B&B Transcript Tuesday 11/26/02

The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Tuesday 11/26/02

By Suzanne
Proofread by Becky

Thorne: Oh, my. Gearing up for Italy, I see, huh?

Brooke: Oh, trying.

Thorne: Huh. So, this little Italian picnic helped to get you in the mood?

Brooke: Oh, that little Italian picnic was a waste of good marinara sauce.

Thorne: Hmm -- let me guess. You hit a brick wall with Ridge?

Brooke: I hit a brick wall, but it certainly wasn't with Ridge.

Thorne: Ah, mother?

Brooke: Oh, no. You're mother's a pussycat compared to this woman.

Thorne: Hmm, well -- now you've got me curious.

Brooke: It's Dr. Quick. Named aptly, I might say. She's probably over there at Ridge's trying to put the moves on him right now.

Thorne: Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little j --

Brooke: No, no -- I am not a little jealous. I certainly wouldn't be of this arrogant, self-righteous person.

Thorne: Now, now -- that's my tenant you're talking about.

Brooke: What?

Thorne: Tricia. She needed a place to stay, so I offered one.

Brooke: She moved in with you?

Thorne: Mm-hmm.

Brooke: My God, Thorne -- don't you see? That is a cover.

Thorne: Oh, you think I'm that unappealing, huh?

Brooke: No. No, I think she is that devious. I bet she's over at Ridge's right now doing her sympathy routine to put the moves on him.


Ridge: Doc.

Taylor: Ridge --

Tricia: -- I'm not Taylor.

Ridge: What?

Tricia: You called me "Doc." You said that was your name for her.

Ridge: Oh, man. Oh, god -- oh, what's going on here?

Tricia: Ridge, it's okay.

Ridge: No, it's not okay to call you "Doc." What -- what the hell am I thinking here?

Tricia: You were thinking about Taylor. This has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with how much you miss your wife.

Ridge: Am I losing my mind here?

Tricia: No, no, you are just a man in pain. Which proves to me how much more you really do need me.


Technician: Okay, C.J. You're all set, man. You got your mikes, you got your camera, you got your speakers. You guys should have a really good time tonight, man. This place should be jumpin'.

C.J.: Right on. Right on, yeah. You never know what you're gonna get on open mike night.

Technician: Got you. Well, karaoke ought to keep things interesting.

C.J.: Yeah, you know, I wasn't sure about it at first, but it looks like it's gonna be a pretty good night. Place is filling up. Hey, thanks a lot, Scott.

Technician: All right, man.

Mark: You know, I couldn't agree with you more, buddy.

C.J.: Looks like I spoke too soon about it being a good night.

Mark: C'mon, hey. Is that any way to greet your big brother?

C.J.: You know what, you're right. What do you want?

Mark: Well, actually, you're in luck. I was just passing through your humble establishment on my way to Bridget's apartment.

C.J.: Well, you're wasting your precious time, doctor. She's not here.

Mark: Well then, I guess I'll just have to hang out with you, then.

C.J.: You mean, me and my family?

Mark: Your family?

C.J.: Yeah. My mom and dad are coming down tonight. They asked me to hold a table for them.

Mark: Whoa, you mean dad and your mom still go out together?

C.J.: Yeah, well, is there some kind of problem with that?

Mark: No, I just don't get it.

C.J.: Well, you wouldn't.


Sally: The whole collection is absolutely brilliant.

Clarke: Ridge has really outdone himself.

Sally: Uh-huh. And you do realize that Spectra Fashions is going to be the beneficiary of all that genius, don't you? Can't wait to see Eric Forrester's face when we are declared the best in Portofino.

Clarke: You know, you really ought to be grateful to Eric. His challenge put a fire under Ridge.

Sally: Yes, it certainly did. But I don't think even Eric expected Ridge to come up with anything quite so brilliant. This wedding gown. Well -- it is spectacular. Bella bella, huh?

Clarke: You're loving this, aren't you, Sally?

Sally: Yes, I am. I am admitting it. I am absolutely loving it. I cannot wait to get to Italy. It's going to be a fabulous trip.

Clarke: Well, you deserve something fabulous in your life.

Sally: Well, thank you, my dear. That's very sweet of you. I'm seeing a whole new side of you. You don't seem to be upset at all that Ridge is gonna be getting all the attention. You're just happy for me.

Clarke: Yes, actually I am.

Sally: Well, I appreciate that very much.

Clarke: Hmm.

Sally: And it's lovely to see such a mature attitude in you. C'mon.

Clarke: Where we going?

Sally: We are going over to the Insomnia.

Clarke: What for?

Sally: C.J. Is planning a little celebration.

Clarke: Celebration? Why?

Sally: It's for life. Because it doesn't get any better than this. Come on.

Clarke: All right, Sally. You lead, I follow.


Thorne: So you dumped the whole jar on her?

Brooke: She deserved it.

Thorne: You really have it in for this lady, don't you?

Brooke: I don't trust her. I just don't trust her methods. I mean, what therapist shows up at her patient's house at all hours of the day and night?

Thorne: A very dedicated one?

