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As The World Turns Transcript Monday 7/28/08
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Proofread By Emma
Paul: Not your favorite flower anymore, I guess.
Meg: Yeah, well, as weddings go, I'd rather remember the second one over the first.
Paul: Yeah, me too.
Meg: So, did you ask the front desk about releasing me?
Paul: I did, and I'm really sorry, but as much as I would love to stay here and make out with you while you're in this hospital gown, they're insisting I take you home.
Meg: That was a cruel joke.
Paul: Yes, it was. I'm sorry. Is there a way I can make it up to you?
Meg: Yes. Shut up and help me get dressed. Come here.
Assistant: Looks like you have a secret admirer.
Emily: Oh. Oh, more like a grateful advertiser. It's okay. Very grateful advertiser. Ooh. My mother loves this one.
Assistant: You look great.
Emily: Oh, thanks. Lunch date. You know, nothing special.
Assistant: Hmm. Could have fooled me.
Emily: Well, maybe this lunch date is special after all.
Tom: Thank you.
Margo: Wow. This is great.
Tom: Our son has good taste.
Margo: Yeah, he knows how to do make-up lunch.
Tom: Um, for the sake of accuracy, I don't believe the words "Make Up" were ever used when he invited us to lunch.
Margo: Well, that's because you were listening like a lawyer again.
Tom: As opposed to?
Margo: Like a parent. I mean, when you said that he was gonna take us to lunch, I, as a parent, heard, "Gee, Mom and Dad, I'm so sorry. And thanks to you, I've seen the light, and I'm kicking Emily Stewart to the curb."
Tom: You heard all that in an invitation?
Margo: It's a gift. Hey, Case!
Tom: Hey, Case.
Casey: I'm glad you two could make it.
Margo: So are we.
Tom: You picked a pretty pricey venue here.
Casey: Oh, don't worry, don't worry. I'll pay for it.
Margo: You owe me five bucks.
Tom: Don't gloat. So, um, I assume there's something important you want to tell us?
Casey: No, there's no agenda. I just -- I thought we should have a nice lunch together.
Margo: Well, I'm all for that.
Casey: Yeah. [Beeping] Sorry. I'm gonna check who this message is from. Sorry. I'll be right back.
Margo: Sure. Hmm.
Tom: I told you. It's just lunch.
Margo: Mnh-mnh. There's something more than food involved here. Just wait and see.
Tom: Okay. Double or nothing?
Margo: You're on.
Alison: Oh, thank God for coffee. I've been mainlining this stuff lately.
Susan: What do you mean?
Alison: Joke, Mother.
Susan: I know. I just -- you have been looking a little tired lately.
Alison: I'm in nursing school again. Hello!
Susan: When Chris Hughes said that he was worried about your health, I dismissed it. I just thought he was doing that controlling thing he does so well.
Alison: He knows he can't control me anymore. And my health is none of his business.
Susan: No, but it is mine. And as a responsible doctor and as your worrywart mother, I have to ask you. Are you okay?
Alison: I'm fine, Mom. Okay, yeah, I'm a little stressed. Chris only mentioned that because he saw me pick a fight with Aaron, okay? It was over nothing, and its fine now, but Chris saw me lose it. So that's why he did the whole concerned act.
Susan: Is being back in school is too much for you?
Alison: Hey, I lived through a lawsuit, and then I was lucky enough to get readmitted into the nursing program. I will be damned if I quit because of a little stress.
Susan: Nobody said anything about quitting.
Alison: Then what are you saying?
Susan: Just that you should let me check you out. I may despise Chris for what he did to you, but I can't fault him as a doctor. Okay, if you won't listen to me as your mother, can you, as a nursing student, listen to me as a senior physician?
Alison: Are you pulling rank on me?
Susan: If I have to. There are a lot of nasty bugs walking around. Doesn't hurt to play safe.
Alison: Do I have a choice?
Susan: Let's pretend that you do and that you made the right one.
Bob: Chris, it's not gonna work.
