As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 5/12/04
Proofread by Emma
Kim: "A beginner's guide to pottery," "Ceramics for Dummies"?
Alison: I'm just studying for class.
Kim: I mean, why are you wasting your time with this? You already know all this stuff.
Alison: That's very sweet, but --
Kim: No, no, it's true.
Alison: Oh, I'm just a beginner, just like the rest of the class.
Kim: You have a real talent for this, and I can't wait to see this blossom.
Alison: It's really not that big of a deal.
Kim: Well, I think so. You shouldn't underestimate your talent. Actually, between you and me, I have always wanted to know how to work with clay. I mean, people say that it's kind of therapeutic.
Alison: Yeah, that's what they say.
Kim: So anyway, Bob, of course, is gonna clean the garden shed out this weekend to make room for the wheel, and I've been thinking what I will do is clear some time out of my schedule, and maybe you can teach me, too. Should we give it a whirl? Shall we?
Margo: Jessica, you gotta relax. I am not infatuated with anyone, let alone Doc Reese.
Jessica: You already told me you were flattered by the attention.
Margo: Well, that's a far cry from a full-blown infatuation.
Jessica: So why are you blushing?
Margo: I'm not blushing.
Margo: All right, all right. You've done your job. You have warned me about the dangers of smiling at a man that's not my husband.
Jessica: And you are ignoring me.
Margo: Well, yes, with good cause. There's nothing to worry about. I'm a very happily married woman with a grown son out of the house and another kid warming up in the bullpen. And there's neither need nor time for any sort of fantasy life.
Jessica: There's always time.
Margo: What's -- what's wrong with flirting? Hmm?
Jessica: Nothing. Unless you're flirting with disaster.
Doc: You know what to do?
Production assistant: Yup.
Doc: There you go. Thanks, my man.
Stage manager: Okay, we are back in 15 seconds with sports. You ready, Doc?
Doc: Baby, I was born ready.
Stage manager: All right. All right, kids, settle down.
Process server: Hey, is that Doc Reese?
Production assistant: Yeah. And you are?
Process server: Oh, I'm over here.
Stage manager: Quiet on the floor, please! And we are back in five, four, three --
Doc: Good evening, Oakdale, and good news to Chicago Bulls fans out there. Some key players will come off the disabled list just in time to make a big difference. Dare we dream of a seventh NBA championship? The doctor is in, after a brief word from our sponsors.
Rosanna: Craig? Craig?
Jordan: Who is that, your ex?
Jordan: What does he want?
Rosanna: He's not picking up! Craig, where are you? It's Rosanna. What are you doing? Where is my baby, you bastard?
Craig: Hey. Hey, big man. I believe things are finally turning around. Hmm? 'Cause Daddy's taking care of business. Just like always.
Dalma: What should Dalma do?
Craig: Your sister said you served in the rebel army in your country, huh? Good. Good, because I'm entrusting you with my son here. I want you to defend him with your life.
Dalma: Dalma is entrusting you with INS. You help me, I help you. And you pay.
Craig: Yeah, don't I just. The money's in this envelope here, okay? Half now, half when I return. But you don't leave this room. Nobody comes in. You don't let anybody in that door except me. All right? Okay. And if anyone tries to take this boy, I want you to use that combat training. Use whatever means necessary. Understand that?
Dalma: Dalma understand everything.
Craig: Yeah, I can tell. All right. Cabot, Daddy's going to be home soon. All right? Daddy's gonna be back with Mommy. Remember Mommy? Crazy little blonde? Yeah. Yeah. Mommy's gonna be back. We'll all be a family again. Huh? Back to the way things were meant to be.
Jordan: I know we've only been married for a couple of hours, but you're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later.
Rosanna: Well, it's gonna have to be later. Okay? I promise.
Jordan: What was the call about?
Rosanna: I can't talk about this right now. I have to go.
Jordan: To find Craig?
Jordan: Does he have your son? Is he threatening you?
Rosanna: No! Look, everything is fine. Okay? Or, it will be, as soon as I meet with Craig. But it is imperative that I leave now.
Jordan: Rosanna, I married you because you said it was the only way to keep Cabot safe from some unknown danger, and all of a sudden, the danger is just gone?
Rosanna: Or it's been replaced by another. I can't really tell you anything that I don't know.
