The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Wednesday 12/15/10
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Ridge: Where was this taken?
Ridge: When was it taken?
Thomas: It was taken tonight backstage. If you look closely, you can tell that--
Ridge: Yes, I can see that it was in one of our dressing rooms. Don't treat me like a simpleton.
Thomas: I'm trying not to.
Ridge: More importantly, should it be equally obvious why you're both undressed?
Liam: I'm sure there's an explanation. Try not to think about it. Okay, maybe that's not possible.
Hope: Look, is there any way that you can tell if this is, like, fake, you know, if it's a cut-and-paste job?
Liam: Yeah, sure. I mean, but if it's a good fake, which this would have to be, you'd have to go over it almost pixel by pixel.
Hope: Do you know how? Okay.
Amber: What kind of music does he like?
Oliver: Liam? How would I know?
Amber: Well, what kind of food does he like?
Oliver: Amber, you've probably spent more time with him than I have.
Amber: You don't find out that much about someone when you're pretending to be Russian. What's his taste in women? Oh, scratch that. I already know.
Oliver: Amber, I like you. You're good company, but--
Amber: But I'm not Hope. Yeah, heard that one before. Still, just because a man likes sweet and innocent at the dinner table, doesn't mean he might want something else after dark. You did once.
Hope: Was, um, was your dad there at the preview tonight?
Hope: But Jarrett and, um, Justin Barber were there I know.
Liam: No, Hope, I promise you. They didn't have anything to do with this.
Hope: How do you know? Last time it was Barber.
Liam: Because they wouldn't try to hide something this big from me. I mean, Justin wouldn't even-- he wouldn't even try. My dad would have his head.
Hope: You sure about that?
Liam: You know what? (Sighs) It's not much easier for me to hear people put my dad down than it is for you to hear them talk trash about your mom.
Amber: He's a geek? Oh, no!
Oliver: Fixing computers is what he was doing when Hope met him. That's all I know.
Amber: (Silly voice) Should I talk about gigabytes and bandwidth to steam up his glasses?
Oliver: I've never seen him wear glasses, but...
Amber: (Sighs) Well, that's a plus.
Oliver: When they called him in to work on Steffy Forrester’s damn computer, that's when things fell apart with Hope and me.
Amber: Talk about poetic justice. I'll be like your smart bomb to get her back.
Whip: Oh, how did you know I was thinking about a cognac?
Taylor: Because I know that's what you like when you celebrate something. All right. Wait. Wait.
Taylor: Oh to Thomas.
Whip: Oh, yes.
Whip: To Thomas. Mmm.
Taylor: I have to say, it's still so strange when I open that liquor cabinet, and I see bottles in there.
Taylor: It's just still very strange to me.
Whip: Does it make you nervous? I mean, uh, I can get rid of all of it if you want.
Taylor: No, not at all. I don't even think about it. It's just nice that I feel like I can entertain like a grown-up again.
Whip: Well, good.
Whip: Is your-- your phone charged?
Taylor: Uh, I don't know. Am I expecting a call?
Whip: No, I-- what--what time is it? I-I left my watch upstairs.
Taylor: Mm, it's a little after 9:30.
Whip: Huh. Well, maybe it's not too late to call them. They're definitely at Forrester still, right?
Taylor: Call who?
Whip: Well, you--you were talking about, you know, entertaining. I was just thinking maybe, you know, giving Ridge and Brooke a call, and seeing if they want to come over for a nightcap.
Taylor: Are you serious?
Whip: Yeah, look, I know I said a few harsh words between me and Ridge, but, uh, I'm sure that's behind us now. I want to let him know that it's all water under the bridge, and we'd just like to celebrate the men's line.
Taylor: Have I told you lately how incredibly wonderful and amazing and handsome you are?
Whip: Define "Lately."
Taylor: Um, hi, are you in the middle of something?
Ridge: I'm dealing with it, Taylor.
Taylor: You're dealing with what?
Ridge: I'm sorry. I thought, uh... look, I can't really talk about it right now. I'll get back to you. Just don't answer the phone or go near a computer until I do, all right?
Taylor: Why not?
(Phone hangs up)
Whip: Still dealing with the press?
Taylor: I don't know, but something is definitely not right.
