Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 6/18/01


Days of Our Lives Transcript;  Canada- Monday 6/18/01; U.S. Tuesday, 6/19/01

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Larry: No problem. I'll make sure Dr. Wesley gets a copy of that blood test as soon as he gets in, okay? All right, thank you. I mean, you're welcome. Thank you. [Telephone lines ringing]

Larry: Second floor nurses' station. Okay, I'll transfer you. Please hold. Second floor nurses' station. I'll transfer you. Please hold. Nurses' station. I'll transfer you. Please hold.

Hold. [Sighs] This is a joke.

Sami: Gee, Larry, did anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you're frazzled? Sorry I'm late. The copier's on the fritz.

Larry: Sami, this has got to stop. I can't take this anymore.

Sami: I'm fine. I don't need to be upset to have Austin hold me in his arms. We're in love.

Austin: Sami.

Sami: Anyway, Austin's been very upset, what with Kate and Lucas and everything. Despite how I feel about them, I want to be there for him in every way.

Brandon: Greta?

Greta: Hi.

Mimi: Don't they look cozy.

Jan: Hmm. Not for long. After tomorrow, it'll be all over for ghoul girl.

Philip: You know, our first anniversary's coming up.

Chloe: Mmm, makes us sound so old, doesn't it?

Philip: Yeah. It was just last year at the dance that I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and fell in love.

Chloe: I'll never forget that night.

Philip: Yeah, it changed my life forever.

Chloe: Mine, too.

Philip: And this year's dance is only going to be better, right?

Chloe: Yes, the best ever, but right now if you will excuse me, I have to go to the ladies' room.

Belle: Philip, we have the best news! J.T. is home.

Philip: Oh, wow. Bro, that's great! I'm happy for you.

Shawn-D: Thanks, Phil.

Philip: Is he okay? I mean, he wasn't hurt or anything?

Shawn-D: No. Nah. I mean, he must have been a little scared and all, but he's doing fine now -- totally fine, thank God.

Belle: Healthy, strong, and back in Mrs. Brady's arms, right where he belongs. That is, when she can get him away from this one.

Shawn-D: You know, it's a relief, you know? I mean, we were so worried about him, and...He's great. He's great, just like Belle said.

Belle: Perfect timing, too. Today is J.T.ís first birthday, so Shawn and I went out and bought him enough toys to last him until Christmas. That look on his face when he saw his big brother was so sweet.

Shawn-D: I'm just glad you were there.

Philip: Wait a minute. Something else is going on here, isn't it?

Victor: I guess we'll just sit for a minute.

Brady: Thanks for dinner, grandpa. I had a really nice time.

Victor: Yeah, so did I. Are you sure this is where you want me to drop you off?

Brady: Yeah, this is fine.

Victor: Well, let's not let so much time pass between the next time we meet, huh?

Brady: Yeah, I'd like that. You're one of the few people in this town I enjoy spending time with.

Victor: Well, the moment you fall, call away. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call.

Brady: I'm afraid what I need you can't give me.

Man: Uhh. Oh, man. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Uhh.

Hattie: Tell me. Do you always make it a habit to conk out when you're hired to protect somebody, to save their life, maybe?

Man: How did I get on the floor?

Hattie: My friend -- I pushed you off the bed. I gave you a good, hard shove to try and wake you up, but you just kept right on snoring like a big ol' foghorn.

Man: I'm sorry, Miss Adams. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Please don't tell anybody I fell asleep on the job.

Hattie: Why not? What's in it for me?

Rolf: So, I want details, Bart. What happened with Stefano?

Bart: Oh, no. First, I want the juicy details about you and that looker Hattie. Come on. Give me the blow by blow.

Rolf: I will give you a blow that will land you clear to Sri Lanka.

Bart: You're no fun.

Rolf: Nothing happened. I simply persuaded Hattie that it would be in her best interests to keep her mouth shut about seeing Marloís body. Oh, right on cue. The keystone cops.

Glen: What is this all about? Why've you brought us here?

Roman: To solve a murder, Glen -- Marloís.

Rolf: Hmm. So, that is they.

Bart: They who?

Rolf: The father of Marloís baby and his wife. The police are bringing them to talk to Hattie.

Bart: Whoa. That's a bad thing, isn't it?

Rolf: No, no, no, not at all, Bart. You see, the Brady brothers are in for a big surprise when they hear what Hattie has to say, or more accurately, what she doesn't have to say. At least, they better be surprised, if Miss Hattie Adams knows what's good for her.

Brady: It's my physical therapy. I've hit this plateau. I can't seem to get beyond it.

Victor: Well, I can certainly understand frustration. Try lying on your back day after day, week after week, month after month, not being able to do the slightest thing for yourself.