Jordan: You're just as frightened as you were before.
Rosanna: I will be fine. I will explain everything when I come back here with Cabot, but you have to let me leave now. Please. Thank you. You've been really understanding. Okay? And I swear this will all be worth it when I come back here with Cabot. I promise.
Paul: Jack, you're out of your jurisdiction here. Now, what is going on with Rosanna? Is she looking for Cabot?
Jack: This isn't your problem, Paul. If she wanted your help, she would've asked.
Paul: Well, did she ask you? Did she ask anyone?
Press #1: Mr. Ryan that was an awesome show tonight. We need a statement.
Jack: Yeah, don't you have a fashion show to worry about? You do your job, let me do mine.
Paul: That's very nice of you, thank you, but I'm sure you'd much rather talk to Carly.
Jack: Go. Do your interview. Dazzle 'em for the second time tonight.
Press #1: I'd love to talk to you. I really love the designs –
Rosanna: Hi, excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but can I talk to you for a second?
Carly: Hey. Yeah.
Rosanna: Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt your big night, but I need you.
Carly: No, no, what's going on? Jack just said that Cabot is missing?
Rosanna: Well, not for much longer. You got to come with me.
Rosanna: Craig has Cabot.
Carly: He does?
Rosanna: Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go meet him now, but I'll explain everything to you, okay? On the way to the chapel.
Carly: The chapel? What are you talking about?
Rosanna: There's no time to explain! Okay? Just go with me now, okay?
Carly: Okay. Okay.
Doc: Yes, sir. And I'll be back with more highlights, after these brief messages.
Stage manager: And we are out. We're back in 30 seconds.
Doc: Hey, actually, buddy. You're in my light just a little bit. Could you just move?
Process server: Could I actually get your autograph, doc?
Doc: Yeah, man. No sweat.
Stage manager: 15 seconds.
Process server: You've been served.
Doc: Hey, hey. You come here for a minute!
Stage manager: We're back in four, three, two --
Doc: What do you mean coming up to my place and serving me a paper? What's all this, man?
Process server: Take your hands off my tie!
Doc: This is my job! You don't come to my job and serve me some papers!
[All talking at once]
Kim: I can't wait to see this thing in action. And you working on your latest creation -- ta-da!
Alison: I don't work very well with people watching over my shoulder. And that's why I'm always staying so late, because I get really nervous, and then I have to keep starting over again.
Kim: Well, that's all the more reason to have a wheel here at home. Then you can practice private and get over your stage fright. So what about it? Do you have this thing turned on?
Alison: Not yet.
Kim: So, how does it work? Shall we give it a crack? Oh, wait a minute. Listen -- hold on, just want to see the news. I don't want to miss that tonight. [Sounds of argument] Oh, my God! Oh, my God. Have you completely lost your mind?
Alison: I'm sorry, I should've told --
Kim: Oh, no! Tell me I'm not seeing what I'm seeing.
Alison: Who is that?
Kim: My sportscaster. This is Kim Hughes. Are you all dead in the control room? Cut to the commercial! I'm on my way in!
Jack: You gotta let me do my job, Paul.
Paul: I'm not trying to stop you from doing your job, Jack. I'm trying to help you do your job.
Jack: You want to atone for your sins, go see a priest. But Rosanna and Cabot, they're not your problem. And you've got enough on your plate. Your mother's scheduled for brain surgery, you got this fashion show that's gonna be on the cover of everything, and you and Carly -- where'd she go?
Paul: I don't know. She was just right here.
Jack: Listen, I gotta run. If you see her, tell her I'm looking for her.
Paul: Jack -- Lucy? Hi. What are you doing here?
Lucy: I got this really weird message from my father telling me to get to Las Vegas right away.
Paul: He told you that?
Lucy: Yeah. And I tried calling Rosanna, but she left word at the Lakeview that she was coming here for the fashion show, so when I heard that, I thought I'd get down here.
Paul: Is Craig here, in Las Vegas?
Lucy: I don't know. He just said something about being a family again, and I --
Paul: A family? There's no way Rosanna’s gonna want anything to do with Craig, unless here's here with Cabot.
Lucy: Cabot's here?
[Knock on door]
Jack: Is my wife here?
Jordan: No. I was hoping you were Rosanna.
Jack: Is she missing, too?
Jordan: She had to step out for a minute.
