go!

Mike: Are you kicking me out?

Molly: Yeah, you're 86'd! Because you can't just come in here stirring me up with all this hoo-hah about, "look at what we have, Molly. Give it a name, Molly." So just get out.

Mike: Is that what you really want?

Molly: Oh, wait a minute. Take these.

Mike: What is this? Sunglasses?

Molly: You know what they say, when your future's so bright, you'll need some shades. And plus, they'll come in handy down there.

[Mike scoffs]

[door slams]

Molly: Mike?!

Mike: Shh. I'm incognito.

[Molly laughs]

Emily: You know what? The idea of that woman having absolutely anything to do with our wedding, it's like someone scratching a chalkboard and plucking out your nose hair at the same time.

Hal: Ooh. Well, don't worry about it, because I am not going to let anything spoil this beautiful day.

[Doorbell rings]

Emily: Thank you. Please -- please, God, don't let that be her.

Hal: Hey, Tom.

Tom: I'm a little pressed for time.

Emily: Oh, well then I guess I won't offer you turkey on wheat.

Tom: Look, I need a favor. Can you please watch Daniel for a few days?

Emily: Uh -- a few days, meaning starting tomorrow or the next day?

Tom: Yeah, yeah. See, Margo's in the hospital. I need to spend as much time with her as I possibly can.

Craig: Aaron, I asked you to leave. Would you like me to show you how?

Margo: Oh, Craig, come on please. I like Aaron. I like seeing his face. He brought me these cookies from Emma.

Aaron: Nah, I don't want to stress anyone out. You guys should visit. Margo, I hope you feel better.

Margo: Thank you, baby. Thanks for coming. Thank Emma for the cookies.

Aaron: I will. See ya, Lucy.

Craig: No you won't. Lucy, want to explain what's going on?

Lucy: We live in the same town, dad. Did you really think I'd never run into him? Get a grip.

Margo: Hey, what'd you do that for?

Craig: Ah, it's just trouble in the house of capulet. But never mind that. What about these flowers and the candy and the magazines and the elephant.

Margo: Oh --

Craig: Petey the pachyderm.

Margo: Elephant! You brought me an elephant.

Craig: Yes. Well, I'm trying to re-create your idyllic childhood.

Margo: Wow. Well, if you really wanted to re-create my childhood, where's all the posters of Angie Dickinson, huh? You know, Angie Dickinson? Pepper policewoman? Pepper? I had posters of Pepper Anderson all over my room. You don't remember?

Craig: Hmm. That shows how much I've retained of our misspent youth.

Margo: Aw, it wasn't that bad. We laughed a lot. I love you, Craig.

Craig: Despite my being the bane of your existence even since childhood?

Margo: Yeah.

Craig: You know how important you are to me? You've always been my touchstone to the rest of the world. I love you, too.

Margo: All right, that's enough. Stop, stop. Just, you know -- you're not at my grave site here, Craig. All right? But as long as we're getting serious, I do have a favor to ask you.

Craig: Anything.

Margo: You can't tell Tom or John.

Craig: That doesn't sound very good.

Margo: Well, you see, a nurse came by here with a questionnaire and on the questionnaire it had a section asking if the patient has a living will. And whereas I hadn't planned on drawing one up for a good 40 years --

Craig: No, no, wait, you just said you weren't going to die.

Margo: You just said "anything."

Craig: Yeah. Yes, I did. And we both know anything could happen.

Margo: Just make the arrangements for me, because Tom is usually the one in the family who handles all the legal issues, and I'm not gonna put him through this.

Craig: Well, okay. I know a few lawyers, just to get you out of my hair.

Margo: Okay, good. And one more thing -- I need a DNR.

Craig: A "do not resuscitate"?

Margo: Yeah -- yeah, I need that. Because, if I'm in the kind of situation where I just can't, um -- I just need everyone to let me go. Can you do that for me?

Hal: Margo's in the hospital? What's going on?

Tom: Yeah, John's admitted her. She needs to have some tests done.

Emily: Well, why is she staying in the hospital if all John wants to do is run a few tests?

Tom: Well, these tests are a little more involved. They require her that she stay there a few nights and get some rest. I just wanna be with her.

Emily: Yeah, sure. I mean, it's no problem. I'd love to have Daniel with us. I mean, he's going to be at the wedding ceremony tomorrow, right? So --

Tom: Oh, the wedding! I'm sorry.

Hal: It's all right, Tom. Don't worry about it.

Emily: Yeah, we'll postpone the honeymoon as long as you need.

Tom: Thanks so much, and congratulations.

Hal: Disappointed?