Bob: Well, I'm winning, so you're deliberately playing badly so you think I'll give you more strokes. And it's not gonna work.
Chris: You got me, Dad.
Bob: Got you every time. Now, listen, what it is is, you know, you're really going way over the top, and then you're not coming up, and that's why you're slicing. Chris?
Chris: Sorry, Dad. I must be thinking about that lousy shot I just made.
Bob: Don't think about the last shot. Think about the next one. Or else I got a real pigeon on my hands here.
Casey: Hey, I'm -- I'm really glad you both made time for this. I know how busy you guys have been.
Margo: Well, anything for you, Honey.
Tom: If you're paying, I'm here.
Casey: Don't worry, Dad. You can order anything you want.
Tom: No, seriously. I mean, you have to admit this is a first, you paying for lunch.
Casey: Oh, it -- you know, it's gonna have to start being that way, like taking you guys out more often, paying my way. Making a new beginning, right?
Margo: Good, I think we all could use a new beginning. It's been pretty tense the last couple of weeks.
Casey: Right, right. And, you know, I think it's mostly because of some ancient history. So the reason for today is that I think it's time that we clear the air and put it all to an end.
Margo: All right, what did you have in mind?
Casey: I -- perfect timing! Yes. Um, have a seat.
Margo: What is going on?
Emily: What are you doing?
Casey: What we agreed on. This is us going public.
Paul: You okay?
Meg: Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go.
Paul: No, not if you're not ready.
Meg: Look, I'm just a little groggy, okay? And there's a lot less pain, and Sofie hasn't returned, thank goodness.
Paul: Sofie? What are you talking about?
Meg: Nothing. Nothing. It's silly. Forget I said anything.
Paul: Don't keep secrets from me. What are you -- what about Sofie?
Meg: I saw Sofie. She was at our wedding. She seemed real, Paul. She was standing right over there. And she was dressed like a bride, as if she deserved to marry you.
Paul: Sofie can't bother us. Never. She's never gonna bother us again.
Meg: Never is a very long time.
Paul: Well, that's how long I get to love you. Everything is gonna be okay.
Meg: All right. Okay, then, let's go home. Come on. Let's go. Oh, wait.
Paul: You dizzy?
Meg: No, the necklace. Your mom gave it to me. I'm sure she'd like to have it back.
Paul: You ready, Mrs. Ryan?
Meg: Race you to the car.
Emily: Can I talk to you for a moment?
Emily: Great. Thanks.
Emily: What the hell were you thinking inviting me here? Were you thinking at all?
Casey: I knew you wouldn't come if I told you.
Emily: You're damn right I wouldn't come, and I can't believe your parents came. You didn't tell them either, did you?
Casey: I thought if we all just sat down and had lunch --
Emily: What, we would start World War III, perhaps?
Casey: You would actually try and get along with each other. Maybe we could actually be seen in public, like a normal couple.
Emily: We are not an normal couple. We will never be a normal couple. When are you gonna you get that through your head?
Casey: Maybe having lunch at the Lakeview wasn't the best idea, but at least it was an idea. And maybe my parents can see us together, and, like, they'll get to understand it, and everyone else will, so --
Emily: You really believe that, don't you?
Casey: Yes. Please, can you just try? Sit down, please? Please. Please.
Margo: Well, I got to go.
Casey: Where? Wait. Whoa, whoa. You planned to have lunch. You probably scheduled an hour break already.
Margo: Uh, no, no. I have to interview a witness.
Casey: Right now?
Emily: You know what? I will save you the trouble of lying to your son. I'll go. You stay.
Casey: No. Okay, everyone sit down! No one is going anywhere.
Bob: Now, you know what you did?
Chris: Dad, will you just let me hit this shot, please?
Bob: Okay, okay. Hit the shot.
Chris: I guess I'm just a little rusty.
Bob: Oh, so that's what you call it.
Chris: Okay, you want the truth, Dad? The truth is I will never be as good at golf as you. Or at medicine, for that matter.
Bob: Where did that come from?
Chris: Dad, it's the truth.