Jack: One of the models said she saw Rosanna and Carly talking a few minutes ago. Now they're both missing. Do you have idea what's going on?
Jordan: I wish I could help you.
Jack: Well, that's exactly what you're gonna do. And you're gonna start by telling me exactly where she went.
Jordan: She didn't tell me anything.
Jack: But you have your suspicions, right?
Jack: Then start talking. Rosanna dragged my wife into this scheme of hers. And I'm not going anywhere until I find out what's up.
Rosanna: Oh, I think I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach.
Carly: You and me both. Did I ever tell you that Jack once got married in one of these Las Vegas chapels?
Rosanna: I wonder if Craig is here already.
Carly: Rosanna, this is crazy. You're gonna be a bigamist, or whatever they call it, right? What if somebody finds out?
Rosanna: Well, if I have to marry Craig and have it declared illegal afterwards, so be it. At least I'll have my son.
Carly: Are you sure about that?
Justice of the peace: Good evening, and welcome to the palace of happiness wedding chapel. I should inform you that a marriage between you ladies in the state of Nevada isn't -- Mrs. Sinclair? What brings you back so soon? Only one per customer, you know.
Doc: Who the hell do you think you are to come in here and hand me some mess like this?
Process server: I'm just a guy doing his job.
Doc: No, no, you're not doing your job. You wanted my autograph, didn't you? How about I give you something a little more permanent?
Process server: You do, and I'll sue you so fast --
Doc: And I'll be your throat even faster!
Kim: What the hell do you think you're doing? Get him out of here, now! And you -- this better be good, because you are fresh out of second chances.
Jessica: Look, I am not trying to be the morality police. I'm really not.
Margo: Oh, Jessica --
Jessica: And I know you think this thing with you and Doc is just innocent fun.
Margo: There is no thing between me and Doc!
Jessica: But next thing you know, you'll meeting him for lunch.
Margo: Uh-huh. I already turned him down.
Jessica: And you're not even slightly perturbed that he would have the gall to ask you, given that you're a married woman?
Margo: Guys are like that. He's a guy. They do that all -- okay, not all guys, no. But -- oh, Jessica, I get hit on all the time.
Jessica: Yeah. I know some of those guys. "Hey, baby, let's me take you out to dinner in 10 to 20, or maybe 5 if I get out on good behavior."
Margo: Yeah, you know that guy, too. Okay, exactly. So a sports hero with a bad boy reputation -- what's so bad about that?
Jessica: Even if the "sports hero bad boy" is in your kitchen cooking you dinner?
Margo: You know what? I had one of the lousiest days of my career today, and I've had a lot of lousy days. But Doc -- he made me forget that I had to send my sister to an institution. He made me forget the look in her eyes. He made me laugh when I was tired. He made me dinner. He took care of me for a couple of hours. And listen, baby, I know that you're worried because you love me. But Jess, you're making too much of this.
Jessica: I do love you. And I know a little too well how careful we have to be about whom we allow in our lives.
[Doorbell rings] Yes?
Delivery man: Margo Hughes?
Margo: Yes. Yes, yes.
Delivery man: These are for you.
Margo: Oh, thank you.
Delivery man: Good night.
Jessica: Those are gorgeous.
Margo: Uh-huh. "Loved cooking for you. We should do it again. Thanks for the lovely evening. Doc."
Jessica: I rest my case.
Ben: They have this enormous plasma TV in their bedroom. The thing's a work of art. And the clarity is -- I think I know what I want for my birthday.
Jessica: Mm-hmm. No television in the bedroom -- flat screen or otherwise. I will be all the entertainment you need.
Ben: Let the entertainment begin.
Tom: Stop it. Get a room.
Jessica: I'd better get this man home. Thanks for dinner.
Ben: Yeah, it was delicious.
Tom: Easiest dinner party we've ever thrown, considering the cooking was already done. That Doc Reese is a surprise every minute, isn't he?
Jessica: Mm-hmm. He certainly is.
Ben: Talk to you later.
Tom: All right, man.
Ben: All right.
Tom: See you.
Jessica: Margo, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Ben: Thanks again, Margo.
Margo: Good night, guys. Thanks for coming.
Tom: Let him get the plasma.
Ben: So, I was thinking.
Ben: Yes. We could go home. Or, we could go back to our hotel room --
Ben: Make sure we got our money's worth.