Thomas: Dad, the program was running so fast. Rick and Uncle Thorne were really crackin' whips.
Brooke: The clothes weren't where they were supposed to be.
Thomas: I checked the clipboard where I was supposed to change, and my outfit wasn't there, so I went looking for it, and I ended up in Brooke’s dressing room.
Brooke: And I was in one of those dressing rooms, and my outfit was missing, too.
Thomas: And then Jarrett showed up with a camera, and I didn't want him to take a photo of Brooke like that. (Sighs) I tried to block his view.
Ridge: Jarrett took this picture?
Thomas: I don't know. He must have.
Ridge: Well, how many people with cameras were there?
Brooke: Only Jarrett, but Thomas said no photos, and he seemed really apologetic.
Thorne: Hey, Ridge, who do we call when the server's down?
Ridge: It'll have to wait till the morning, Thorne.
Thorne: No, no, not the public server, the buyers' server. We've had so many orders for the men's line in the last hour, it couldn't take it. It just shut down. Has that ever happened before? And the public-- the public site, the hits are "Love the Taboo line, where can I buy the Taboo line?"
Thorne: Wait, I thought we...
Ridge: You thought there weren't going to be any more surprises? So did I.
Thorne: Was this from our people?
Brooke: No. (Sighs)
Thomas: No, we can't actually say who took the picture.
Thorne: Hmm, well, whoever it was, after we kick his butt around the block, I think I might want to shake his hand.
Liam: I don't see any sign that this image was manipulated.
Hope: Can you tell, like, when the picture was taken?
Liam: Well, I mean, the upload wasn't even two hours ago. So doesn't--doesn't it have to be another publicity stunt?
Hope: Liam, how do you sell clothes without wearing any?
Liam: My guess is that's how.
Hope: This doesn't look intentional. It looks like they were caught.
Liam: (Sighs) Well, maybe that was intentional.
Hope: Well, if it was my dad won't like it. They have crossed a line.
Liam: Maybe that was intentional, too.
Oliver: What do I look like? Do I have, "I'm a puppet" written on my back, "Walk all over me"?
Amber: You mean, why are you such a nice guy?
Oliver: No, I mean, I don't want a part of anyone's scheme to do anything to Liam or anybody-- not yours, not Bill Spencer’s, not anybody’s.
Amber: Will you relax? I don't have a scheme... yet. I have an idea. And Bill Spencer and I don't need you to do anything moan what you already want to do, namely get Hope back.
Oliver: But it sucks, because when I do that, when I even talk to her, it makes me feel like I'm being dishonest, like, I'm playing along with something I never wanted anything to do with.
Amber: Fine, then forget I said anything.
Oliver: Yeah, right.
Amber: It's not like you're into me anyway. A girl's gotta do something, doesn't she?
Oliver: But not someone. Get a job.
Amber: Ten jobs wouldn't keep my head above water at this point. In fact, in this life, there's only two really smart ways to get money-- be born into it or to marry it.
Oliver: (Scoffs) (Groans)
Taylor: This Forrester web site is hopping!
Whip: That's pretty common for the night of a showing, isn't it?
Taylor: Oh, my gosh, this comment section, i-i-it's--it's going wild. They love Taboo.
Whip: Well, then I guess it was right for Ridge to push it so hard.
Taylor: Let's see. They lo--they love Thomas. They love Brooke. They go on and on about how good Brooke and Thomas look together. Maybe that's what Ridge didn't want me to see.
Whip: You know, Sweetheart, you shouldn't be, you know, be on the computer. Ridge asked you not to. You shouldn't be pokin' around.
Taylor: Well, wait. There was this one section, though, that-- it's a restricted part of the web site, and it's down. I don't know why. I'm gonna look at what "Eye on Fashion" has to say. You think they panned it?
Whip: Anything's possible.
Taylor: (Gasps) (Sighs)
Taylor: (Gasps) Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.
Whip: Bad review?
Taylor: Don't look. Don't look.
Whip: Why not?
Taylor: (Breathing heavily) Oh, you're gonna see it anyway. Everybody in the whole world is looking at it now.
Whip: Wow, that's a bit much for a P.R. campaign, even for me.
Taylor: It is not a publicity photo.
