B&B Transcript Thursday 12/5/02

The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Thursday 12/5/02

By Suzanne
proofread by Suvi

[ Phone ringing ]

Megan: Yes, Forrester Creations.

Eric: Oh, good. Put this right up here, please. Thank you.

Thorne: Keller's confirmed. He's gonna be there.

Eric: And he'd better be. That trash he wrote is half the reason I'm doing this. "Forrester is dead. Long live Forrester." Oh, good. Fine. All right, make sure this gets out with everything else. Come on.

Thorne: We got Rafaela, too.

Eric: You're kidding. You said that she was -- she was on vacation.

Thorne: They were right.

Eric: They said she was unreachable.

Thorne: They were wrong.

Eric: Good job, Thorne.

Thorne: But, Dad, we should be on the road by now.

Eric: Yeah, I know.

Megan: Competition on line two.

Eric: Competition? What's she talking about? Who could possibly compete with us?

Megan: The prodigal son then.

Eric: Oh, that competition. Yeah.

Ridge: I got your message.

Eric: So you'll join us on the Forrester jet?

Ridge: Are sure that's the way you want it?

Eric: Well, I want to see my grandchildren, and I would like to see my daughter. If that means putting up with you, then so be it.

Ridge: Well, the trip out's not gonna be so bad. It's coming home you've gonna have to worry about. Because you're gonna have to stare at that massive trophy with my name on it the whole trip back.

Eric: Dream on, my boy. In fact, dreams are good. Dreams are good for the soul, no matter how far-fetched they may be.

Thorne: Hey, we gotta go.

Eric: Gotta go.

Ridge: Yeah, I'll see you soon.

Sally: Oh, you're gonna have to forgive me for overhearing everything, Ridge, but my antenna's always up. What's going on? Are you gonna be fraternizing with the enemy? Mm? Mm?

Ridge: Oh, it's good for the kids, Sal. You know, spend a little time with the family.

Clarke: I'm tellin' ya, you're missing out. Did you tell him about the plane we chartered?

Ridge: No. I haven't heard about this.

Sally: We have charted our own private jet plane. And we are comin' out, honey. We are puttin' on the Ritz.

Clarke: It's gonna be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh?

Sally: Well, maybe not, Bucky. Maybe we will begin to enjoy living the high life, residing in the lap of luxury. Listen, we might even want to take up permanent residence in one of those fancy little jet planes, huh?

Clarke: It's gonna be a real whopper, I hear.

Sally: Well -- I hear the same thing. And I'm very impressed. You know, Darla really did her research on the price.

Ridge: Mm-hmm.

Kristen: Okay to come in?

Sally: Of course, Kristen. Come on in, doll. Honey, tell me you're here to take a peak and spy on this brilliant collection and report back to the competition. Because I want them all to know what kind of a tough competitor they're facing.

Kristen: Actually, I just wanted to say good-bye and good luck. Are you ready for this?

Ridge: More than ready. I really need this. This is something to help keep my mind occupied, you know? It's one of those things.

Kristen: I think it's a good thing. It's a good thing for all of us.


Brooke: There we are. You're all nice and warm now. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.

Megan: Oh, my Gosh.

Brooke: My little world traveler.

Megan: She is adorable. So stylish. Listen, you need to get going.

Brooke: I know. I know. Are you ready to get on a plane, sweetie?

Megan: Listen, Brooke -- what do I do if Deacon calls?

Brooke: He won't.

Megan: I know you sent him the check. I know you want to believe this whole thing is done --

Brooke: And it is done. Deacon's very capable of moving on with his life. And I told him that's exactly what I want him to do. So you don't have to worry about a thing. Okay? I'll call you when I land.

Megan: Okay.

Brooke: Say bye-bye.

Megan: Bye-bye.

Brooke: Bye.


C.J.: Bridget, I can't -- I can't believe you're just gonna pick up and take off like this. I mean --

Bridget: Well, you should come, too. Your Mom told me she invited you.

C.J.: Yeah, right. And be part of Ridge's entourage. No, thanks. It's really not my style. Besides, I'm sure he'd love that -- me mooching off Marone Industries to hit on his sister. I am gonna miss you, Bridget.