Emily: To have Daniel with me? No, never. Tom, on the other hand, is a terrible liar.

Hal: Well, you think he's overreacting about this thing with Margo?

Emily: He's a lawyer! He's trained not to overreact to anything. I must -- I'm not buying this "just a few tests" thing.

Hal: I know what you mean. Margo wouldn't be in the hospital for an hour if it wasn't absolutely necessary. You know, the last time I saw her, I thought she looked tired. I'm glad John convinced her to take care of herself.

Emily: Yeah, he must've held a gun to her head. Nothing keeps that woman down. That's why none of this makes any sense to me. Will, it's fitting time!

Hal: Why is it that reporters never believe anything they hear?

Emily: The same reason cops don't.

Lucy: I was hoping you'd be here.

Aaron: Yeah? Why?

Lucy: I wanted to apologize for my dad. Aunt Margo was really glad to see you. Coming to the hospital, that was really sweet. My dad had no right telling you to leave.

Aaron: I know how he feels about me. What I don't know is how you're feeling about me right now.

Lucy: I don't really know what to think. You know, last night, I snuck out, you almost get arrested, and then you run off with Alison and leave me in the barn standing there like an idiot.

Aaron: I didn't "run off" with Alison. She got busted at the Country Club for covering us, so I took her home --

Lucy: On your motorcycle.

Aaron: What's the big deal?

Lucy: It's a huge deal to Alison.

Aaron: And to you, too, I guess. You jealous?

Lucy: Of Alison? Please! Is there some reason I should be?

Aaron: No!

Lucy: I don't know, I just -- I don't really like this whole deal of you pretending to be her boyfriend.

Aaron: Lucy, the only reason I'm doing this is so you and I can see each other.

Lucy: I know, but sometimes I just start to think maybe you're getting caught up in it the same way Alison is.

Molly: I had a much different scenario in mind. Like, I thought we'd have all the time in the world to take small, safe, little baby steps. And now, suddenly, that's not the case.

Mike: I like driving a car real fast, but I don't need my life to go like that. And I don't expect anything from you, Molly.

Molly: Then why were you standing out in the hallway when I opened the door?

Mike: Because I knew you'd open it.

Molly: What if I didn't?

Mike: Remember that I told you I'd be waiting when you said I'd open up the door to your heart? I'm just glad you only left me out there for about 30 seconds.

Molly: It was longer than that! Come on.

Mike: Not by much. Hmm, nice catch.

Molly: Now what?

Mike: I don't have a clue.

Molly: I'm really glad that you didn't leave.

Mike: Me, too. Of all the racetracks I've ever driven on, I've never encountered as many high-speed turns as old zig-zag McKinnon.

Molly: I'm not trying to be difficult.

Mike: It ain't worth much if it comes too easy, all right?

Molly: I'm not some trophy in the Turkey 2000, Mike. I'm just me.

Mike: Look, just you is worth going the distance for, all right? Whatever happens.

Craig: Margo, I can accept what you're asking me. But, what I can't accept is that you're automatically going to assume the worst here. Are you even gonna fight?

Margo: Yeah. I want to live, Craig. I -- that's all I can say.

John: Sorry, am I interrupting?

Margo: No, no, no. We're done. We're done.

John: Goodness gracious! Ha, ha! It looks like the circus has come to town.

Margo: It's just Craig. He doesn't know when to stop.

Craig: You'll take care of her, will you?

John: Sure, sure.

Margo: I'm counting on you, Craig.

John: How are you feeling?

Margo: Did you get those test results back yet?

John: No. No, we didn't.

Margo: No? Well, that's okay. I'm -- I'm feeling good about everything, John, because I'm in your hands and I know that you're the best.

John: Oh, you got that right. Yes, I am the best. By the way, I wanted to tell you -- I sent for Katie.

Margo: You did?

John: Yes.

Margo: How did you track her down all the way in Avanya?

John: Oh, you know, I just pulled a couple strings like that. You did wanna see her, didn't you?

Margo: Oh, you know, John, it sounds just so suspiciously like, "everybody hurry home and say good-bye to Margo before she dies."

John: You get this whole thing backwards all the time. Your friends and your family, they wanna be here, they wanna cheer you on as you survive. That's the story.

Margo: Okay.

John: You do wanna see her, don't you? Oh, God. Don't thank me or anything like that.

Margo: Katie, Katie, Katie-did. Why don't you come home and make me laugh?

Aaron: Don't act like I'm enjoying this thing with Alison.

Lucy: I just wish our plans to be alone together at Emily's wedding didn't totally depend on Alison.

Aaron: Don't worry. It's gonna be okay.

