As The World Turns Transcript Tuesday 9/3/02
Provided by Suzanne
Proofread by Ebele
Molly: I'll tell you what I'm not gonna do. I'm not gonna sit back and let Mike end up resenting me because he's stuck in some dead-end job. He is creative, he's talented, he's hardworking. It would be like if you had to go work for some off-the-rack discount warehouse.
Carly: Wait a second. I got it.
Molly: You do?
Carly: I do. A fix, where everybody gets what they want, how they want it, when they want it. And the best part is, nobody's toes get stepped on in the process. Here's what you do -- now, Bob Hughes is always looking for fat cat donors at Memorial, right? So why don't you take a chunk of change off that pile of money you've been sitting on and offer to complete the burn unit?
Molly: Little old me?
Carly: Molly, widows do stuff like that all the time. And, of course, there's just one very small stipulation -- the job goes to Kasnoff Construction. Now, how's that for a plan?
Isaac: Here we go -- two sea breezes. Enjoy. Welcome to Java underground. How may --
Brandy: Hi. Isaac --
Isaac: Stop. Before you say one more word, did I or did I not tell you not to darken my door unless you're willing to come clean about Marshall Travers? Are you ready to sing?
Brandy: Just give me what I want, and I'll be out of your life forever. My final paycheck, please?
Isaac: Your final paycheck?
Brandy: Yeah, the meager pittance I slaved for five nights a week?
Isaac: Ah, yes, that paycheck. I know I have it around here somewhere. Let me look for it. No, I can't find it.
Brandy: That isn't funny, Isaac.
Isaac: You're telling me. This memory loss thing is contagious. First, you can't remember what insidious plans you and Marshall Travers were cooking up, now I can't re -- no, I can't remember where I put your paycheck. Sorry. Guess you'll have to rely on your man, Travers, for pocket money from now on.
Paul: That is it. My father didn't just buy any old lawyer, he's buying himself a district attorney. My father wants to use the district attorney in Oakdale to get himself off the hook.
Marshall: Fertile imagination you have there, Mr. Ryan.
Paul: You know, you have an interesting way of dodging questions, Mr. Travers. I'm sure you're gonna have a brilliant future as a politician. Now, answer my question. Does your interest in becoming district attorney have anything to do with James Steinbeck?
Marshall: Absolutely. It has everything to do with your father. Next question.
Rosanna: I promise you, after tonight, Aaron will be out of Lucy's life forever.
Craig: Big words from such a pretty mouth.
Rosanna: Lucy will see Aaron as the liar and punk you've always known him to be, and she won't even blame you for it. Because Aaron is about to fall from grace with a rather unpleasant thud. Right about now in fact.
Craig: And there'll be no scraping him off the sidewalk?
Rosanna: After tonight, there'll be nothing left to scrape.
Craig: Nothing to trace our source?
Rosanna: No, I don't think anyone will be able to point a finger in our direction. So -- does this serve as a meager indication of my loyalty and devotion?
Craig: Maybe. Is Mike Kasnoff aware of it?
Rosanna: Mike is ancient history.
Craig: Oh. I wonder if he's sticking around. Maybe he's hoping to rekindle an old flame?
Rosanna: Well, if he's sticking around, he certainly can't be sticking around for long without gainful employment, no matter what he says. He'll be off in some distant port of call very soon, I promise. So, you see, everything's going our way. Mike's on his way out of Oakdale. Aaron's gonna be nothing but a brief entry in your daughter's journal -- which leaves you and I free to do as we like, how we like, when we like. Up for it, Montgomery?
Tanya: You said we would be together, that you would come back for me. And then you never even called after you swore on your life that you would never hurt me.
Aaron: I wouldn't.
Tanya: We said we loved each other, Aaron. You were the only decent thing in my life. I had to come find you. I had to!
Aaron: Tanya, what are you doing?!
Alison: My question exactly. Who is this skank anyway?
Lucy: Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you need to keep your hands off my boyfriend.
Tanya: Boyfriend? What, is she joking? When did you start robbing the cradle?