Bridget: I'm gonna miss you, too. Hey, Mark -- what are you doing here?


Thorne: Okay, guys, these are great. Let's get 'em to the docks, get 'em loaded. Thanks a lot. All right.

Eric: We've got the jewelry. We've got the jewelry.

Thorne: All right. 76, 654.

Eric: Okay. That's all right.

Stephanie: You're still here! I have been waiting downstairs.

Thorne: I'm trying.

Eric: We're on our way. Look, I'm gonna check this out with Harry myself.

Stephanie: Don't check anything out with Harry. No matter what happens, you've already won. No matter what happens in Italy, you have your triumph because of what you have done for Ridge. Anything the critics say will just be icing on the cake. And I couldn't be more proud of you than I am at this moment.

Rick: Arrivederci!

Amber: Bon voyage!

Rick: That's -- that's French, honey.

Amber: Well, it's French champagne.

Eric: Oh, well, good. I'm glad to hear it.

Amber: Anyways, good luck. Good luck. Not that you're gonna need it. Rick showed me your sketches, and they kick butt.

Eric: Couldn't ask for a higher praise. Cheers.

Stephanie: Lovely compliment. Okay.

Amber: Isn't it gonna be so great to see all the look on those critics faces? You know, all the ones that said the glory days of Forrester were over? I almost wish I could be there.

Stephanie: Well, come with us.

Thorne: There's plenty of room on the jet, you know that?

Stephanie: Yeah. You can have a second honeymoon in Portofino.

Amber: No, no, no. It's okay. We are having a great second honeymoon right here.

Megan: Everyone -- Brooke's on her way down to the limo.

Stephanie: Well, in that case --

Eric: Let's go.

Thorne: Time to book.

Stephanie: -- We had better go.

Eric: All right.

Amber: Have fun. Have a --

Rick: Have so much fun. Good-bye.

Amber: Have a great time.

Eric: Don't touch anything in this office.

Rick: Okay. Okay. All right, I promise.

Thorne: Hit me again --

Rick: You know what? Take 'em off. Come on, take 'em off.

Amber: Bye.

Rick: Have fun.

Amber: Have a safe plane ride.

Rick: Cheers.

Amber: Cheers.


Darla: Okay, guys, the truck is loaded and ready to go.

Ridge: All right, Sally, I'm leaving it all in your hands.

Sally: They will be safe there, Ridge. I know their value. They are seven little master pieces. First class all the way, kid gloves. Clarke here has volunteered to personally drive them to the airport.

Ridge: Sounds good. Next time I see you --

Sally: We'll be continental.

Ridge: Yes, we will. See you there. Sis -- bye.

Kristen: Good luck.

Darla: Have a safe trip, Ridge.

Ridge: Clarke, we'll see you soon.

Clarke: See ya. Better get out of here, make sure everything's situated.

Darla: Yeah.

Sally: Now promise me you won't eat all the caviar before I get there, please.

Clarke: I'll try and restrain myself.

Darla: Hey, I'll keep an eye on him, Sal.

Sally: Just go, will you? Will you get out of here and let me work?

Darla: Portofino, here we come!


Mark: I was afraid I was gonna miss you.

Bridget: Oh. Well, I stopped by the hospital. But they said you were in surgery.

Mark: Yeah. Well, I got out, I got your message. And I swiped some flowers out of a patient's room. Listen, I don't want to interrupt. I mean, please, go on with whatever it was you were doing.

Mark: Would it help if I turn around?

C.J.: Bridget, can you come upstairs for a second, please?

Bridget: Oh, no, C.J., I'm already running so late. I can't hold everybody up.

C.J.: Well, that's okay. I can take you to the airport.

Bridget: Oh, actually, my cab is waiting outside.

Mark: It looks like it's now or never, buddy.

C.J.: Do you mind?

Mark: Yeah, actually, I do. You know, you're wasting time I could be using.

Bridget: Oh, you guys, don't do this. We're saying good-bye, okay? This isn't a competition.

Mark: These are for you. Well, not originally.

Bridget: "Get well soon, Adelaide"?

C.J.: Wait a minute. You seriously stole these from some old lady?

