The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 9/27/10
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Stephanie: I have cancer?
Dr. Lewis: I wish I could say that... you didnít.
Brooke: She-- she isn't even sick. She just fell.
Dr. Lewis: Dr. Rabin wants you to have an MRI. They're making the room available for you now.
Brooke: Wait. Wait. Who's Dr. Rabin?
Dr. Lewis: Our head oncologist. Do you have any body jewelry?
Stephanie: Piercings? No, of course not.
Dr. Lewis: Removable dental work?
Brooke: Okay. Okay. (Sighs) So you're looking for cancer.
Stephanie: Dr. Lewis, I know that you all are very, very thorough when here at this hos-- (Coughs) But you really have to put me through every machine in the place?
Dr. Lewis: How long have you had that cough?
Stephanie: Since you stuck that thing down my throat.
Dr. Lewis: And the shortness of breath?
Brooke: No, you mentioned that. She didnít.
Stephanie: Well, actually, I do get winded going upstairs, but that--doesn't everybody?
Brooke: Doctor, I'm sorry. But what you came in here saying is just... doesn't seem justified.
Stephanie: Well, now that I think about it, you know, I've been sitting up in the middle of the night gasping for air and my-- my side of the bed, the pillows, everything, has just been soaking wet, but I just thought that was sort of like night sweats or...
Dr. Lewis: Sometimes the symptoms are subtle. Could be nothing. Could be half a dozen things.
Brooke: Symptoms of what?
Dr. Lewis: Lung cancer.
Eric: Eh, this just isn't right. I mean... (Mutters) This stuff isn't right.
Ridge: Just walk in like you own the place, huh?
Eric: You know, this, uh, this office is a little different from when it was my office, you know.
Ridge: Really? How so?
Eric: Yeah, well, that's, uh... (Sighs) It's shabbier.
Eric: You know, your mother's birthday is coming up, you know.
Ridge: Oh, yeah. That is this week, isn't it? Did you think I needed a reminder?
Eric: Well, I'm making the rounds because I don't want anyone to forget and because Steffy told me to.
Ridge: Is this the big, big birthday? I mean, Tibetan monasteries and diamonds the size of soup cans and all that?
Eric: (Chuckles) No, you know how she is. "It's just, a-a regular day, just like any other."
Ridge: Yeah, "Well, personally, I think it's a conspiracy of the greeting card companies."
Eric: (Chuckles) Yeah. Yeah. Now what do you buy for a woman who hates getting older and--and she can shoot the head off a match at 20 paces?
Eric: Yeah, I guess so. We'll do the really, really big birthday next year. I mean, Tibet will still be there, right?
Ridge: I have an idea. Why don't you bring mother over to our house for dinner?
Eric: What, to your place?
Ridge: Yeah. And of course afterwards, you've always got your box seats at the opera.
Eric: No, no, I know. You know, I'm just thinking...
Ridge: What? What? What? How many years has it been since the two of you have come over to my house for dinner? Or have you ever?
Eric: Your mother and I have never missed Thomasís birthday or the twins' birthdays.
Ridge: Mm-hmm. Ever since I've been married to Brooke, you and Mother have come over exactly... zero.
Eric: Gee, I wonder why that is.
Brooke: You don't smoke. They saw something on the C.T., right? Well, it-- it was probably scarring.
Stephanie: She's right. I had a gunshot wound a number of years ago. And, uh, that's probably what they saw--the scarring.
Dr. Lewis: Yes. Yes, something showed up, and that's why we did a bronchoscopy.
Brooke: Or it could be a bug. I mean, she does travel a lot, so...
Dr. Lewis: Infection was one of my thoughts, and as luck would have it, our chief surgical resident scoped you, and then the tissue scraping showed no infectious agents, he had the pathologist try a different stain. That's when it showed up.
Stephanie: I never smoked.
Dr. Lewis: One out of four new lung cancer diagnoses are in people who never smoked. Throw in the people who quit smoking decades ago, that would account for roughly 60% of new cases.
Stephanie: But I'm never sick.
Brooke: It's true. (Sighs)
Stephanie: Dr. Lewis, I'm not a sick person.
Eric: I'm gonna head home before your mother thinks that I'm holed up in some motel room with a model some place.
Ridge: Oh, Dad, models don't do it in hotel rooms anymore. They use cocktail bars.
Eric: Is that right?
Ridge: Yeah. Just don't go home with a mojito on your breath.
Eric: All right. You're not, uh, you're not upset about what I said before?
Ridge: Look, I know Mother and Brooke don't get along. I just don't see why it has to be considered a permanent condition like eczema.
Eric: Yeah, well, I thought eczema went away sometimes.
Ridge: Thomas actually has a very nice, uh, refreshing view of all this. He sees the two of them battling as a problem that can be solved. I personally think we should head towards the view-- how would Taylor say it? Uh, desensitization.