Alison: When he got tired of robbing the grave, maybe?
Tanya: You left me back in Seattle for this little thing?
Lucy: Aaron, what is going on?
Tanya: What is going on is that boyfriend and I are lovers.
Alison: You're what?
Tanya: Lovers. That's grown-up for a special type of boyfriend and girlfriend that have a special type of fun.
Lucy: What are you doing here?
Tanya: Isn't it obvious? I couldn't get him off my mind. I wanted him back in my life, for keeps.
Brandy: You can't withhold my paycheck, Isaac. It's against the law.
Isaac: Oh, so you're miss law-abiding citizen now, huh?
Brandy: Give me what you owe me.
Isaac: As soon as you give me what I want! I'll tell you what I'll do -- I'll call my accountant, and I'll have him cut another check. If we're lucky and he's not on vacation, I'm sure you'll get that check, latest, by the end of next week.
Brandy: I will go to the Police.
Isaac: And tell 'em what? That I lost your check, and I'm doing everything within my power to rectify the situation? You have quite the record with the Oakdale P.D, don't you? I'm sure they'll be more than sympathetic. Let's get 'em on the horn. We'll see what --
Brandy: All right, you know what? I don't want to make any trouble, I just want to get the final --
Isaac: On the other hand, if you are willing to tell me about whatever arrangements you made with Mr. Travers, I might -- I might find the check laying around here somewhere after all.
Brandy: No one plays me for an idiot.
Isaac: Marshall did.
Brandy: Keep your lousy check. I hope you choke on it.
Molly: I just don't know if I can do this to Mike.
Carly: Do what to Mike? You're not doing anything to Mike. You're doing something for him. You want him to stick around, right? Well, give him a reason. Give him a job that he can be proud of.
Molly: That's what Rosanna did, and he ended up resenting her for it.
Carly: Well, that's because that job took him thousands of miles away from the woman he wants. And it was arranged by the hell-beast.
Molly: Carly, I can't do it. As badly as I want Mike here, I just -- I can't start a relationship with a guy built on a humongous lie.
Carly: Hey, look, you're the one who's worried that Mike is gonna be miserable without a time clock to punch. I'm just trying to come up with a solution here.
Molly: What if he finds out?
Carly: You just tell him that you were planning on donating that money all the time, and --
Molly: Okay, hello! Humongous lie number two!
Carly: So what? The Molly Conlan I used to know could tell a dozen good lies before breakfast and look damn good doing it, too.
Molly: Yeah, well, she's gone.
Carly: Hopefully not for long.
Molly: And what's worse is, you had made me feel so guilty about using such a good cause in such a big lie that I really am thinking about giving the burn unit a donation.
Carly: Great! That's great. Tell me -- am I brilliant, or am I brilliant? I'm brilliant, because I know a way that you can donate the money to the hospital and get a job for Mike without bruising his male ego. Interested?
Paul: How can you do that? How can you just sit there and admit you're the devil's advocate and not even blink an eye?
Marshall: I'm an attorney. I have a list of clients from all walks of life. I make no apologies for that.
Paul: Well, guess what, my friend? It's time you did. Are you aware of James' history? Do you have any idea of the crimes that he's perpetrated against family, friends, total strangers -- everybody?! Give me a couple hours, I'll tell you some things you won't read about in any dossier.
Marshall: You're talking about your father, your own blood.
Paul: Yeah. We're related by some accident of birth. But at least I had sense enough to get him out of my life. You should hold yourself to a higher standard. How can you justify taking money from a lowlife like that?
Marshall: Defense attorneys don't always have the best and brightest for clients. Most often, they're at the bottom of the barrel. But everyone has the right to representation. The U.S. Constitution doesn't just recommend it, it demands it. Surely, you can understand that.
Paul: All right, well, tell me something -- does the U.S. Constitution demand you to use your power and authority to aid and abet a degenerate whose sole desire in life is to terrorize innocent people?
Marshall: I'd rather not debate these issues with you.