Brady: It's amazing. I mean, no one believed you'd ever fully recover.

Victor: That's right. That's Victor Kiriakis. He's not a quitter. And neither are you, Brady. It's not in the genes.

Brady: You really believe I can do it, don't you?

Victor: Of course I do. The most important thing is you have to believe it. That's half the battle.

Brady: Believing in myself.

Victor: And pushing. When you feel like you can't take one more step, take one more. When you feel you can't lift one more pound, lift one more.

Brady: Two more.

Victor: There you go. Before you go, one more question. How are things at home with Marlena?

Greta: Brandon, hey, um, it's good to see you again.

Brandon: Yeah, same here.

Greta: Yeah, do you have a minute? I'd love to catch up.

Brandon: Actually, I'm kind of pressed for time.

Greta: Oh, come on, just a quick cup of coffee. It's my treat.

Greta: Come on, Brandon, just -- just a minute. Please.

Brandon: Okay. What's wrong? You seem upset.

Greta: No, uh... I'm just waiting for Mrs. Horton. She must be running late. It might sound silly, but, uh, I feel a little conspicuous sitting here alone.

Brandon: No, it doesn't sound silly at all, and you're right. You stick out like a sore thumb.

Sami: I'm sorry, Larry. Have I done something wrong?

Larry: Um... It's just the way you've been dressing lately. Um, I can't take it.

Sami: What are you talking about?

Larry: It's just too distracting, Sami. I mean, you've got half the doctors here getting whiplash every time you walk by.

Sami: Come on, Larry, you're exaggerating.

Larry: Did you see that? See, I told you. I mean, no one can take their eyes off you.

Sami: That's sweet. You're sweet. And if I am looking good, as you say, it's because I am deliriously happy. I have my son and a wonderful man who I hope to marry someday.

Larry: Oh, you mean Austin?

Sami: No, no. Jon Bon Jovi. Of course I mean Austin, Larry. Who else would I be talking about?

Larry: I don't know. I mean, for a while there, I thought you and Brandon might become an item.

Sami: Yeah, yeah, and Brandon thought so, too. I-I feel bad about that.

Larry: Don't feel bad for Brandon. I mean, guys like him, they move on real fast. He has no problems with the ladies, believe me.

Sami: Larry, what do you know? Is Brandon seeing someone?

Chloe: Hey, Susan. What you got in the bag?

Susan: Um, a CD. Enrique Iglesias just released a dance mix to one of his love ballads.

Chloe: Oh, he has such a sexy voice, doesn't he?

Susan: Don't even get me started. Look, Chloe, um, I really...

Chloe: What? What are you looking for, Susan?

Susan: Nothing. I just can't --

Chloe: You just don't want people to see us together. Oh, yes, that would be scandalous, wouldn't it be?

Susan: Like Iíve said before, my life sucks bad enough. Last thing I need is to be harassed for hanging around you. I'm sorry.

Jan: Can't you just see it? Everyone will be glued to the giant video screen, when suddenly ghoul girl will appear larger than life, soaping up that naked body of hers in the shower, with a banner across the picture that reads, "see lots more at opera girl.net."

Mimi: That should start a stampede right out of the gym and straight to the laptops.

Jan: And you know what that means? Ka-ching, ka-ching, the bucks start rolling in. One perv tells another perv who tells another perv.

Mimi: If they're all pervs, what does that make us?

Jan: Smart businesswomen.

Mimi: Hmm. I wonder how Philip will react.

Jan: Like any man would. He'll write her off as a slut. I guarantee you, Philip may escort Chloe to the dance, but he won't be taking her home.

Philip: Well, come on, what's up with you two?

Shawn-D: Nothing. We're just glad that my little brother's home. Oh, and I asked Belle to go to the last blast with me.

Philip: Oh, really?

Rolf: Thank you.

Bart: Thanks. So what do we do now? The cops took that couple up to Hattieís room.

Rolf: We wait. I trust Stefanoís departure went off without a hitch?

Bart: Smooth as silk. Got him to the private airstrip, got him on a helicopter, and up, up, and away he went.

Rolf: And his destination?

Bart: Dig this -- the Bahamas.

Rolf: Ah. The Bahamas. Yes, I know it well.

Bart: It's not an "it," Rolfie. The Bahamas -- plural. Nearly 700 islands and 2,300 Rocky Inlets and Coral Reefs, the Principal Islands being Andros, Acklins, Urethra --

Rolf: That's Eleuthera, you numbskull.

Bart: Well, whatever. All I know is the boss is probably sitting on the beach right now, sipping a fancy drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it.