Eric: Well, just not on your mother's birthday and certainly not in our opera box. Somebody could fall.
Ridge: (Chuckles) Okay.
Dr. Rabin: Your primary tumor is what we call non-small cell adenocarcinoma. It's the less aggressive, more treatable class of lung cancer.
Stephanie: You said primary tumor. Do you mean there's more than one?
Dr. Rabin: We found some enlarged nodes on the scan we'll want to take a look at. We also found metastatic tumors in the brain.
Stephanie: Oh. Well, that doesn't sound good.
Dr. Rabin: It's very serious, of course.
Stephanie: Could you define "Serious"?
Dr. Rabin: The technical classification is stage four.
Stephanie: How many stages are there?
Dr. Rabin: Four.
Stephanie: Oh. Doesn't get much worse, then.
Dr. Rabin: But, Mrs. Forrester, we haven't even talked about therapeutic options.
Stephanie: No, I don't think I want to until I know exactly what they are and how effective they would be.
Dr. Rabin: Uh, every case is different. Um...
Stephanie: But you must have some statistics.
Brooke: This is a lot to absorb. (Sighs) I-I'm not sure it's gonna really help throwing around numbers.
Stephanie: (Coughs) I'd, uh, what are my chances?
Dr. Rabin: In absolute terms, impossible to say. But the stage four survival rate in five years is not quite 10%.
Dr. Lewis: There are new strategies evolving all the time, and you're fortunate-- you can afford them.
Dr. Rabin: We want to take some more tissue and see how it responds in vitro to chemo-therapeutic agents.
Stephanie: Oh, that could wait, can't it?
Dr. Rabin: And surgery is often effective.
Brooke: Removing a lung?
Dr. Rabin: Or part of it.
Stephanie: Well, how long do I have?
Dr. Lewis: Take all the time you need. Discuss it with your family.
Stephanie: Doctor, I'm not the kind of person that doesn't like to know exactly where she stands.
Dr. Rabin: Six to eight months.
Stephanie: Is that with the treatment or without?
Dr. Rabin: With.
Brooke: I think that's, uh, that's enough for now.
Dr. Lewis: We'll talk tomorrow.
Stephanie: Thank you.
Brooke: (Sniffles) No, it can't possibly be as bad as it sounds, right?
Stephanie: I want to go home.
Brooke: Of course you do. Here. Let me help you.
Stephanie: I'm not an invalid, Brooke.
Brooke: Stephanie, I... I'm really sorry that I was saying that you were faking, that...
Stephanie: Put some cold water on your face and take me home, okay?
Brooke: Do you want me to say anything to--to Ridge and to Thorne? Do you want me to tell them about your diagnosis? Or do you want to tell them yourself, or--
Stephanie: I don't want you to say one word to anyone. This is my business. I certainly don't want you saying anything to Ridge.
Brooke: I can respect that.
Stephanie: If I'd had my wits about me, I would have told you to leave the room.
Brooke: I wouldn't have left you alone.
Stephanie: Story of my life.
Brooke: (Sighs) Rise and shine!
Ridge: How long have you been there?
Brooke: Oh. (Sighs) Not long.
Ridge: You don't have to be in stealth mode. Mother went home.
Brooke: (Sighs) I saw her.
Brooke: She stopped by the house.
Brooke: No telling.
Ridge: Maybe she just wanted to make sure you weren't comin' to work.
Brooke: Speaking of work, you're certainly here late.
Ridge: It wasn't a social call, Mother coming by, was it?
Brooke: Oh, I-I don't know. You'd have to ask her. Could we stop by and get takeout on the way home? I mean, don't worry. Hope fed R.J., but I was so busy, I-I couldn't cook dinner for us. So...
Ridge: Well, I'm kinda swamped here, so you go ahead.
Ridge: I'm feeling encouraged that Mother would stop by to see you.
Brooke: (Sighs) Good grief. If I were in a maximum security prison, she would break in to mention the 10 or 12 things that the judge forgot to say.
Ridge: Oh, come on. Now, now. I'm actually encouraged, though, thanks to Thomas. He's one of your biggest supporters, by the way, in case you didn't know that. But I'm wondering since you and Mother aren't in each other's face all the time now 24/7, maybe you could start working on your relationship.
Brooke: (Chuckles) Yeah, I mean, we--we have the relationship that we have. It's not accidental. Everybody says that you have to work on your relationship, and I think Stephanie and I certainly have our fair share of that. I-I don't need her to be nice to me. And I don't need her to like me, not even down deep underneath. And that's why I think I was so frustrated with her for so long. It's because I-I wanted those things, and she wouldn't give them to me. But it's okay. I mean, we are connected, because of you, because of Eric, Thorne, you know, everybody, in so many different ways.