Lucy: Sometimes I feel like you're just going to give up because everything's so hard with us.

Aaron: Don't say that. I'm never giving up. I wish I could hold you right now.

Lucy: Me too.

Aaron: I'll never stop trying to find ways for us to be together. I have big plans for us tomorrow.

Lucy: You do? What?

Aaron: You'll have to find out.

Lucy: I should go. I don't want my dad to even come close to seeing us together. Thanks again for bringing aunt Margo those cookies.

Aaron: Yeah, she's cool. I hope she feels better. So, I'll see you tomorrow night at the wedding?

Lucy: I can't wait. I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Isaac: Listen, I hear what you're saying, but have you heard anything that I'm saying? Java underground is my dream -- long before I met you. And don't pout or give me that evil eye when you hear this, but the truth is, I don't want a partner.

Bonnie: Oh.

Isaac: Can't you understand a man just wanting to be captain of his own ship?

Bonnie: So you're turning me down?

Isaac: I'm just trying to reach some kind of understanding.

Bonnie: Here's what I'm understanding, Isaac. This whole partner thing is just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe allowing me to have some real control over your life is what you're really scared of.

Barbara: Hey!

Will: Mom! I thought you left.

Barbara: Um, I did, but I came back, because I -- forgot to give you something.

Will: Great! How did you know I needed a new one?

Barbara: Well, honey, you haven't had a new glove in years, and I figured, "that hand is growing." You're growing like a weed, aren't you?

Will: Yeah, the guy at the tuxedo store said I was kind of big for my age.

Barbara: Yeah -- so Emily took you to your fitting? Good. Are you excited about your dad's wedding?

Will: Yeah, I get to be the best man and everything. I might even be able to help DJ.

Barbara: Cool.

Will: But, I guess I won't see you there, will I?

Barbara: No -- no. That's okay. I understand. And, hey, I was thinking, you know, when your dad and Emily go on their honeymoon, won't you come and stay with me for a while. Would you like that? Good.

Hal: Hey, Will. I didn't know you were back.

Will: Yeah, Emily just dropped me off. Check out this new glove that mom gave me.

Hal: Nice leather! Good pocket. Hey, listen -- would you mind? Your mom and I need to talk.

Will: Can I go show this to Joe and Mike?

Hal: Sure can.

Barbara: See you later.

Will: Bye.

Hal: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Emily: Margo?

Margo: Emily, what -- um, what happened? What's the matter? Is Hal out there?

Emily: No -- no, just me. Tom came by to tell us that you were in the hospital.

Margo: Tom told you and Hal that I was here?

Emily: Yeah, so I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.

Margo: Huh. Oh, just peachy, Emily. So, uh, pull up the old visitor's chair, and put in time.

Emily: Wow, this is so not your style, all cooped up like this, huh?

Margo: Oh, no, no. It's like a vacation.

Emily: You know, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since I escaped that nightmare spa. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated you looking after Daniel when I was gone.

Margo: Oh, I love Daniel. He's like one of my own.

Emily: Yeah, I know. You've always been there for him. And, even when I put you and your family through the wringer -- I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all of that --

Margo: Yeah, yeah, Emily, you know, you really don't have to do this.

Emily: No, I need to. I need you to know that I appreciated you and your generosity. And I just -- I want you to know that you are a much better woman than I -- than I could ever be.

Margo: Yes, I am! And I will continue to be. I mean, I'm not dead yet. Please. I mean, even if I have to get up out of my death bed and prove it to all of you --

Emily: I -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I just --

Margo: It's all right, I just --

Emily: Margo! Margo!

Isaac: Okay, what if I told you this whole conversation has actually been a wake-up call for me?

Bonnie: Really?

Isaac: Definitely. I've been thinking of buying Lisa out, maybe even taking out a loan to do so. The one dream in my life, besides meeting somebody like you, has been to own that place, make all the decisions myself.

Bonnie: Oh.

Isaac: Don't start.

Bonnie: Then you'd better leave.

Isaac: Yeah, I mean, I got a lot of work to do. So, I'm going go see you at the club later.

Bonnie: Probably not. I've got a lot to do.

Isaac: Like what?

Bonnie: Like look for another new job. That way, you can hire who you want, fire who you want, and do everything just the way you want.

Hal: Carting the kid around to a hotel every time you wanna see him isn't the answer either.

Barbara: It sounds to me like you're having a problem with me seeing will at all.

Hal: Oh, that's not true.

Barbara: You just have no intention of following through with any custody agreement that doesn't suit you?

Hal: On the eve of my wedding? No.

Barbara: Don't push me to do something I don't wanna do, Hal.

Hal: Are you threatening me? icon

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