Brooke: Oh, come on. I know you're not that naive.

Thorne: Ah. I'll take that as a compliment.

Brooke: She's a about as qualified to dispense advice as I am.

Thorne: And when was it you got your ph.D.?

Brooke: Okay, so she has a few fancy letters behind her name, but that doesn't mean she knows what she's talking about. I mean, my god. She doesn't even know Ridge. She just met him. She couldn't even come close to knowing him better than I -- all of us do.

Thorne: Okay, so she's untrustworthy. She's unorthodox in her practice. Anything else?

Brooke: She rides a motorcycle.

Thorne: Whew, that's a sure sign of dubious character.

Brooke: Thorne, you are not taking this seriously. I mean, this is your brother we're talking about here. Aren't you concerned about what happens to him?

Thorne: I think Ridge can take care of himself when it comes to women. Especially predatory women.

Brooke: So you do think that she's after him.

Thorne: I think that any man can be gotten only if he wants to be gotten. And if that's what Ridge is wanting, there's nothing that you, I, or anyone else can do about it, Brooke.

Brooke: You know what? You're absolutely right.

Thorne: Meaning?

Brooke: Meaning, Dr. Quick can set her sights on Ridge, but there's no way that he would ever be interested in her.


Ridge: You're wrong. I don't need you. In fact, I wish you'd just go. Go.

Tricia: Ridge, what just happened --

Ridge: Don't worry about it. Just forget about it.

Tricia: I want you to know that I understand.

Ridge: Just being here in this room, seeing you in her clothes -- I thought I had a handle on my feelings. Obviously, I don't.

Tricia: I should never have put these on.

Ridge: I'm the one that asked you to.

Tricia: Well, it's your way of bringing Taylor back, and I should have seen that. I apologize.

Ridge: It's okay.

Tricia: No, it's not. Some good did come out of it, though.

Ridge: Want to clue me in on what that might be?

Tricia: What happened here gave you a little window into your heart to see how deeply your pain goes. So much of it's still buried, Ridge.

Ridge: I think I've just been afraid to let it out. That I wouldn't be able to stop it.

Tricia: It feels that way, doesn't it? But the pain does go away.

Ridge: Where the hell does it go?

Tricia: It turns into the memories we store in our hearts. You're not going to forget Taylor. You couldn't. But you can get past losing her, and you can be happy again.

Ridge: You got a prescription for that?

Tricia: More like a 12-step program. The first step is you acknowledging your grief. Now, you can do this, Ridge.

Ridge: God, you are so much like her.

Tricia: Not really. And more importantly, I'm not her, and I can't be her for you. But I can help you, if you'll let me.

Ridge: I don't know.

Tricia: Just think about it.

Ridge: Okay.

Tricia: I guess I'd better be going.


Mark: Okay, c'mon. You've gotta admit that dad and your mom are a pretty unlikely couple.

C.J.: Why is that? Because they don't fit your little stereotype of what a couple should look like?

Mark: And Sally -- well, she's not exactly -- I mean, you know.

C.J: Not exactly what, Mark?

Mark: Well, I guess, growing up as a kid, you know, I always thought dad wasn't with mom because he was with some smokin' babe. Clarke Garrison does have a reputation for being a player.

C.J.: No, he had a reputation, okay?

Mark: So, are you telling me he changed his ways for your mom?

C.J.: You know what? I'm not telling you anything. Because frankly, I don't have to. You're the last person I should need to defend my parents' relationship to.

Mark: Right. Because you can't?

C.J.: No, because you wouldn't understand.

Mark: Oh, right -- me being a Neanderthal and all.

C.J.: Hey, if the shoe fits, buddy.

Mark: C'mon, little brother, hey. C'mon. Give me a chance.

C.J.: All right. My mom and dad, Mark, they have something that goes way beyond the surface. Something that you can't tell just by looking at them. You know, they genuinely care about each other. They're always there for each other when it really counts, and they make each other laugh. I mean, sure -- they're different, and they're a little bit quirky. But I tell you what -- married or divorced, they're gonna be best friends forever.


Sally: Hello hello. Hello, my son. How are you, my darling? Mm. Have you got something wonderful brewing for your dear old decrepit mother?

Clarke: She may be dear, but she'll never be old.

C.J.: I've got a table for you right over here.

Sally: Oh, wonderful.

C.J.: Best seat in the house.

Sally: Excellent. Thank you, my darling. Oh, I am in such a good mood tonight. I am totally buzzed.

Clarke: All right, you'd better make it decaf tonight, all right, son?

Sally: No, do not hold the caffeine. I want to keep this feeling.

Mark: Hey, dad. Sally.

Clarke: Hi, Mark. Oh, both my boys are here, huh? This makes it a family night.

C.J.: Oh, you know, I'd really love to, dad, but as you can see, I've got a full house. I've got work to do. You know.

Mark: And I'm on call. You know, I wouldn't want to start something I couldn't finish.

Clarke: Okay, guys. Those guys keep working.

Sally: Mm-hmm.

Clarke: I like my boys to work.

C.J.: So, what's up?