Bob: Stop sorry for yourself. You may not be a great golfer, but you're a fine doctor. And don't you forget it.
Susan: As far as I can tell, you're fine medically.
Alison: Happy now?
Susan: Which brings us back to stress.
Alison: Will you let just it go, Mom? You said it yourself that I'm fine.
Susan: But maybe you're putting too much pressure on yourself at school.
Alison: That's because this time I intend to make it. Nobody's going to have to cut me any slack. I'm not going to give anybody an excuse to kick me out of the program. Been there. Done that. Not again.
Susan: I know you've got a lot to prove, but you know where stress can lead.
Alison: Mom, I'm not going to start using again.
Susan: Honey, that's easy to say now, at the beginning. But what about the late nights? What the patient who's doing great who suddenly does a 180? I know you. You will blame yourself. Even if there's nothing you could've done. You don't know what can trigger a relapse.
Alison: Then I will meditate, a lot, and I will go to as many meetings as I have to. But I have to make it through this time. Okay, I know this is stupid, but do you remember that bracelet my father sent me?
Susan: What about it?
Alison: I've been wearing it nonstop, and -- okay, don't laugh, but, well, it's kind of been like a good-luck charm. I know. I know it's all in my mind, but after the clasp broke the other day, well, I ended up messing up on my late shift. Not a big mess up, but, you know, any screw-up right now is not good for me.
Susan: I guess I can't bust your chops for being superstitious.
Alison: Yeah, lucky stethoscope, anyone?
Susan: Hey! Hey! This stethoscope makes me a -- a medical genius!
Alison: Well, I'm just glad that I can go and pick up my bracelet at the jeweler today.
Susan: You don't need a lucky bracelet to get through nursing school. You're going to do just fine. Fine, I tell you.
Chris: Are you sure you're really okay with this damn-fine doctor taking a break from medicine?
Bob: Not as long as it's temporary. Look, I'm the first to admit that you've been working too hard and too long and putting too much stress on yourself. Why not use the time and improve your golf game?
Chris: I still don't see how you keep your game so sharp, working as hard as you do.
Bob: Well, it's my secret. Never let work interfere with fun. Okay, tee it up, and let's take another look at that backswing.
Chris: All right.
Bob: Hey, hey, Son! You can hardly stand on your feet. What's wrong? And don't tell me you're fine, because I know better.
Tom: Perhaps you should have told us what you had in mind, because going about it this way is not very considerate of the people involved.
Margo: No, you know what? We can do this. Casey's right. We can all just have a nice lunch together. Let's order. Oh, look. New Zealand lamb. So tender. So young. Is that what you'll be having, Emily?
Emily: Actually, I was thinking about ordering the very dry, aged sirloin. Sorry, I must have misread the menu.
Margo: Perhaps you misplace your reading glasses.
Emily: Actually, I don't wear reading glasses. You know what? I'm gonna have the lamb.
Casey: Yes, I'll have that, too. That sounds good.
Tom: Yeah, well, I'm gonna have the pork chops. Margo's gonna have the same.
Margo: I am? I don't want pork chops.
Tom: Yeah, then you need to order something else and do it now. You want to get the waiter over here.
Casey: Yes. We're ready to order.
Margo: Oh, my, my, my, my, my. It seems like just yesterday that Casey was drawing all over the tablecloth, and now here he is, taking us all out to lunch.
Casey: It's not that big of a deal, Mom.
Margo: Won't be too many more years before Daniel is your age.
Emily: Leave Daniel out of this, Margo.
Margo: Oh, I'm -- right. Yeah, sorry. Sorry, sorry. My mistake. We should all be having a friendly lunch. There's no reason that Emily and I can't be friends. After all, we have so much in common. A husband. A son. It's a good thing we don't have a dog anymore.
Emily: That's it. Good-bye.
Margo: I think that went great. Don't you?
Casey: There was no reason for you to do that.
Margo: Oh, yes there was. Wasn't the whole point of this to clear the air?