[Cell phone rings] Oh, don't answer it.
Ben: It's not me. I'm on vibrate.
Jessica: Stay that way, I'll be right with you. Hello?
Doc: This is Doc Reese. I need a lawyer. How fast can you get down to WOAK?
Paul: I don't know where Cabot is, and I don't know what Rosanna’s up to. But I'm pretty sure that marrying Craig is not high up on her list of things to do while she's here in Las Vegas.
Lucy: Well, then why would he call and say that?
Paul: I don't know. But if Craig is here with Cabot, and he's trying to put his family back together again --
Lucy: We need to find Rosanna.
Paul: Hey, when your dad called, did he call you on your cell phone?
Paul: Well, does it have a call log that records incoming phone numbers?
Lucy: Yeah. It's right here.
Paul: That one there, is that the number that your dad might have called from?
Lucy: Yeah. I think so.
Paul: It's local. Mind if I call?
Lucy: No. Go ahead.
Paul: Hi. I was just wondering where you were located. Thanks. I'll take care of this. You go find Rosanna.
Lucy: Where are you going?
Paul: Doesn't matter where I'm going. You find Rosanna. 'Cause I got a feeling she's gonna need to talk to you.
Jordan: Look, all I know is Rosanna got a call from her ex-husband to meet her somewhere, and she took off like her life depended on it.
Jack: What did she say?
Jordan: She said something about the baby, and that everything would be all right.
Jack: I knew this was about Cabot from the second she came back to Oakdale.
Jordan: Yeah, well, he's the reason Rosanna and I got married today.
Jack: Come again?
Jordan: Rosanna said that she needed me to make everything right. So now I'm stuck in this so-called marriage to a woman that I barely know, and she's running off to be with her ex-husband. Does this make any sense to you?
Jack: It's beginning to. Did Rosanna rent a car?
Jordan: Probably. They'd know downstairs. Why?
Jack: Most new car rentals have that global positioning system.
Jordan: Oh, so you can track her down by satellite.
Jack: Yeah. I'm gonna check with the hotel rental agent, see if they can hook me up. If Rosanna comes back or calls, you call me and let me know.
Jordan: Rosanna, where are you?
[Knock on door] Hi.
Lucy: Hi. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong room. I looking for --
Jordan: Rosanna Cabot?
Jordan: Yeah, well, you have the right room, but she's just -- she's not here right now.
Lucy: Oh. Okay. Well, I will just leave a message downstairs.
Jordan: Hold on. Wait a second. You look familiar. What's your name?
Lucy: Lucy. Montgomery. I'm her stepdaughter.
Jordan: Montgomery. You're Craig’s daughter.
Lucy: Yeah. Are you her assistant?
Jordan: No. No. Actually I'm her husband.
Justice of the peace: And how is your husband?
Rosanna: That's precisely why I need to speak with you. You see, we have a problem. This is my sister.
Justice of the peace: A pleasure.
Craig: Hope you didn't start without me!
Carly: Oh, oh -- Craig! I was afraid you wouldn't get here!
Craig: Carly! I'm sorry I'm late.
Carly: You know, Rosanna is gonna handle all the details. There are a million of them. So why don't we let her talk to the justice of the peace for a little while, okay?
Craig: So, Rosanna. I found Cabot.
Rosanna: Yes, I know. And that's wonderful news. Why don't you give me a little time to make all the arrangements for the ceremony?
Craig: I'll take care of all that.
Carly: No, no. Let Rosanna do it if she wants to. You and I can talk.
Justice of the peace: My wife can help you two get started on the paperwork. The marriage license applications are just outside and on the left.
Craig: Oh, you thought -- no.
Carly: Let's go take a walk. We'll talk, honey.
Craig: No, no, no. We're not the ones getting married.
Carly: No, what he meant by that is --
Justice of the peace: But I was under the impression that it was you --
Rosanna: It's a very confusing situation. Because it's one of those days, you know? Kind of a crazy day.
Craig: Yes. One of those days that comes along once in a lifetime. Or in our case -- twice. No, thrice. No, we're the ones. You're looking at the once and future Mr. And Mrs. Craig Montgomery and Rosanna Cabot.
Justice of the peace: I'm sorry. But some things are illegal, immoral and unethical -- even in Las Vegas.