Paul: You know, you don't think anybody's gonna notice when your first course of action as District Attorney is to drop all outstanding charges against Steinbeck? How does it feel to be owned, Mr. Travers?
Marshall: No one owns me.
Paul: You're planning to let a criminal walk away from his crimes, but I'm not gonna let it happen. I'm gonna tell everybody in this town what you're up to. And then the only vote you will get will be your own.
Tanya: I did miss you, baby. And now that I've got you, you ain't never getting away.
Aaron: Tanya, stop it!
Tanya: What's the matter? You used to love it when I touch you like this. You couldn't get enough.
Aaron: No, no. Lucy, she's lying.
Lucy: I have to go!
Aaron: Lucy --
Tanya: Where are you going?
Aaron: Get off of me!
Tanya: What? Let her go. There isn't anything that little girl can do that I can't do ten times better.
Aaron: Don't you get it? I don't want you. I love her. I'm in love with Lucy.
Supervisor: Where do you think you're going?
Aaron: I need to take a break.
Supervisor: You've already had one.
Aaron: Please, just a couple -- I've got to talk to my girlfriend. Please?
Supervisor: Looks to me like she wasn't in the mood. Now get back to work.
Aaron: Look, I can't. It's important.
Supervisor: Oh, yeah, everything's more important than the job. But just to show you that I've got a heart, let's negotiate. You walk out of here right now, don't bother coming back.
Aaron: Well, I'm sorry. I guess I won't be coming back.
Tanya: What are you staring at?
Alison: Not much.
Tanya: Take a picture. It'll last longer. Do the words "get lost" mean anything to you?
Alison: From you? No. But I'll bet you anything that the words "Rosanna Cabot" mean something to you.
Craig: You're unstoppable.
Rosanna: Me? If I was a truly giving person, I would share you with every woman on earth just so they could know how it's supposed to be done.
Craig: I have a hard enough time keeping up with the one I'm with.
Rosanna: Well, good, because I hate sharing.
Craig: You know, there's a bed right over there. Why don't we ever end up in it?
Rosanna: I don't know. I suppose necessity is the mother of invention. Could you pass me my shirt?
Craig: Oh, yes.
Craig: You are so rare.
Rosanna: Hmm? Am I like an ostrich, like a six-toed cat?
Craig: No -- like all of that.
[Rosanna laughs] which makes -- ooh -- what I have to say all the more difficult. I think maybe you should, uh, go away for awhile.
Rosanna: I beg your pardon?
Craig: That -- that didn't sound right I guess.
Rosanna: No, no. Uh -- being given the old heave-ho 15 seconds after we finish making love? That's kind of a record even for you, Montgomery.
Craig: Well, no, no, I want you to stay. Nothing would make me happier than to have you stay. But you can't. And it's -- you only have yourself to blame.
Rosanna: Oh, really? Well, enlighten me.
Craig: If your scheme works, Lucy will be needing her father's shoulders. I think things would go a lot more smoothly if I don't have to referee between the two of you.
Rosanna: I see. You're a full-time daddy, and I'm your part-time piece on the side? Use me when you need me, keep me out of the loop, out of your heart but definitely in your bed. Is this my -- reward for faithful service, you pig?
Paul: Just wait. Just wait till the voters find out that you are Steinbeck's eyes and ears in this town and that the only reason why you're in this town is to pave the way for the nightmares to return.
Marshall: Just because you say it's true doesn't make it so. I'll deny it.
Paul: Deny it. Be my guest. Don't forget, Oakdale is my home, my family, my friends. They know me. They trust me.
Marshall: Then I'll make it clear that you're misinterpreting the facts. Yes, I did legal work for James Steinbeck in the past. It was so many years ago, I can barely remember the details. My affiliation with him has ended.
Paul: You know what, Travers? You can spin it any way you want, but I will prove that you're lying. You can't stop me.
