The Bold & The Beautiful Transcript Monday 8/20/01


The Bold & The Beautiful Monday 8/20/2001

By Stephanie
Proofread by Becky

Deacon: Hey.

Bridget: They're loving this, aren't they?

Deacon: Oh, please, they can't get enough. What's this stuff?

Bridget: That's ahi.

Bridget: That's fish, honey. Very fresh tuna.

Deacon: Any fresher, this would have a cook in its mouth. It's raw.

Bridget: Yeah. That's the way it's supposed to be eaten.

Deacon: Did you forget to cook it or something?

Bridget: No. It's such a good party, huh? Stephanie would be so proud.

Deacon: Yeah, she would be.

Bridget: I've got to get the pesto sauce.

Deacon: Do me a favor, please. Take this somewhere. What is this? It's ahi. Oh, sure.

Rick: Oh, wow. Looks like Bridget outdone herself, huh?

Deacon: The only person Bridget is trying to outdo is Stephanie. So where's my boy?

Rick: Oh, he's -- he's at home.

Deacon: Why?

Rick: Well, it's an adult party. There's going to be alcohol here. I just didn't think he ought to be around that.

Deacon: Rick, everyone is under age. There's no booze here.

Rick: Whoops.

Deacon: Why do you let him do that? Why do you let him get away with that crap with me? He's messing with me.

Amber: Not a big deal. You're going to see him over the weekend.

Bridget: Amber. Having fun?

Amber: Yeah.

Bridget: It's our first real party. Are you proud of me?

Deacon: Baby, I'm very proud of you.

Amber: I'm so hungry. Where is the food?

Bridget: There's fresh veggies and food out on the deck.

Amber: Cool. But where is the food?

Bridget: That is the food and Deacon is going to be grilling some shi-ke-bobs in a minute.

Amber: You're grilling?

Deacon: I know. Welcome to my world.


(Phone ringing)

Ridge: Come on, Kristen, pick up. Where are you?

Taylor: You left without saying goodbye.

Ridge: You went to bed without saying good night.

Taylor: Look, Ridge, I'm sorry you're upset, okay? But really, in all fairness, you're overreacting.

Ridge: My sister is head over heels in love with a guy with HIV and you're the only one that knew it. What if she had slept with him, Taylor? I know she didn't but she could have.

Taylor: Tony was not going to let that happen.

Ridge: I don't want to get into this. I barely slept last night. I can't do this.

Taylor: Can we just agree to disagree?

Ridge: You still don't think you should have said something to me?

Taylor: Oh, God, Ridge, I wanted to. I wanted to desperately.

Ridge: Then why didn't you? Tell me, why didn't you? What's there to think about here? I'm your husband, Taylor. I'm your life partner. Where is the respect, huh? Where is the trust?


Brooke: So, do I have to sign that?

Thorne: No, it's your copy.

Brooke: Okay. Oh, what's there to say at a time like this?

Thorne: I think it's all been said. The marriage is annulled, like it never happened.

Brooke: But it did, Thorne.

Thorne: Not legally. Not officially.

Brooke: Look, if you want to pretend we were never married, that's your business. But I see it differently.

Thorne: Yeah, well you can afford to, Brooke. You have a plan about. -- A plan b. How was Paris?

Brooke: It was okay.

Thorne: Did you get to see your folks?

Brooke: Yes.

Thorne: Did you get out much?

Brooke: No, in fact, I was telling Ridge that I barely left the hotel room.

Thorne: You saw him this morning?

Brooke: I called him.

Thorne: When?

Brooke: Before I left for the airport.

Thorne: You called Ridge from Paris?

Brooke: Yes.

Thorne: Must have been pretty important.

Brooke: I just wanted to fill him in.

Thorne: That couldn't wait?

Brooke: What are you getting at?

Thorne: You're right, there's no sense in beating around the bush, are there? What are your intentions, Brooke? Do you plan on going after my brother?

Brooke: Thorne, it's been a long flight. I'm really not in the mood for this.

Thorne: It's a simple question.

Brooke: No, it was a loaded question.

Thorne: So you do intend hitting on Ridge?

Brooke: Hitting on him?

Thorne: What else would you call it?

Brooke: You've been around your mother too much.

Thorne: You know what, Brooke? He is married with three kids.

Brooke: And that means nothing to me, right? I'm just a home wrecker here. I might as well go for the Hat trick.

Thorne: He is my brother and you have feelings for him or are you still going to deny that?

Brooke: I never denied having feelings for Ridge.

Thorne: Look, we don't need another scandal, Brooke.

Brooke: Oh, I see, now you're protecting Forrester.

Thorne: And so should you.

Brooke: We're a design house, Thorne. Our image is sexy, or should be.

Thorne: Sexy, not sleazy.

Brooke: Well, if something were to happen it would probably help. I don't think it would hurt.

Thorne: You know, you really have changed.

Brooke: And if I have changed you deserve half the credit. We were comfortably married and if you recall you pulled the rug right out from under my feet. It became a feeding frenzy. Everybody wants a bite out of Brooke.

Thorne: And you want a bite out of Ridge to get back at us.

Brooke: I would never use Ridge as a weapon. That is your mother's game, not mine.

Thorne: So your feelings for him are genuine?

Brooke: I think you know the answer to that.

Thorne: Well, what about Taylor and the kids, Brooke?

Brooke: I love those kids. And as for Taylor, she has her own problems.

Thorne: What does that mean?

Brooke: Why don't you ask your brother. Or better yet, ask Taylor.