Craig: What are you talking about?
Justice of the peace: You can't marry this woman, because she became the new Mrs. Jordan Sinclair just a few hours ago.
Announcer: Coming up on "As The World Turns" --
Rosanna: Your father has Cabot stashed away somewhere, and the only way he'll let me see my son is if I marry him again. Where is my son?
Paul: Your mommy's gonna be so happy to see you again. Everything's gonna be --
[Dalma grunts] Cleanup in aisle 5.
Craig: You're married?
Carly: This guy marries a zillion people a day. How is he supposed to remember who comes in and out of here?
Justice of the peace: I never forget a face, and I can assure all of you --
Rosanna: I can explain --
Justice of the peace: However, if you'd like to apply for an annulment, we can help speed that process along, too --
Carly: They're gonna settle all of this. Just give them a moment to discuss recent events.
Justice of the peace: Certainly.
Craig: What are you doing?
Rosanna: You wouldn't understand.
Craig: No, I wouldn’t. Awfully big of you. Big of me. So you marry this guy, and now you're about to marry me so you can have Cabot?
Rosanna: Yeah. That's how much I love my son. So just tell me where he is, please? How he is? Is he all right? Is he safe?
Craig: Oh, you don't have to worry about Cabot anymore, Mrs. Jordan Sinclair. You have a whole new life now, don't you? Cabot's not your problem anymore. In fact, I don't think you ever have to see Cabot again.
Lucy: How can you be married to Rosanna?
Jordan: There's your proof. It happened so fast, I can barely believe it myself.
Lucy: But she's supposed to be getting back together with my father.
Jordan: Hello, yes. This is Jordan Sinclair. I was wondering how long it would take to dissolve a marriage that took place earlier today?
Justice of the peace: Ah, Mr. Sinclair. We were just talking about you.
Justice of the peace: Your wife, and someone who calls himself Mr. Montgomery. She was interested in exactly the same thing. And I'll tell you what I told her -- it's illegal to remarry without having the first marriage annulled.
Jordan: Right, right. Thank you. Thank you for your help. Let's go.
Jordan: Your father's wedding.
Rosanna: You wouldn't keep my son from me? You wouldn't be that heartless.
Craig: Heartless? Let's see -- you already got married once today --
Rosanna: I married Jordan for reasons that I can't explain to you. I'm sorry. Just, don't punish me for it!
Craig: I know you don't love him. I know you were grief-stricken over losing Cabot, and you made a mistake. You made a lot of mistakes. So did I. We all make mistakes. Now, we have Cabot back. We can make all that right again.
Rosanna: Is he safe?
Craig: Yes. He's happy, healthy. Beautiful as ever.
Rosanna: Where is he? Is he in Las Vegas?
Craig: I'll take you to him after we finish the marriage here.
Rosanna: No, we're not getting married. It's not happening. No!
Craig: Sure, you get the old one annulled, just like the man said.
Rosanna: No, I'm not doing it. It's over between us. Okay? I'm sorry, but it's over. It's over.
Craig: Okay. Fine, fine. You're still in shock, I'm getting used to that. Take a few minutes.
Rosanna: Craig, don't do this. Don't use Cabot this way. It isn't right. Just -- just tell me where he is. Please. Don't fight me on this.
Craig: I am not fighting. I am fighting for you -- for us! For our family! The same way I always have! But this mess has gone on long enough. You marry me again, it's the right thing to do, Rosanna!
Rosanna: No! No! Don't do this!
Craig: For you, for me, for Lucy and for Cabot.
Rosanna: Let me tell you something -- you don't know what you're getting into. You have no idea what you are getting into.
Craig: It's time to grow up. I'll give you till midnight to figure out this Sinclair marriage mess, all right?
Rosanna: Cabot isn't safe. He isn't safe unless he's with me. Just tell me where he is!
Rosanna: Craig, where is he?
Jack: You weren't going anywhere, were you, Craig? Not before you answer the lady's question. Where is Cabot? .
Paul: Montgomery, open up! Come on. I know you're in there. Craig, I'm gonna give you, like, ten seconds, and then I'm gonna calling the police. Ten, nine, eight --
Dalma: No! No call cops. No, please, please.
Paul: Where's Craig? Who are you? What are you, like, a babysitter? Is Cabot here? Is there a baby here?