Casey: I'm just trying to make things normal for all of us. Is that so terrible to ask for?
Margo: Honey, I can't stop you from being with her, but I can tell you one thing. Things will never be normal between Emily Stewart and me.
Casey: Yes, you're right. Nothing will ever be normal if you don't give her a break.
Margo: I got to go to work now.
Tom: Is it news to you that your mom does not respond well to ambush?
Casey: She doesn't respond well to Emily, period.
Tom: Well, I wouldn't expect that to change overnight. You're not going to get anywhere shoving Mom and Emily down each other's throats.
Casey: Yes, I know. I got to go apologize to her for that.
Tom: Please. Please say you're going after your mom.
Casey: You know me better than that.
Paul: Okay, before we go in, there's something I want to show you.
Meg: I'd rather go inside.
Paul: Meg, please. I think you're really gonna like it.
Meg: The roses are gone.
Paul: Yeah. I only planted them there to cover Sofie, and now that she's gone, I took the roses out.
Meg: You didn't have to do that.
Paul: Yes I did. I had to get rid of every trace of that time out of our life. I don't want anything hanging over us. No reminders. That way we can start our life together. Now.
Meg: Thank you.
Paul: You're welcome.
Meg: Now for the first time, it really feels like this could really be our home.
Meg: Yeah. Are you gonna keep kissing me here in the garden all afternoon?
Paul: Somewhere else you want me to kiss you?
Meg: Indoors will be great.
Meg: What's that? Oh, give that to me. I don't want you to lose it.
Paul: You don't trust me?
Meg: No, I don't trust you.
Paul: You have no confidence in me.
Meg: No, here, put it on me, please. Thank you.
Paul: It's beautiful. Nice necklace, too.
Meg: What are you doing? What are you doing? Oh!
Paul: You okay?
Paul: All right. I'm carrying my wife over the threshold.
Alison: Let's hope whatever magic you've got can rub off in time for my exam.
Student: Ali! Do you want to walk back to Memorial together?
Alison: Uh, sure. Sure.
Student: Are you ready for that Bio exam? I heard it's going to be a killer.
Alison: Ah, great.
Bob: You know, your eyes are glassy. Are you on some kind of medication?
Chris: No, Dad.
Bob: What's so funny?
Chris: Nothing. It's just that I said the same thing to Alison when I saw her running around the track yesterday. She -- she said she felt dizzy.
Bob: Well, there is a bug going around. Maybe you picked it up from her. Let's go.
Chris: Off to the back nine.
Bob: Uh-uh. Uh-uh. I'm taking you to Memorial. We're gonna run some tests.
Chris: You're just scared that I'm gonna get my swing back and beat the pants off you on the back nine.
Bob: Once I can confirm that you are fine, you can try to beat my pants off. It's fast.
Chris: It's because we've been golfing.
Bob: Where'd you get that?
Chris: Courtesy of Mom.
Bob: Oh, don't tell me I -- oh, no, I'm not gonna fall for that. I didn't miss your birthday. The last time I fell for that, you were 5.
Chris: I was 10. And I knew you knew that I was conning you into getting more presents.
Bob: Mm-hmm. Well, I may be a soft touch, but I'm not stupid. Now, come on. Let's go. Get on your feet. I don't want to embarrass you by calling an ambulance.
Emily: Hey, I've been looking all over the hospital for you.
Susan: Emily! What a nice surprise!
Emily: Thanks. Speaking of surprises, here. I have something for you. Some advertiser sent me some perfume, and I remembered that this was your favorite, so there you go.
Susan: It is! Oh, I love it. Thank you so much!
Emily: You're welcome.
Susan: But Memorial likes its doctors to be scent-free, so I'm going to take it back to my office. Is that why you came looking for me, just to give me some free perfume? Are you feeling all right?
Emily: I'm fine. Why?
Susan: You look a little pale.
Emily: Well, you know what? You try getting ambushed at lunch by Tom and Margo and see what it does for your complexion.
Susan: Let me guess. Casey.