Sally: Well, you mean besides me? Because I'm high as a kite.

C.J.: Yeah, I can see that. You want to tell me why?

Sally: Yes I do, actually. It's because your father and I are celebrating the rebirth of Spectra Fashions. We are on the rise again, my son. All thanks to Ridge Forrester's genius as a designer. He and those gorgeous clothes he made for us are gonna take us all the way to Portofino, in Italy and beyond.

C.J.: All right. You know, I'm really happy for you, Mom. That sounds great. That calls for my best Italian roast.

Sally: Wonderful. We are definitely ready for it.

Technician: Hey, C.J. Hey, when do you want to start the karaoke, man?

C.J.: Uh, what do you say? About 30 minutes?

Technician: Sounds good.

C.J.: Right on, thanks.

Sally: Karaoke? Marvelous. Because I definitely feel an aria coming on.

La la la

clarke: Oh, no.

Sally: La la la

Sally: Mm. Delicioso. C.J., You have outdone yourself.

C.J.: Hey, nothing but the best for my mom.

Sally: Flatterer. Listen, what's with all the pleasing talk and the buttering-up? You want a loan or something?

C.J.: Uh, well, yeah. The truth of the matter is, I am having a little bit of financial trouble.

Sally: What? How much? How much do you need, C.J.?

C.J.: Couple hundred thousand dollars.

Sally: Couple hundred -- get out of here, you.

C.J.: Gotcha.

Sally: Oh, you bum.

Clarke: Get out of here.

C.J.: You guys are way too easy.

Clarke: Get out of here.

C.J.: It's on the house.

Clarke: That boy's a devil.

Sally: He's your son.

Clarke: Well, you know what? I think he gets his heart, that big old heart that he has, from his mother. What?

Sally: Oh, nothing. I was just wondering what happened to that other guy.

Clarke: What other guy?

Sally: Oh, you know. That arrogant, self-serving workaholic that used to reside in that very attractive body of yours.

Clarke: Is that your idea of a compliment?

Sally: No, baby. Here comes the compliment. I'm glad that other guy's gone. I never want to see him again. Because the current Clarke Garrison is a winner.

Clarke: Thank you, my dear.

Sally: That's all right. Cheers.

Mark: It's crazy.

C.J.: Nope. It's magic.


Tricia: How's the water?

Thorne: Hot, just like I like it.

Tricia: I heard there was an open bottle of Chianti out here. And I brought my glass.

Thorne: Ah, I like a woman that's prepared.

Tricia: You seemed a little preoccupied before I came out.

Thorne: Uh, yeah. I am, actually. I have a little problem.

Tricia: Mm.

Thorne: Maybe you can help me with it.

Tricia: If I can.

Thorne: I -- I don't know. I had this sudden, unexplainable urge for spaghetti with marinara sauce.

[ Both laugh ]

Tricia: You're a very funny guy.

Thorne: Oh, yeah, well -- isn't a sense of humor a quality that a woman finds appealing in a man?

Tricia: Well, I'm much more of a butt person myself.

Thorne: Why, Dr. Quick, you shock me.

Tricia: Well, I'm only being honest.

Thorne: Oh, okay. Well, to honesty.

Tricia: And to new friends.


Ridge: Logan.

Brooke: Hi, Ridge. What's up?

Ridge: Oh, I think you have a pretty good idea.

Brooke: Okay, look, I can explain --

Ridge: And you're gonna do it in person. Now get over here.

Brooke: But, I --

Ridge: Now.

[ Dial tone ]


[ applause ]

Clarke: You know, you could never get me to sing like that.

Sally: Oh, really? Come on, who do you think you're kidding. You know you want to get up there and do it.

Clarke: Karaoke is a combination of people who shouldn't sing with people who shouldn't drink. Not in a million years.

Sally: Very funny. Come on. I know you. You want to do it. Come with me.

Clarke: I just had decaf. I can't --

Sally: No, come on.

[ Applause ]

[ all speaking at once ] all right, baby.

Technician: How about this one?

Sally: Perfect, perfect.

Technician: All right.

Sally: Now look, darling. All you have to do is follow the bouncing ball. It's so simple. Just like in the movies.

Clarke: All right.

Sally: Ready?

They say we're young and we don't know

and that we won't find out until we grow

Clarke: Well, I don't know if all that's true

cause you got me and baby I got you

Both: Babe, I got you

Clarke: Now, are you Sonny, or am I Cher?

[ Laughter ] I got you, babe.

I got flowers

Sally: I got flowers in the spring.

Clarke: In the spring I got you to wear my ring

Sally: Whatever the ring, yeah, you know.

Clarke: And when I'm sad

Sally: You're a clown

Clarke: And if I get scared

Both: You're always around

[ applause ]

hey I got you, babe

Clarke: I got you, babe

C.J.: See? What did I tell you? Magic.


Thorne: I thought you were going to bed.

Tricia: I couldn't sleep.


[ Doorbell rings ]

Ridge: Come in.

Brooke: I've been a bad girl.

Ridge: Yes, you have. A very bad girl.

Brooke: You want to spank me?

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