Dalma: Baby? No. Is no baby here.
Dalma: No, you must be leaving now!
Paul: Your mommy's going to be so happy to see you again. Everything's gonna be --
Kim: He's over there.
Jessica: Thank you.
Doc: Man, am I glad to see you. She has gone way too far this time.
Jessica: If you're talking about Kim Hughes, your boss, she has every right --
Doc: No, no, no. I am not talking about Kim. I'm talking about my ex-wife, the nightmare. Look at this. Can you believe this? That woman will not be satisfied till she's carving up my heart right along with my soul.
Jessica: "Destruction of personal property." And I suppose you had a good reason for this?
Doc: Well, does it say down there that I'm the one that bought the clothes? Huh? She couldn't live without her Chanel. "I've gotta have my Prada." The shoes, the dresses, the handbag -- all of it, bought and paid for by me. And what I choose to do with my purchases is no one's business but my own.
Jessica: And you chose to haul everything out to the driveway, douse it with lighter fluid, and set them ablaze?
Doc: Whatever, whatever. Ask me what she chose to do with my Maserati when we got a divorce. My baby. She took it for a joyride, burned out the engine, ruined the paint, and if that wasn't enough, drove it into a lake. And then had the nerve to walk away without a scratch on her.
Jessica: I'll -- I'll reach out to her attorney in the morning and see if we can settle this out of court.
Doc: Wait, wait -- settle? You mean I have to throw even more money at -- all right, that's probably gonna be a good idea, but, unfortunately, that's only half your job.
Jessica: There's more?
Doc: Yeah, there's more. Those papers were served to me while I was on the air, and I'm sure you've heard the one about killing the messenger?
Jessica: Yeah, the thing you're not supposed to do.
Doc: That's what they say. I guess I shook things up around here, 'cause I took the guy down, and the stage manager couldn't react. We were on the air.
Jessica: It was on television?
Kim: Up close and personal.
Jessica: Have you no self-control?
Doc: Look, I'm not even going to get into that right now. All right? For now, let's do the impossible. Your job is to help me keep my job.
Rosanna: Jack, thank God you're here. He has my son!
Craig: I haven't done anything wrong.
Rosanna: And he won't tell me where he is. Arrest him. Do something.
Craig: This is between me and my wife, Jack.
Carly: She's not your wife anymore, Craig.
Craig: She will be -- when she remembers what's important. Well, we have made mistakes, both of us. But we can right the wrongs.
Rosanna: Mistakes? You kidnapped my child.
Jack: Who says he's yours?
Rosanna: I do. By right. Everything I've done, I've done to protect him!
Jack: Protect him from whom?
Jordan: I'd like to hear the answer to that, too.
Craig: Lucy. And Jordan Sinclair?
Jordan: You said that you had to keep Cabot protected. Were you protecting him from Craig?
Lucy: Daddy, what have you done? If you're blackmailing Rosanna into --
Craig: No, no, no. I don't know what kind of games Rosanna’s been playing. All I want is to bring our family back together.
Rosanna: Your father has Cabot stashed away somewhere, and the only way he'll let me see my son is if I marry him again.
Rosanna: Please, Craig, if you ever loved me, where is my son?
Dalma: Oh, no. No. No!
Alison: Okay, okay. Aaron, I get it. So, this thing is, like, the gas pedal. And the harder that I push it down, the faster this thing is going to spin. And I can just turn it on right here. Oh!
Aaron: You know, I'm really starting to wonder if you can even pull this off.
Alison: Sure I can. And I only have, like, $13, $14. But tomorrow I get paid, and after I give Molly her share, I'll have, like, $40, $50.
Aaron: $40 or $50? Ali, you can't find a custom-made ceramic plate for less than $100.
Alison: So, then, what am supposed to do? I can't get another job to pay for the plate to cover the lie?
Aaron: You ask the coolest kid in Oakdale, and if he says yes, you can go ahead and order the plate.
Alison: But I'm already in debt with Molly, and I owe you so much, Aaron.
Aaron: Look, Ali, it's not a big deal. Okay? You pay me when you can. I know where you live. Where you gonna go?
Alison: Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Aaron: And while I do that, figure out how to use that damn wheel.
Alison: I know, I know. I will. Thank you so much. You're the best, okay?
Aaron: Okay, okay. Good night.