Emily: Yeah, well, you guessed right. He thought it would be nice for us all to get together. Sit down and make nice. It was a disaster.
Susan: He's a bad boy. You should spank him. Maybe you already have.
Emily: You know what? For your information, Casey had a great idea. He just went about it the wrong way. He's right. He is absolutely right. We need to get our relationship out in the open, so we are officially out in the open.
Susan: Let me be the first to throw you a parade.
Emily: You sound as thrilled as Margo.
Susan: Can you blame her?
Emily: Yeah, I can blame her. I can blame her, and I do. I blame Margo.
Susan: Honey, you are still sleeping with her son, who is almost young enough to be your son.
Emily: Okay, do you honestly think you're saying anything to me -- anything to me -- that I have not said to myself, like, a thousand times?
Susan: You're in a hospital!
Emily: Do you honestly think any of this is easy for me, Mother? Any of it?
Susan: Oh, I have to take this.
Susan: Listen, you just sit there, take a breath, relax.
Emily: Go away. You relax. Just go. Ugh!
Casey: Oh, good. There you are.
Emily: Let me guess. Let me guess. Did you follow me here now, Casey?
Casey: No, I came to see if you're okay.
Emily: No, I am not okay! Do I look okay to you? Only somebody incredibly young and totally immature would have done what you did today!
Margo: Excuse me. I'm so sorry to interrupt. I know that Meg just got home from the hospital.
Meg: I take it this isn't a welcome-home visit.
Margo: No, the Duran case isn't quite closed.
Paul: What? Why not?
Meg: You've got Sofie's killer, and no thanks to you, he could have killed me, too.
Margo: Yes, but murder is not the only crime. The D.A. might want to press charges, Paul, for obstruction of justice, failure to report the crime.
Meg: What? If it wasn't for Paul, you never have found caught Sofie's killer in the first place!
Margo: Yes, but if it wasn't for Paul, we might have found Sofie's body a few days earlier. We might have kept Cole Norbeck off the street, might have kept him from harming someone else.
Meg: Do you honestly think that Paul would have put his own mother at risk, not to mention his own wife? You know, he was willing to go to jail for the both of us, and now you're trying to find reasons where you can blame him!
Margo: Meg, Meg. Is she all right?
Meg: Look, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Paul: Here, sit down for a second. Sit down.
Meg: At least I was fine until you came in and you spiked my blood pressure.
Paul: Hey, why don't you just sit here for a second. Try and catch your breath. Margo, why don't I talk to you in the study, all right?
Margo: Fine. Sure, that's great.
Paul: Okay? Stay here. And no listening at the door, okay?
[Knock on the window]
Meg: What are you doing here? Why can't you leave just us alone? Paul and I had nothing to do with your dying! It was Cole! You need to stop blaming us!
Casey: What are you trying to say?
Emily: I'm sorry. Should I use words with one syllable, Casey? Would that make it easier for you?
Casey: No, but I would like you to explain to me how I went from being the man in your life to some kid you're ashamed to be seen with. Or did I misunderstand you and your big words?
Emily: No, no, you -- you got it just about right.
Casey: So I'm a kid now? You didn't think that the other day when you begged me to convince my father to let you keep your visitation rights.
Emily: No, but you see, now you're acting like someone who just needs to bat his eyelashes and say "Please," and we're all gonna act nice, and that's not how it works, Casey. You see, that -- that's what makes you a child and not the kind of man I need to be with.
Casey: Okay, this isn't like you. Stop.
Emily: How do you know what it's like -- what is like me? What is that supposed to mean? You don't even know who I am. Do you even know?
Alison: Is something wrong?
Casey: I don't know. Ask your sister.
Emily: I am fine, okay? I'm just feeling a little off. That's all.
Alison: What do you mean "Off"?
Emily: I don't know what I mean. I'm just a little -- I'm just a little dizzy. I'm a little light-headed, all right? Just point me to the bathroom.
Alison: Okay, third door on the right. Do you want some help?
Emily: No, I don't want your help.
Alison: What was that about?