Marshall: Really? Even after I point out the fact that Paul Steinbeck is the emotionally scarred son of a man who hurt and brutalized his mother? Or shall I remind them that your bitterness is the response of someone whose one and only love left him abandoned? I'll sympathize with your emotional reaction to my candidacy. And I'll be so sweet, it will make your teeth hurt. But as for your charges, I'll deny them categorically. See, when I'm attacked, I dig deeper, I fight harder. And so I'll hammer away at the lackluster, corrupt job Jessica's done as D.A., how she's abused her position. And by election day? All these voters, they'll be punching their chads for yours truly.
Paul: You done? Good. It was a real good job. But, see, the funny thing is that you think you know it all, you got it all figured out, but you don't. Don't get too comfortable here, Travers. 'Cause see, when I'm done with you, I'm gonna have everybody from here to D.C. knowing what kind of crook you are, even if I have to go and find my old man and beat a confession out of him myself. You might have found a friend in Steinbeck, but you just made an enemy with the wrong guy.
Brandy: Who do you think you are hanging up on me? Did you really think you could just ignore me?
Marshall: I'd never ignore one of my prospective constituents.
Brandy: Listen, good counselor, I've got Isaac and Bonnie breathing down my neck, calling me an informer.
Marshall: But you are an informer, Brandy. Why should that word shock you?
Brandy: You came to me, remember? That's the truth. And that's what I'll tell to whoever has two ears to listen -- unless you give me enough cash to get away from this place permanently. Pay me, or I'll spill every single transaction we ever made.
Molly: Okay, so you're saying that you can solve all my problems and keep Mike's ego intact. Is there some magic spell involved here?
Carly: You're gonna love this. You go to Bob Hughes, you hand him a chunk a change to help finance --
Molly: Carly, how can I make you compute? If I go to Bob Hughes, and I tell him to hire Mike, then I am no better than Rosanna.
Carly: No, you don't say diddly to Bob. You're not recommending Mike for this job. Mike already recommended himself for this job. Bob knows he's interested. All you have to do is make an anonymous contribution. Because, of course, you are much too humble and modest to want your name or Jake's splashed across a building for all eternity. So then Bob goes to Mike, he tells him the project's a go, and he hires him without you even having to say a word. So the hospital gets its facility, you keep your man. And love, Molly -- love triumphs over all. What do you think?
Alison: I know Rosanna paid you to get you here. You know, there's a word for girls who get paid for their services. I hope you made a lot, because it looks like you spent a fortune on your cheap little get-up.
Tanya: You know, if I were you, I'd keep my voice down and my nose in my own business. People are staring.
Alison: So how much did Rosanna pay you to fly all the way across the country?
Tanya: I don't know what you're talking about, little girl. So if you knew what's best for you, you'd stay out of my way.
Alison: Oops --
Tanya: What are you doing, you little thief?! Give me back my bag! Give it back.
Alison: Oh, thousands. Look at what we have here. Is that how much you're worth to Rosanna -- thousands?
Tanya: You put it back or I will call the cops.
Alison: Oh, that's a great idea. I'll call them for you. You know, the Chief of Detectives is my brother-in-law, and my sister writes for The Intruder -- this fun little tabloid that'd just love dirt like this.
Tanya: You have five seconds to hand it back or I will take care of your little high school butt myself.
Alison: Well, can you count that high?
Man: Money, money! Whoa!
Supervisor: Young lady, are you working here or not?
Alison: Some people just aren't meant for working. There's just some things that a girl shouldn't do for money. Besides, there's an heiress out there worth gazillions, and she's about to become my new best friend.
Craig: Come on, Rosanna, I have all the faith in the world that, given time, you and Lucy will be the -- the best of friends. Good friends. Friends. Civil to each other.
Rosanna: Wonderful -- all the faith in the world.
Craig: Girls are -- they're protective of their mothers. Give her space, give her time. She'll warm up to you.
Rosanna: But, for now, she despises me, so I have to lay low.
Craig: Not forever! Just for a little. You have to understand how important she is to me that I would make these kind of sacrifices.