Taylor: You don't think I respect you or trust you?

Ridge: I think you should have told me about Tony's HIV as soon as you found out. That's what I think.

Taylor: Okay, all right. Where well is the respect for me and my career? I've taken an oath, Ridge. My patients have to trust me.

Ridge: Taylor, there's nothing I wouldn't tell my wife. Oath or no oath.

Taylor: Okay, okay, I guess after all these years we've finally discovered the difference between you and me.

Ridge: Yeah, I guess we have.

Taylor: I cannot believe you are make such a big deal out of this.

Ridge: And I can't believe you're acting like it's nothing.

Taylor: It's a matter of integrity, Ridge.

Ridge: Oh, of course, which I know nothing about, right?

Taylor: You do pretty well, for a man.

Ridge: Yeah, thanks, doc.


Deacon: Here, you can have a sip of mine.

Bridget: If anybody sees you they're all going to want beer.

Deacon: Honey, I do have twelve case in the closet.

Bridget: Not tonight. Some of these people are still in high school.

Deacon: You're absolutely right. I'm sorry, here. Come on, come on.

Bridget: Sneak it in the bedroom and have it later.

Amber: Fun, huh?

Bridget: Hey, everybody, listen up. It's speech time. First of all, I would like to welcome you all to the first annual Mr. And Mrs..Deacon Sharp summer beach party. (Cheers & applause) oh, oh, and -- and, come on, for those of you who haven't yet met my incredibly, incredibly handsome husband, please make sure you stop by and check him out. But with your eyes only, ladies. And now we dance.


Thorne: Hey, Taylor, where is Ridge?

Taylor: Oh, he just went stomping down the hall. I'm waiting for him to get back.

Thorne: Well, it's just as well. You're the one I should be talking to anyway.

Taylor: What's up?

Thorne: Look, I don't want to alarm you, okay, but I just came from Brooke's office.

Taylor: She's back?

Thorne: Yeah, she's back.

Taylor: When you say that --

Thorne: Look, Taylor, I don't trust her, okay? And neither should you.

Taylor: Thorne, I am not going to start worrying about Brooke.

Thorne: I'm not asking you to worry about her, okay? Just keep an eye on her.

Taylor: Why?

Thorne: Because she's going after your husband, Taylor, that's why.


Ridge: Oh, man... Sweat it out. Get rid of it. Then go home to your wife and make up.

Brooke: Did you fax the meeting notes?

Megan: Yeah, they're coming in right now.

Brooke: Get copies to Ridge, Eric and Thorne.

Megan: How was your flight from Paris?

Brooke: Exhausting actually I'm just kind of stiff all over.

Megan: Why don't you take the rest of the day off. Ridge can handle things.

Brooke: That's a good idea. Is Ridge in his office?

Megan: No, actually, he's pretty stressed out himself. I think he went down to the steam room. I'm going to get that fax.

Brooke: Hmm, steam room.


Amber: That was the weirdest little speech that Bridget gave.

Deacon:  Cop on, take it easy. She's excited, that's all.

Amber: Especially the part about you, ladies, you can look but you cannot touch.

Deacon: She just wants me all to herself. You can't really blame her, can you?

Amber: Yeah.

Rick: Hey, what's going on?

Deacon: Want one?

Bridget: Deacon? You're burning the shish shish-ke-bobs.

Deacon: Sorry about that.


Ridge: (Sighing) (sound of door closing)

Ridge: Feels pretty good, doesn't it? It's just what I need.

Brooke: Yes. I know.


Amber: Tastes like something you would give Eric.

Deacon: Naughty, naughty.

Amber: Call it my contribution. The party needs help.

Deacon: Well, that's slightly true but it's against the rules.

Amber: Whose rules? Not yours.

Deacon: My wife's.

Amber: So what do you want me to do, dump the punch out?

Deacon: I don't really think there's any reason to get carried away. Just -- don't let anyone see what you're drinking, okay?

Amber: Done, done.

Deacon: Give me some, quickly.

Amber: Cheers.

Deacon: Cheers. Mm, that's good.

Amber: You're really get nothing this, huh?

Deacon: What?

Amber: Partying Forrester-style.

Deacon: Hey, if you can learn, why can't i?

Amber: I never threw a party quite like this.

Deacon: Well, you know, maybe I could somehow come over to your place and give you some lessons.

Amber: You do that. So, what were you thinking before?

Deacon: When?

Amber: You know when. The barbecue girl.

Deacon: I don't know what you're talking about.

Amber: You know, Deacon, you better get those thoughts out of your head.

Deacon: If -- if you picked up the fact that I was having some thoughts, Amber, well, that must mean that you were having the same thoughts.

Bridget: Hey, guys.

Deacon: Hey.

Bridget: How is the punch?

Deacon: It's too sweet because we put too much sugar.

Bridget: Let me try it. Let me try. No, it's not. It's perfect. I am so thirsty.


Ridge: Logan, what are you doing here?

Brooke: Same thing you are, Ridge, I imagine. Or maybe not. Your problems are very different than mine.

Ridge: Yeah, well, amen to that.

Brooke: So, you want to talk about it?

Ridge: Talk about what?

Brooke: What's going on between you, Taylor?

Ridge: I don't think so.

Brooke: Where are you going?

Ridge: Out of here, that's for sure.

Brooke: Why, Ridge? Does it get to you, being near me like this?

Ridge: Yes, Brooke, it does. I'm a man, you're a woman. A naked woman. What of it? I'll see you later.

Brooke: Ridge, please don't go.