Alison: Thank you. Okay.
Doc: Listen, I'll pay you whatever you want. Oh, please. I'm good for it. You just do what you gotta do to smooth things over with Kim. Remember, after all, you are the best.
Jessica: Kim, I'll keep it short and sweet. Is he fired?
Kim: Depends. Do you think you can clear this up?
Jessica: Well, I think that we can take care of this quietly, out of court. I'm sure his ex-wife will accept his settlement.
Kim: And what about the headlock he threw on the process server?
Jessica: We're going to make him an offer he can't refuse, and hopefully, all of this will just go away.
Kim: Be my guest.
Doc: Well, I'm glad you liked the flowers.
Margo: Yes, well, totally unexpected. Kind of like coming home to find you cooking in my kitchen.
Doc: Well, you know what they say -- "spontaneity is the spice of life." I'll talk to you later. Good night, Detective.
Tom: Well, that was awfully nice of Doc Reese to buy flowers, considering he did all the work, huh?
Margo: Yeah. Casey get his homework done?
Tom: Uh-huh. I figured that you and I could go up, hop in the sack and watch a little something on the plasma.
Margo: That'd be great. I'll be right up.
Tom: All right, good. See you in a bit.
Doc: Am I still employed?
Jessica: For now. Can I suggest that you apologize to Kim, and assure her that, despite appearances to the contrary, you are not a liability?
Doc: Consider it done.
Doc: And thank you, counselor, for coming to my rescue, again. You are worth every inflated penny that I'm gonna pay you. Now, just remember, if there's anything I can ever do for you --
Jessica: Actually, there is. Stay away from my friend.
Margo: This is my bedroom.
Margo: You can't be in here.
Doc: I'm not here. I'm in your head.
Margo: You can't be there, either.
Doc: Well, we both know who has control of that. And it sure ain't me.
Margo: I shouldn't have brought you brought you back, Doc. I am tired of thinking about you.
Doc: Yeah, right. How 'bout another back rub?
Margo: No, thanks. One's my limit.
Doc: Hmm. But you did enjoy it, didn't you? My hands pressed firmly against your body, just feeling every ounce of tension move away from you. Of course, if would have been a lot better if you didn't have all these clothes on.
Doc: I'm not even touching you.
Margo: Fine. Don't -- just don't talk.
Doc: You brought me here, and you're not even going to talk to me?
Margo: Oh, I'm just too exhausted. I'm so exhausted, I couldn't even say good night to my beautiful husband.
Doc: Yeah, where is he anyway?
Margo: Helping Casey with his homework.
Doc: That Casey -- that's a great kid.
Margo: Yeah, he is. I have another great kid. Did you know that? His name's Adam. Oh, sometimes I wish I could go back in time to when Adam was still living here, in high school. Life was just so much simpler then.
Doc: It's not simple now?
Margo: It was, until you showed up, and then --
Doc: Well, you can't help that you have a weakness for the dashing new sportscaster.
Margo: I don't have a weakness for anyone. You know what my problem is?
Margo: It's just -- it's stress. I just really need some time to myself, you know? You know how people, they get up in the morning, and they have a cup of coffee, and they read the paper before they go to work? I don't get to do that. I don't have a minute to do that before I go to work. I'm too busy. So, maybe sometimes I can scan a few headlines before I drop into a stupor.
Doc: So, Margo, what do you want from me?
Margo: Doc, I want you to leave me alone. Just leave me in peace. Please?
Doc: If you say so. Sure you don't want that back rub first?
Margo: Go! I knew I could do it.
Rosanna: Who's looking after him? How do you know he's safe?
Craig: He could be safe in your arms. Tonight. It's up to you.
Lucy: Daddy, stop. You're not really holding Cabot hostage, are you?
Craig: What I want is to have our family back. That's what I told you on the phone. It's the right thing for all of us. All right, that's all I'm trying to do here.
Rosanna: Lucy, make him tell me where my little boy is. If anything happens to him --
Lucy: I think I know. I think I know where Cabot is.
On the next "As the World Turns" --
Katie: Hey, hey, it's me. Do you know who I am?
Katie: Oh, my God, Henry, what have they done to you?
Starziak: I want to know where Donovan is, and I want to know now.
Paul: I'm gonna get you to your mom. I promise. I promise.
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