Rosanna: Of course I understand that. Of course I do. Why do you think I've done everything that I've done to help her get back on-track? Has it occurred to you that once Lucy has dumped Aaron, she might just go running back to mommy.
Craig: Well, she loves it here.
Rosanna: She loves Aaron. And if she can't have her boyfriend and nonstop romance and excitement, why should she stick around?
Craig: Well, I'd like to think that she'd stay because she loves her daddy.
Rosanna: No. I'm afraid you're setting yourself up for a lot of disappointment.
Craig: What, you're saying you want Lucy to leave?
Rosanna: No. I'm saying I've done everything you've asked me to do, but you can't have it -- everything. You can't have everything that you want. You wanted Lucy and Aaron to break up. I delivered on that. Now, what happens is up to you and Lucy. But has it ever occurred to you that once Aaron is out of the picture, Montega is gonna look like the safest place in the universe? And if that happens, you are only gonna have one person to turn to -- me. So you'd better be nice to me, 'cause I might be all you have left.
Craig: Lucy -- we were just --
Rosanna: Hi, honey. What happened?
Lucy: I am not your honey.
Craig: Whoa, whoa. Hey, what -- what happened to upset you?
Lucy: I don't want to talk about it! Just leave me alone!
Rosanna: My work here is done. Now it's all up to you and those big, strong, capable shoulders. I'll see you soon.
Craig: Sweetness? Huh? What happened? Come on out. Huh?
[Knocking at the door] Aaron?
Aaron: I need to see Lucy, and I need to see her now.
Molly: No, I can't do it. Any way you slice it, Carly, it's still a lie.
Carly: Molly -- hey, this is no time to play nice, Molly. You are up against Rosanna Cabot. Now she's eyeing Mike. She can't wait to get her well-manicured claws into him.
Molly: How many times do I have to tell you? I am not gonna start this new relationship off on some big, huge secret being kept from him. I can't do it.
Carly: Enough, okay? Enough already with this wealthy, respectable widow stuff. We need Molly Conlan here!
Molly: Well, I am Molly McKinnon, and I am respectable. So if that makes you want to disown me for it, so be it. But, Carly, I am a responsible citizen now.
Carly: Does that mean you have to lose your entire backbone? Now the Molly Conlan I know and love would never let anybody or anything get in the way of what she wants. And maybe I'm wrong here. Do you or do you not want Mike in your life?
Molly: Of course I do.
Carly: Then start acting like it. And if it takes one teensie-weensie little lie -- a lie of omission I might add -- to get what you want, then that's what it takes, right?
Carly: No? Did you say -- would you stop saying no?
Molly: No -- I mean yes -- no, no. I'm saying no because I have a better plan, okay? When Mike comes to pick me up, I'm gonna tell him that I was already planning on giving a huge donation to the burn unit. And I'm gonna ask him if I can put in a good word with Bob Hughes.
[Makes buzzer sound] wrong.
Carly: I know how this movie ends, Molly. Mike says no.
Molly: How do you know that?
Carly: Because he's a man. And men like Mike, they don't want their girlfriends putting in a good word for them with anybody. He's gonna get all manly and proud and lone wolfish. He's gonna walk away from the offer. He's gonna walk away from you.
Molly: Well, at least I tried, right?
Carly: Molly, do you really want to let a specimen like Mike get away?
Molly: Just look at that.
Mike: What are you two ladies up to now?
Carly: Oh, nothing. We're just shooting the breeze.
Mike: Mm-hmm. With smiles like those, this has got to be dangerous.
Molly: Carly and I were just talking -- about you.
Mike: Really? Good things I hope. What's the topic? Anything I should know about?
Craig: Aaron, a little late for a visit, don't you think?
Aaron: I need to see Lucy.
Craig: No. Something has happened to upset her. And your presence here leads me to believe that you might be the cause of her distress.
Aaron: Look, something happened at the Country Club, and Lucy misunderstood.
Craig: I doubt it. She's pretty bright.
Aaron: Look, just let her come to the door. I need to explain something.