Whip: Well, Sweetheart, what else could it be? I mean, I question Ridge's judgment, but...
Taylor: I-I can't just sit here and--and do nothing about this. I-I'm sorry. I've gotta-- I've gotta go up there and deal with this.
Whip: Oh, Sweetheart, where are you going?
Taylor: No, I need to just deal with this for a minute.
Whip: Oh, no, no, no. Okay. I understand. I'll wait up.
(Door opens) (Door closes)
Liam: Try not to jump to conclusions, okay?
Hope: The whole point of the picture is to make you jump to conclusions.
Liam: Yeah. Maybe that's good advertising. I don't know.
Hope: You think this is an ad? You think my father approved it?
Liam: (Chuckles) You know what's funny is whenever something like this comes up, all I can think about is how ashamed I am remembering that I never even would have met you had it not been for a huge scandal that your mom was at the center of and my role in it.
Hope: Well, whenever something like this happens, I feel ashamed because the press only portrays my mother as someone who will sleep with anything that walks. And then there's me, "Little Miss Sunday school teacher" telling you where you can't put your hands, and it must just seem like a huge joke to you.
Liam: What? Wait a minute. No. Nobody's joking. The longer I work here, the more I know you can't believe everything you read. What I do believe in is you. I mean, you're honest with me about how you feel. That's the kind of closeness I want. That's better than taking your clothes off. I mean, I-I love the way you are with me. I wouldn't change a thing.
Hope: I wouldn't change the way we met either. I thought I was at, you know, the lowest point in my life, but really, I think it was the start of my life. It was the start of me seeing things for what they really are-- you know, loving my mother, in spite of her fabulous knack for messing things up.
Hope: You had lost everything, and so had I, and al we had to go on was what we felt, and that moment was true and right, and sometimes, I-I miss feeling like nothing could touch us.
Liam: I know what you mean. It feels like we're back in the game.
Hope: Yeah. I don't like the game. (Sighs)
Liam: Mm, well, at least we have an advantage. We know it's a game. I mean, I'll--I'll never forget that the real deal in my life is you.
Aggie: So Taylor just left.
Aggie: Have you seen this?
Whip: Yeah, pretty racy.
Aggie: Do you know who took it?
Whip: Mm, one of Forrester’s photographers?
Aggie: Do you see a logo? It doesn't look like an advertisement.
Whip: Aggie, they do this kind of thing in Europe all the time.
Aggie: Are you responsible for this, Whip? You took this photograph, and you posted it online, didn't you?
Whip: (Scoffs) How? I couldn't get her clothes off of her when we were married.
Aggie: You were at that preview. Now did you actually catch them in something, or you just engineered this?
Whip: (Scoffs) I am offended. How come you're accusing me?
Aggie: You want your wife out of Ridge's orbit, and you know when she sees this, she's gonna go ballistic and blame him.
Ridge: There's no "Eye on Fashion" stamp or "Copyright Spencer Publications."
Brooke: I honestly don't think it was Jarrett.
Thomas: I can't say I actually saw him take it, but then who did?
Thorne: Oh, please. I was too busy keeping things moving.
Ridge: So the show gets held up for 45 seconds while we sort out the changing rooms? Would that have been such a disaster?
Thorne: Ridge, you would be hollering if it had.
Ridge: It would have been a hell of a lot better than this.
Brooke: Ridge, don't blame Thorne. There was too much to think about. It wasn't his fault.
Taylor: Oh, it sure as hell is somebody's fault. I am not letting you whitewash this, Brooke, and neither is Ridge.
Hope: Let's never, uh...
Liam: Let's never what?
Hope: I-I was gonna say, "Let's never be like everybody else," but that's not right. (Laughs)
Liam: I don't know. Maybe it is. I mean, you look around, and you see so many driven people, lonely people, broken people, broken promises. My mom--my mom used to say... (Silly voice) "You get 20 good years, and that's it."
Hope: Well, that's depressing. I really hope that's not true.
Liam: (Normal voice) No, no, no, she meant, like, years in the game, you know, make--making headlines, getting noticed. Your--your 20s and your 30s, she said.
Hope: Yeah, but your mom was a model. They have very short careers.
Liam: (Sighs) (Groans)
Liam: What she meant was...