Casey: I have no clue.
Margo: Get your lawyer on this. And don't bury any more bodies in the backyard, whether you kill them or not.
Paul: Okay, Margo. I promise I won't bury any more bodies in the backyard. Meg, Margo's leaving. Meg? Where did she go?
Bob: We'll get this right down to the lab.
Chris: Don't put a rush on it, Dad.
Bob: You're a patient here, Dr. Hughes. That's not your call. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results. How long has this been going on? You're sweating.
Chris: You keep this place like an oven.
Bob: No, we don't. I don't know if you're well enough to drive home.
Chris: Stop it, Dad. I'm all right. I'm -- I'm a doctor in my own right, and I can categorically state that I am capable of getting myself home. I probably have a virus or something. If something were really wrong, I'd know, and it's not, so it's okay.
Bob: Don't forget doctors are terrible patients, and good doctors are the worst.
Chris: Go run the blood work, Dr. Dad, all right? Just a dizzy spell, right? Head between the knees. What the hell?
Emily: Breathe. You cannot let Margo get to you like this. That's better. That's better. That's better. Oh, yeah. Oh, that's much better.
Alison: Solving years of war with a lunch at the Lakeview.
Casey: It was stupid, yes. I understand that.
Alison: Well, major props to you for even trying. I got to say, Casey, you're a hell of a lot braver than I would've given you credit for. And don't beat yourself up about this afternoon. My sister has freaked out men much older and wiser men than you.
Casey: See, why do people always got to be harping on the age thing? You know, the only thing I know is when I'm with her, I'm happier than I've been in a really long time.
Alison: Well, I'll admit, it was a total shock when I saw you guys kissing, but if you're happy, then --
Casey: Well, take it from me. We are. We are.
Alison: Then I don't want to be a total buzz kill.
Casey: Okay. Thank you.
Emily: Get your hands off him, you slut!
Meg: Where did you go, Sofie? I'm not gonna let you do this to us! I won't let you! Paul and I are finally happy!
Sofie: I know you're happy, Meg.
Meg: Then why are you here?
Sofie: Because you don't deserve to be. You and Paul put me through hell when I was alive.
Meg: We put you --
Sofie: He put me in the trunk of his car and buried me in his garden. And you let him.
Meg: I didn't know.
Sofie: You practically stood on my grave at your wedding.
Meg: No, we didn't!
Sofie: You think you deserve to be happy? You sit there talking about the trips you'll take, about the anniversaries you'll have. And where am I? Cold and alone in the dark.
Meg: Paul and I had nothing to do with that.
Sofie: But you're happy that I'm dead, aren't you, Meg? Go ahead and be happy, Meg. Forget about me. Forget about my baby. Are you happy my baby died, too, Meg? Are you? Are you?
Meg: But I saw her. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but she was here. She -- you need to believe me.
Paul: I believe you. I believe that you think that's what you saw. You say she was wearing the wedding dress again?
Meg: But this time she was holding her baby. Oh, my God, she was holding her baby. And I realized that when she knew she was dying, she knew that her baby was dying, too.
Paul: It's all right.
Margo: Uh, yeah, I'm -- I'm gonna get going now.
Meg: Margo, look, I am so sorry.
Margo: Please, don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.
Paul: Will you stay here for a second and rest?
Casey: You need to calm down.
Emily: I'll calm down when you stop messing around with my tramp of a little sister!
Alison: How dare you call me names? And how dare you come to my place of work and undermine me in front of everyone?
Emily: Excuse me, you're the one who put her hands all over Casey at your place of work. What, do you get off on stealing from me, Alison? First Dusty, then Chris, now Casey?
Alison: Will you please keep your voice down? I don't want to give them any other reason to kick me out of the program.
Casey: Emily, chill out, okay? You're out of control.
Emily: Oh, so you're taking her side? Is that what's going on here? When are you going to start sleeping with her, Casey? Huh? Or has it happened already? Well, you know what? Let me give you a little tip. If you decide to hook up with her, make sure she doesn't have a camera running, because you might be starring in her next porn video.