Ridge: That's actually quite beautiful, what you just said. I guess I wish Mother could hear it.
Brooke: Oh, yeah. She knows. And if she doesn't, she will.
Eric: Oh, you're here finally. I had to make my own damn martini.
Stephanie: Oh, how was it?
Eric: It's terrible.
Stephanie: Oh, now you know.
Eric: Uh-huh. It's part of your fiendish scheme to prove to me that I can't live without you.
Stephanie: You never needed me as much as you thought.
Eric: I didn't? That was just a bill of goods you sold me?
Stephanie: That's right.
Eric: Man, you really are a she-devil, aren't you?
Stephanie: (Chuckles) Mix me one of your terrible martinis. I'll share the pain with you.
Eric: All right. They're already mixed. I'll just pour you one.
Stephanie: (Sighs) This room...
Eric: You hate the flowers.
Stephanie: Wherever I am, I'm always here.
Eric: You know, it's my fault. I told Linda the flowers were prefect, and I take full responsibility for it.
Stephanie: I mean it. Every room is this room.
Eric: This room is a beautiful room. You're right. And we've been in it for a long time. I think, uh, you could blindfold either one of us and we would be able to find everything here, right down to the last paper clip.
Stephanie: (Chuckles) (Sighs) I will never not be here...
Stephanie: In this room. Never.
Eric: Now, you really know, you shouldn't start talking like a fortune teller until after your first terrible martini. It's very bad form.
Stephanie: Okay. (Glasses clink) You could turn back the clock?
Ridge: I'm sorry I'm all work and no play tonight.
Brooke: No. Gosh, no, you're fine.
Ridge: Are you?
Brooke: (Sighs) (Stammers) Do you ever wish you could turn back the clock?
Ridge: Yeah, every day I wake up, and I think, if I was in Hawaii, I could have three more hours sleep.
Brooke: (Laughs) No, I mean further, much further.
Ridge: Would I want to be 25 again? Yeah. Well, no, not really. No. I think I'm happier now.
Brooke: Well, you know... I mean, you remember when you were a kid, and you'd lie awake at night, and you'd hear all these noises, and you would wonder what it was from? I mean, there was a mystery behind all of it. Or there was a monster underneath your bed, or maybe a filthy creature in the closet that was wrinkling the dress that your mom just ironed and getting it filthy? I don't know, there is always more to it, not what you just saw on the surface. And then when you grow up, you start taking everything at face value. When you look at somebody, you think that's who they really are when they're really not. Or when you see a situation a certain way, you think that's how it is, but it--it's not, and it won't be. (Sighs) I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. Oh, my God.
Ridge: Something's worrying you.
Brooke: I-I just wish I could go back to the beginning-- the beginning of us, and, um, I don't know, I... I would do things a little bit differently.
Ridge: What would that change?
Brooke: I would just be calmer and kinder.
Ridge: I think you're the victim of low blood sugar.
Brooke: (Laughs) You know what? Oh, my gosh. You're--you're-- you're probably right.
Ridge: Whoa, those are my favorite words in the English language.
Brooke: Yeah? "You're probably right"?
Ridge: Yeah. Does that just make me my mother's son?
Eric: We didn't have any of those--those beans left over from last night?
Stephanie: No, I put them out of their misery.
Eric: One at a time, or just all at once.
Stephanie: (Laughs) (Coughs)
Eric: You haven't had any of your martini. It can't be that bad.
Stephanie: Oh, Honey, you underestimate yourself.
Eric: Mm-hmm. Well...
Stephanie: I'm not very hungry. I'm full, actually.
Eric: Oh, come on. You can't be full.
Stephanie: Wh--did you make a promise to yourself that if I moved back in here in this house that you would contradict every single thing I say?
Eric: Yes. It's just kind of a private discipline, you know, like a vow of chastity some religious people do. In fact, for three or four years when we were together, didn't you take a vow of chastity?
Stephanie: (Laughs) (Coughs) You just have to have your martini and an argument before we go to bed, don't you?
Eric: Well, you know, you're easy-- you're very easy to annoy.
Eric: You can't blame me for that. Look, you never break anything, and you always give it back to me just as bad as I give it to you which only proves to me how much you love me in spite of the fact that I've been a disappointment to you from time to time.
Stephanie: Never think that.
Eric: Only when you tell me I have been.
Stephanie: (Sighs) I know I've said some awful things. I'm ashamed of them. But, you know, it's only because you are the only person in the world, except for my son, who can really hurt me.
Eric: And I have from time to time, haven't I?
Stephanie: Which reminds me, how much do you love me?
Eric: You backed the car into another fire hydrant, didn't you?
Stephanie: That was Pam, I have to confess.
Eric: (Laughs) It was Pam. Well, the truth finally comes out.
Stephanie: Come over here and sit next to me. There's something you need to know.
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