Craig: Sorry. I'm gonna have to ask you to disappear.
Aaron: No, no. Lucy?! Lucy, I need to talk to you!
Craig: Back to the beach, disco boy.
Aaron: Lucy, I need to see!
Lucy: Daddy! Daddy, let him in.
Craig: Sweetness, I'll explain to Aaron. Just go back to bed.
Lucy: Explain? How? This is between Aaron and me, and he's the one who needs to explain. Can you?
Aaron: Lucy -- Lucy, please don't cry. I don't want to be the one that makes you cry.
Lucy: Was that woman telling the truth? Did you tell her you loved her? Did you say those words to that horrible woman?
Aaron: Yeah, I did.
Brandy: Unless I get some money, and I get it now, I'm talking. Wait till everybody hears the fresh young candidate for D.A. who's buying information for cash. Or maybe I should just go straight to Jessica Griffin first.
Marshall: Good luck. Give Jessica my best. Beautiful woman.
Rosanna: There's no need for a menu. I'm keeping it light and liquid this evening. Vodka, straight up. Thank you. Don't let it get to you, Cabot. That spoiled, rotten little brat will be out of your hair and back in Montega in a couple of days. Hello, Tanya. I understand our transaction has been completed. So I left the final payment for you back at your motel. Why don't you pick it up and get out of town as fast as you can? It's been very nice doing business with you. There's no need to return this call. Okay? Bye.
Alison: Ooh. So we meet again.
Rosanna: Hello. What do you want?
Alison: Well, I thought we could continue the conversation we were having about Lucy and Aaron. I hope this isn't a bad time.
Waiter: Will the young lady be joining you, miss?
Alison: Uh, what's the most expensive drink you guys make?
Rosanna: No, the young lady was just leaving. Thank you. Alison, I'm all out of cryptic conversation this evening.
Alison: Well, we don't need to be cryptic anymore. I know the whole story. There's no mystery anymore.
Rosanna: Really? Well, why don't you share your knowledge? What story do you know all about?
Alison: I know how you paid Tanya trailer trash to throw herself all over Aaron Snyder. It was tacky, it was obvious. And it was oh so you, and you are oh so busted.
Lucy: You told that woman you loved her?
Aaron: Lucy, I was a kid. It was a long time ago. Look, it was before Oakdale. It was before you. I didn't even know what love meant.
Lucy: But you said it anyway?
Aaron: Maybe I said it because I thought she should hear it from somebody that wasn't slamming her face in here and there. It was a bad situation. People say crazy things. But I never promised her anything.
Lucy: All those things she was saying at the Country Club?
Aaron: What, about -- about me coming back to see her? Those were lies, I swear.
Lucy: Why would she say things like that if you didn't mean something to each other?
Aaron: I don't know.
Lucy: She was all over you, Aaron.
Aaron: She doesn't ever act like that. She means nothing to me. I -- I haven't seen her since -- since that night.
Craig: So you got yourself another woman? And I thought you couldn't exist without my daughter?
Lucy: Daddy, could you please give us some privacy?
Craig: If you break her heart, Mr. Party --
Aaron: Everything that happened happened before I met Lucy, okay? You should know that. You're the one that had detectives digging around to pick up stuff on me.
Craig: Oh, yeah. I remember those photographs of you after your booty call's husband found out you were sleeping with his wife.
Lucy: Daddy, please, stay out of this.
Craig: So she's back in your life?
Aaron: The only reason Tanya cCole came to Oakdale is because you paid her.
Craig: I didn't pay anybody.
Aaron: She doesn't have that kind of money to just pick up and go somewhere. She doesn't know where I live. Somebody told her, and somebody paid her. Do you know anybody that's got time and money like that to do that kind of stuff?
Craig: I will assure you --
Aaron: You can keep your assurance, 'cause I know what you've done. I know how you work. Go ahead and tell your daughter what happened. Let her hear it from you.
Lucy: Is that true, daddy? Did you have something to do with this woman coming here to find Aaron?