Mark: Yeah, not to worry. Before she wakes up from anesthesia, Iíll buy her flowers I would've gotten you. And Ceej here can give her a kiss.

C.J.: You know what? You really need to get out of my face, bro.

Bridget: C.J. --

Mark: All I'm saying is that you have a better chance of being Adelaide's prince charming.

Bridget: Mark --

C.J.: All right, you know what? See, we're trying to have a private conversation here. So why don't you butt out?

Mark: Don't let me stop you.

C.J.: All right, then get lost.

Mark: Or what? What, you're gonna throw another bag of coffee at me?

C.J.: Who knows? Maybe it'll be a whole coffee pot this time.

Mark: Look, who're you kiddin', Ceej? All right? You don't even have the nerves to kiss the girl.

C.J.: Oh, really? I don't? Watch this. Bridget!?

Waitress: She left.


Darla: Clarke, it's gotta be better on the inside than it is on the outside.

Clarke: I hope so.

Darla: Oh.

[ Chickens clucking ]

Clarke: Oh, Darla, tell me this is not our plane.

Darla: No, no. Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be.

Hal: You'd be miss Darla.

Darla: Hal?

Hal: None other. Well, how you doin'? Huh?

Darla: Not too good, Hal. I've been better. You told me that bluebell was top-of-the-line.

Hal: Well, in her day, she was.

Darla: In her day?

Hal: Well, she's held up pretty well considering.

Darla: I can't breathe. This isn't what I expected, Hal. Not at all.

Hal: Well, my wife and I fixed her up real nice and comfortable. Go on, just have a seat.

[ Chickens clucking ]


Thorne: Well, that's fine. But I need him there as early as possible. And you can let -- sure.

Amy: Caviar?

Stephanie: Oh, thank you, Amy.

Eric: Amy, great. Look at this. Thank you.

Amy: You're welcome.

Stephanie: I don't think I had a chance to tell you. I had -- the funniest thing happened when I called the hotel.

Eric: Really? What?

Stephanie: Well, they said there were no rooms available.

Eric: You're kidding? Did you tell them who you were?

Stephanie: Yeah. It didn't seem to matter. They were very apologetic. They said they just couldn't accommodate me.

Eric: Well, that's a shame. The Splendido is a beautiful hotel.

Stephanie: Well, it's my favorite. I think I'll have to pout. I wanted to stay there.

Eric: I wanted you to stay there, too. Well, you know, you still could. I have the presidential suite reserved for myself.

Stephanie: They mentioned that.

Eric: I'd be glad to share.

Stephanie: You are so sweet to me. But it won't be necessary.

Eric: No?

Stephanie: No. I called back a while later using a different name and, surprise of surprises, there were rooms available.

Eric: I see.

Stephanie: Nice try.

Eric: Well, don't think I'm gonna stop trying.

Stephanie: Well, I hope not. Next time, though, be a little more creative. And it wouldn't hurt to be a little more romantic.

Eric: You do want to be won over?

Stephanie: I was looking forward to it.

Eric: So am I -- a lot. And I am gonna win, Stephanie. And not just this competition with Ridge either.

Stephanie: Chills run up and down my spine.

Amy: Come on in. Just watch your head.

Brooke: That must be Ridge. I'll be right back.

Tricia: Well, hi, Brooke.

Brooke: What are doing here?


[ chickens clucking ]

Sally: Oh, you guys are a scream. This is hilarious.

[ Sally laughing ] it's a joke, isn't it? It's a joke?

Darla: Sally, I am so -- I'm so sorry.

Sally: Oh, saints in heaven preserve us.

Clarke: Sally, I've talked to all the airlines. There's nothing that can get us to Portofino in time.

Sally: There's gotta be. There's gotta be, Clarke. Don't tell me there's nothing. There's gotta be. I mean, look at this. There's gotta be another airline. I'm willing to pay anything for it -- another plane. I'm willing to buy seats from somebody else. I am willing to bribe somebody. We are not going anywhere in this bucket of bolts.

Marge: Here now -- show some respect.

Sally: And who may I ask are you, madame?