Casey: I have no clue what the hell is wrong with you right now, but we are getting out of here. I'm sorry, Alison.
Emily: Casey, let go of my arm!
Tom: Hey. Hey, there.
Margo: Hi, there, ho, there.
Tom: You know that lunch we were supposed to have? We never actually had lunch.
Margo: Oh, yeah, that's usually so much more fun, isn't it?
Tom: So how about a burger at Al's? My treat.
Margo: Does that burger come with a lecture on the side?
Tom: No lecture. A little conversation.
Margo: I'm not gonna talk about Emily and Casey.
Tom: Well, that would be a shame if we couldn't talk about our own son. I mean, I'd hate to see that come between us.
Margo: It already has, Tom. You let Emily win again. She walked out of that courtroom, she still had visitation rights with Daniel. And all because Casey asked you to. Imagine how much more forgiving you might become.
Tom: Well, would that be such a bad thing? I mean, both of us support our son no matter what his choices?
[Chris breathing heavily]
[Chris starts itching and takes off his clothes and his watch]
Alison: Hey. Hey, Mom, have you seen Emily today?
Susan: A little while ago. Why?
Alison: Did she seem okay to you? Because I ran into her, and she attacked me for no reason.
Susan: It's probably because of Casey. He invited her to lunch. Tom and Margo were there. She freaked out.
Alison: I know, but I don't think it was just that.
Susan: Emily would be a lot better off if she would just keep her distance from any man named Hughes. So would you, for that matter.
Alison: If I never see Chris Hughes again, it'll be too soon.
[Alison walks into the call room and Chris is standing there naked]
Alison: Chris, what the hell are you doing?
Chris: Ali? What are you doing here?
Alison: I'm asking you the same question.
Chris: I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me. I don't --
Alison: Okay, Chris, for God's sake, you are butt naked right now! Here! Put something on! What, are you, like, drunk, or something?
Chris: No, no, I don't --
Alison: Okay, then -- then put some clothes on, and pull yourself together.
Chris: Oh, my God.
Margo: I can't, Tom. I can't do it. Emily Stewart is the reason for some of the most unhappy parts of my life. And you want me to just let Casey fall into her clutches?
Tom: Well, what other choice do we have? I mean, do you want to ground him or take away his allowance like we used to in high school? I mean, how many times do I have to remind you this is a grown man? He's allowed to make his own decisions even -- even if they're wrong.
Margo: Yeah, well, Adam was a grown man, too, and look what happened to him. Look how he destroyed his life.
Tom: You can't keep taking the blame for Adam. That wasn't your fault or mine.
Margo: Yeah, it was. It happened under our watch. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let it happen to Casey, too. I'm not gonna let another one of our sons throw away his life. Not until I know there's nothing else I can do.
Tom: And when will that be? Never?
Casey: Emily isn't feeling very well, so if you could just make sure no one disturbs her?
Assistant: I'll hold all calls.
Casey: Thank you. How are you feeling?
Emily: About two feet tall.
Casey: Open your eyes, Emily.
Emily: No. I don't want to see the expression on your face. The way I went off on you and Ali, I don't know where it came from. Honest to God. I am so sorry.
Casey: No, it's -- I should be the one apologizing. Obviously, having lunch with my parents wasn't the best idea.
Emily: Yeah, well, maybe it was a combination of that and the stress from the trial, and it just -- I don't know. Everything just built up, and I had to explode.
Casey: Well, at least you got it out of your system.
Emily: Yeah, but in such an awful way. I'm scared, Case.
Casey: About what?
Emily: I love you. You know that, right? I just don't know if I'm strong enough, if we're strong enough to get through everything that's going to be coming our way just for us being together. I mean, look at the way I reacted to your mother. She was her usual snarky self. And I can usually take that. I can take it and dish it right back tenfold, and I couldn't this time. I just -- I lost it.
Casey: Well, it's over now, okay? And I'm still here. We're still here. We can get through this. I promise.
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