Hope: What are you saying?
Liam: Don't confuse those 20 years for your life.
Liam: I mean, if you're-- you're gonna have something in your life that lasts, it's not gonna be your job.
Hope: I think that's true.
Liam: Well, I love you, and that's what's gonna last in my life.
Hope: Well, I love you, too. (Chuckles)
Oliver: You're still here.
Amber: They say two people should never go to bed angry.
Oliver: We are not two people. We're not goin' to bed.
Amber: You know, you're really starting to repeat yourself.
Amber: I had to ask you a question. The other night, when you had your, moment of weakness, was that you, or was it me?
Oliver: The night we slept together?
Amber: That's the one.
Oliver: Was what you or was what me?
Amber: The triple "X" factor. You know, was that something I did? Because if it was, I would like to be able to recreate that again sometime, you know, on purpose. Or are you just, um, always that way?
Oliver: Like what?
Amber: The man of steel. The man who never quits. Do you not remember how many times we went that night?
Oliver: No, I don't remember much from that night at all.
Amber: (Sighs) (scoffs) How to hurt a girl. Well, at least Liam appreciates me.
Oliver: Liam's never met you as far as he knows, Amber. Come on.
Amber: See? It's all about putting your intention out into the universe. Don't be thinking, I've gotta get hope back. Think, it is so great to have Hope back. Meanwhile, I will be thinking about what my net worth will be once Liam marries me. Mm. I bet there's a search engine for that. Yeah.
Whip: Look, is it my fault that Ridge exercises poor judgment?
Aggie: By letting his son and his wife model together? Really?
Whip: No, by thinking that he can pull Taylor’s chain whenever he wants to to get her to come back to him. You know what I am to this guy? Storage. Yeah, I'm where he keeps his other wife when he's not using her.
Aggie: Whip, seriously, are these people you really want to mess around with?
Aggie: Because you don't have to. Your wife is madly in love with you, and Brooke is not going to leave her husband any time soon.
Whip: You know what I don't understand? Why is everybody so afraid to go up against Ridge Forrester? I mean, what is it? Is it the cheekbones? Is it the pecs? (Chuckles)
Aggie: Do you hear yourself right now? 'Cause this is getting really sad.
Whip: Oh, don't get so self-righteous with me, "Sandy Sommers." Hmm? Who was the one who kept your secret when paranoia took the upper hand?
Aggie: You did.
Whip: Mm-hmm. Hey, maybe I'm right. Maybe I'm wrong. But I do know that I have the right to a good marriage just as much as he does. And if Taylor needs a little coaxing to be able to let go of him, so be it.
Thomas: Mom, it was just a dressing room mix-up.
Taylor: I'm sure it looked like that to you. But, Sweetheart, I've been around too long, and I've seen too much to--to believe any part of that.
Ridge: Look, Thorne will be right back. In the meantime, however the confusion happened, however this photograph was taken, I think we can all agree that nothing salacious is gonna happen at a backstage public preview.
Taylor: No, no, no, no, no. No, you walk in a dressing room where someone is undressed, or vice versa, and you walk back out. Why didn't that happen?
Thorne: Okay, here's the diagram, the wardrobe list, and the time and prompts I used tonight.
Ridge: Well, there's scribbling all over it.
Thorne: There always is.
Ridge: Things scratched out, arrows pointing everywhere.
Thorne: Well, I had no idea it was going to be used as evidence.
Ridge: But it's obvious we can see that, you know, the models could get easily confused.
Taylor: Yeah, but... (Scoffs) Nobody else did. Brooke's the only one who seems to have gotten lost. So I'd like to hear it, Brooke. Why don't you explain to me why you didn't just walk out when--when my son was in the room with you?
Brooke: I wasn't dressed.
Taylor: So what's new? You've been in front of the whole world in your underwear.
Brooke: Then what's the big deal, Taylor, if Thomas only saw what the whole world's already seen?
Taylor: Okay, you-- you just tell me what I'm missing right here. This isn't you on one of your catwalk panty parades.
Taylor: This is you touching him. And everybody's telling me that I'm seeing things that aren't there?
Taylor: Ridge, when are you gonna do something about this? What, you have to see them in bed together? Can't you see what's going on right in front of you?
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