Hal: Well, this is my little sugar blossom and co-pilot. Y'all wanna get buckled up now?

Sally: No, smiling jack, I don't think so. I think I'd like you to open that door right now!

Hal: Well, it's a little late for a pit stop. We're about to take off.

Sally: Yeah, well, I'm about to take off your head if you don't let us out of here.

Clarke: Sally? Sally? Sally, calm down, okay now, listen, chuck jager, okay -- we've had a change of plans. Time to get our things out of the cargo hold, then we'll be on


Marge: Oh, we can't. It's too late.

Clarke: Why? Why? What's going on?

Hal: Well, we're cleared to takeoff in two minutes.

Marge: Hal and I ain't been late for a takeoff in 50 years.

Hal: Ain't about to start down. If you all wanna bailout, that's your business. But just tell me where to drop off the stuff.

Sally: Those are very, very precious designer gowns. They are worth tens of thousands of dollars!

Hal: So you don't say.

Sally: I'm not leaving them here with you.

Hal: Well, then I guess you'll be coming with us.

Marge: You might want these.

Sally: Thank you, Martha Stewart. They can't get away with this, can they? No, this is skyway robbery. Hey! Hey! Red baron, come on!

Darla: Sally! Sally! Sally, Sally, Sally -- stop! Stop! Stop! Okay, listen -- listen -- you go ahead, okay? I'll stay with the designs. This mess is my fault anyway. Okay?

Clarke: No, no, no. You are not staying here alone. I'm gonna be here with you. But she's right. Sally, why don't you go ahead? You know, you go get another flight.

We'll catch up with you in Portofino. Okay?

[ Darla screams ]

Darla: Oh, God, are you okay?

Clarke: Hopefully, we'll meet you in Portofino.

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Sally talking to herself ]

Sally: Chickens! Chickens, Darla! [ Chickens clucking ] Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Darla!


Tricia: Well, it's nice to see you, too, Brooke.

Thorne: Tricia, thanks.

Tricia: Sure.

Thorne: Brought everything but the passport.

Brooke: Oh. So you were just --

Tricia: Uh-huh.

Brooke: And now you're leaving?

Tricia: Not quite yet. Could I talk to you for a sec?

Thorne: Yeah, sure. Come on.

Tricia: Okay. You forgot something else.

Thorne: You couldn't give it to me in front of Brooke?

Tricia: No.

Thorne: What is it?

Tricia: This.

Amy: Hi, Mr. Forrester.

Ridge: Hello, Amy. Come on in, everybody.

Stephanie: Oh, they're here. Oh, great. They're here, because they're here. Because --

Ridge: Hello.

Stephanie: Hello, hello, hello, hello.

Phoebe: Hi, grandma.

Brooke: I'm so glad that you're coming.

Bridget: I am, too.

Stephanie: So, flowers from C.J.?

Bridget: No.

Stephanie: Oh. Flowers from Mark?

Brooke: Who's Mark?

Steffy: Bridget's boyfriend.

Bridget: Hey. What did I tell you about that?

Steffy: He's not your boyfriend.

Bridget: Exactly.

Ridge: He's her love slave.

Bridget: You're worse than them.

[ Laughter ]

Eric: Listen, you three, we have some surprises for you in the back.

Phoebe: Presents?

Ridge: Look, it doesn't matter how many things you get them, Dad, they're still gonna root for me. I hate to tell you.

Eric: Oh, we'll see about that.

Stephanie: Let's see. What did I buy? I think I bought books.

Eric: Books.

Stephanie: And then I bought books.

Eric: Books.

Stephanie: And then I got more books. Oh, and also got video games.

Thomas: Cool!

Ridge: Great.

Kids: Eww!

Tricia: Oh, well -- have a nice trip.

Thorne: I will. Thank you.

Tricia: Okay. See you guys later.

Thorne: Bye. Not a word. Not one word.

Thomas: You like her.

Steffy: Is Tricia your girlfriend?

Thorne: Go play your video games, okay?

Phoebe: Are you gonna marry her?

Eric: Well, are you?

Thorne: Are we there yet?

[ Laughter ]

Eric: Can you take a cold shower on this plane?

[ Laughter ]

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