Mike: Don't you two look like the cats who swallowed the canary? You guys are up to something, and it has something to do with me. Whatever it is, you're kind of freaking me out.
Molly: We were just wondering if there was anything we could do to help you get a job.
Mike: Don't worry about it. I'd rather be here with you than in St. Tropez any day.
Carly: That's so nice.
Mike: Besides, I've already got a job.
Molly: You did? Here in Oakdale?
Molly: What? Doing what?
Mike: I told you about my buddy, Sparky. I can't wait to get under the hood again.
Molly: So you're gonna work for that garage guy you were talking about?
Mike: Why not? Cars were my first love.
Molly: But that doesn't bring you much money, does it?
Mike: I'm not worried about the money, and you shouldn't be here either.
Molly: Who's worried?
Mike: Good. Let's go out and have some fun, all right? There's this great place I want to take you to. Unless there's something else you had to tell me.
Molly: No. No, nothing at all. I'm just glad that you have a friend who can help you out like that. What would we be without friends?
Carly: Oh, I don't know. Jobless, homeless, alone?
Mike: I'm happy to say I am none of the above.
Molly: Great. As long as you've found something that makes you happy, then I'm happy, too.
Mike: That's my girl.
Paul: Hey. Hey, Isaac, just the man I need to see.
Paul: Man, what's going on? How are you?
Isaac: Man, back in town. I heard that. I heard that. Good to see you in one piece. I heard it was a rough trip.
Paul: Yeah, it was. Hey, is Bonnie around by any chance?
Isaac: She's with her mother. You heard what happened with the tv debate with Marshall Travers?
Paul: Yeah. That's why I need to talk to her. If Travers gets elected, he's gonna set it up so that Steinbeck can come back to Oakdale and finish what he started.
Isaac: I don't see what that has to do with Bonnie.
Paul: I need Bonnie's help to bring Travers down.
Marshall: Tell Jessica whatever you want to tell her. It makes no difference to me.
Brandy: You're bluffing. You think I won't walk right over the D.A.'s office and tell her that you paid me for information?
Marshall: Can you prove it? My hands are clean. And if I'm questioned about the matter, I'll say I was offered some damning information about my opponent, so I took it. It's political.
Brandy: It's immoral.
Marshall: But hardly illegal.
Brandy: Once the Press gets wind of this, your precious career goes up in flames.
Marshall: I may take some shots for it in the papers, but it's Jessica who has to explain her actions, not me. And you'll be back out on the street, without a job, without friends, without a helping hand. So go for it. Shout it from the highest mountaintop. But nothing's gonna change, Brandy -- nothing.
Brandy: I will make you wish you had never messed with me, Travers.
Marshall: Too late. You already have.
Rosanna: You know, you're starting to remind me of your sister -- the way she plays with people's lives, jumping from host to host like a parasite.
Alison: You think your family bites? You should spend some time with mine. So, are you going to admit that you brought that hobo from Seattle to break up Lucy and Aaron?
Rosanna: Oh, I'm supposed to think that you actually care about them now after you tried to partner up with me in the old "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours"?
Alison: Well, can't you tell when someone's stringing you along?
Rosanna: I think this conversation is over.
Alison: Not until I get what I came here for.
Rosanna: If you're looking for a confession, I know nothing about this woman from Seattle that you're referring to.
Alison: Well, then how do you think a piece of dried-up trailer trash gets her hands on thousands of dollars?
Rosanna: I don't know. I guess I'll leave speculation about trailer trash to the expert.
Alison: Then I guess you leave me no choice.
Rosanna: Excuse me. That is my phone. What do you think you're doing.
Alison: Well, I -- I bet your phone log is full of calls to Seattle -- a few to the airlines and whatever cheap hotel you put Miss Tanya in.
Rosanna: Look, why don't you just give me back my phone, and we will forget this ever happened?
Alison: I won't. And neither will Lucy and Aaron once they hear about this.
Rosanna: Look, Alison, honey, I think you could be making a mistake by acting in haste, don't you?
Alison: I really think Lucy needs to know about this.
Rosanna: Look, why don't we just sit down, have a little dessert, little something to eat? I'm sure that you and I can find that we have plenty in common.
Alison: I don't want anything in common with something like you.
Rosanna: Okay then. What if I told you that I would pay you to give me back my phone and keep your big mouth shut, hmm? What would you say then?
Waiter: Your steak, sir.
Waiter: Painfully. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. Mr. Steinbeck? Marshall Travers. Oakdale? Full of formidable obstacles. We have some challenges to overcome. Immediately if not sooner.
Isaac: Bonnie's already in this thing too deep. Now it's been tough on Jessica, but Bonnie --
Paul: Listen, if we're gonna bring Travers down, we don't have any time to waste.
Isaac: Look, Paul --
Paul: Listen to me. Just -- all right, just tell her I stopped by and that I want to help and that I'll do anything I can do, okay? Let Bonnie make up her own mind.
Carly: Okay. Well, you guys have a really good time, okay?
Mike: We always do.
Molly: Um, could you maybe just go tell the valet to bring the car around?
Mike: Okay. Meet you outside.
Carly: Well, I'm gonna call the Guinness Book of World Records. That was the fastest 180 I've ever seen.
Molly: So I have a problem going behind his back, but you don't, okay? So this is what you're gonna do -- you're gonna get Bob Hughes on the phone, tell him you're calling on my behalf, tell him I want to make a huge donation to the burn unit anonymously as long as he hires Kasnoff Construction, okay? Tell him that. But pretty it up, you know, the way you do. Got it?
Carly: Are you sure that you want me to do that?
Molly: Carly, did you hear what he said. He's gonna be working for Sparky. Sparky, Carly? He's not gonna be happy with a guy like that, not for long. He needs something more.
Carly: And you are just the woman to give it to him?
Molly: Yeah. Maybe I am.
Craig: Did I have anything to do with this Tanya Cole coming to Oakdale? I promised you and your mother that I would try to stay out of this aspect of your life.
Lucy: I know what you said.
Aaron: Tell her the truth.
Craig: The truth? I know nothing about this babe coming to Oakdale. That's the truth.
Aaron: Month after month, he's been hounding us, trying to get between us, trashing me every opportunity he has.
Craig: Oh, I've been very patient.
Aaron: You've made me your pet project all summer long. I love your daughter. And you're so afraid that she loves me back. Lucy, do you really think he gave up on you just like that? I mean, I didn't, and I won't.
Craig: Lucy, I wouldn't lie to you about anything as important as that.
Aaron: You can't believe him. Don't let him do this to us.
Craig: Sweetness, all I want is the best for you.
Lucy: And all I want is to be happy.
Craig: Does this guy make you happy?
Aaron: Look, don't listen to him. You can't trust him.
Lucy: I don't know who to trust anymore. I'm sorry. I can't do this right now. You need to leave.
Lucy: Please -- just go.
Rosanna: So why don't you just give me that phone, and we'll have a little dessert?
Alison: No, thanks. I lost my appetite.
Rosanna: I could make it worth your while.
Alison: Are you bribing me, Ms. Cabot?
Rosanna: No, not bribe you. Certainly not. You have proven yourself to be very smart, quite capable and downright diabolical.
Alison: Well, what can I say? It's a gift, it's a curse.
Rosanna: In fact, you have convinced me that I could use your personal brand of assistance. So why don't you name your price for your services, and I'll pay it? After you give me back my phone.
Alison: Oh, and that's all?
Rosanna: You have two choices as I see it -- you can go and be Lucy's personal hero and best friends for all of five minutes before she shuts you out of her life again, or you could walk out of here with so much money that you will never have to think about a part-time job for, well, a long while.
Alison: Wow. You'd do all of that just for me?
Rosanna: And more possibly. So name your price. I'll pay it.
Alison: Money's nice. I -- I like money. In fact, there's only one thing I like more -- watching you squirm.
Rosanna: Alison? Alison, come back here, you lying little tramp!
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