Rolf: Ha ha ha. Bart, Bart, when are you ever going to learn that things rarely mean the same thing to Stefano as they do to the rest of the world?

Bart: Oh, yeah? You think he was trying to throw me off?

Rolf: Look, just never mind. What else did he have to say?

Bart: Well, he told me I couldn't keep the convertible.

Rolf: Would you forget about that damn car? Did he give you any messages or instructions for me?

Bart: Yeah, he, uh, said, uh... Not to kill Hattie. But I told you that already.

Rolf: Anything else?

Bart: Let me think. There was something else. Cool your brain chips, all right it will come to me.

Man: Please, Ms. Adams. If you report me for falling asleep, I could lose my job. [Knock on door]

Roman: Hattie? Hattie, everything okay in there?

Man: Please.

Hattie: Back so soon?

Roman: What's going on? Where's the guard?

Hattie: He's right here.

Roman: You better have an explanation for this.

Hattie: I invited him to come in to keep me company because Monopoly is no fun unless you have somebody to show off all your houses and hotels to, right?

Roman: Tuck your shirt in and get back to your post. I'll talk to you later.

Man: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Roman: Bring them in, Bo.

Hattie: I thought you guys were out arresting Mr. DiMera. What are you doing back here, and who are these people?

Mimi: Ahh!

Jan: Hey, watch it there, nerd boy.

Mimi: Someone should designate him an accident waiting to happen.

Kevin: Sorry, ladies.

Mimi: Lee Iacocca, Bill Gates, Donald Trump -- you're obviously having trouble sleeping.

Kevin: Are you kidding? Books like these will set me up in the romance department for life.

Jan: Whatever floats your boat.

Kevin: Take Bill Gates, for instance. Not exactly a hunk, but put "world's richest man" in front of his name, and move over, Brad Pitt. I mean, he can have any woman he wants.

Mimi: Is that all you care about -- getting women?

Kevin: Duh, Iím a guy. What do you think?

Chloe: Susan, wait. Come here. Why do you let those jerks dictate your life? If you don't want to talk to me, fine, but it shouldn't be because of what other people think. That is no way to live.

Susan: As always, easy for you to say.

Chloe: Susan, my whole life changed when I decided not to let them get to me anymore. And you shouldn't, either. You should be friends with whoever you want to be friends with, or do whatever you want to do, or go wherever you want to go. In fact, you should come to the dance tomorrow night.

Susan: Ha! Me, go to The Last Blast? Oh, with who, my shadow?

Chloe: In a group with friends. You know, people do that.

Susan: Chloe, I don't have any friends.

Chloe: Yes, you do. I'm your friend. Belle is your friend. Just come hang out with us.

Susan: Do you mean that?

Chloe: Of course I do.

Susan: No. I canít. The minute I walk through that door, some jerk will make a wisecrack, and I'll totally lose it.

Mr. Woods: Good evening, ladies. I'm sorry for interrupting, but I need to talk to you about something.

Philip: Way to go, bro. And it's about time, too. Hey, we can double, right? You and Belle, me and Chloe?

Shawn-D: Yeah. Why not?

Philip: All right. Yeah. I'm just psyched you guys are going to the dance together. Looks like Chloe and I are going to have some pretty stiff competition when it comes time to crown the King and Queen.

Belle: Oh, you guys won't be any competition.

Brady: Let's just say that living under the same roof with dad and Marlena is never going to be the best situation for me. But, uh...

Victor: But what?

Brady: Marlena did do something. Actually, I don't ally want to get into it, but let's just say things now are tolerable.

Victor: Well, having Belle around must be a big help.

Brady: Oh, yeah, Belle's been great. I don't know how I would have gotten through the last six months without her. And things with dad are really good now, too.

Victor: Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Brady: You know, it's funny. Growing up, going to school, kids were always talking about their families and their parents. It was always "mom and dad this, mom and dad that." It was almost as if it was one word, you know? "Mom and dad." How can it be? I never even knew my mom. How could I miss her this much?

Brandon: What I meant was a beautiful woman like you, Greta, can never be inconspicuous. You see, you'd stand out in any crowd.

Greta: Yeah, well, that's very sweet.

Brandon: Right now I bet there's at least a half-dozen guys in here dying for me to beat it so they can put the moves on you.

Greta: Oh.

Brandon: So, you see, I'd join you, but I don't want to cramp your style.

Greta: Cramp it? Please. Cramp it.

Brandon: So, has your life gotten back to normal since the coronation?

Greta: Yeah, pretty much. How about you? Your nose back to the grindstone?

Brandon: That's not really my job description. Those kids are real special to me. Every

day that I work with them, they grow up a little and I grow up a little. They just get to me, you know, right here.

Greta: Yeah, I'm sure. So, have you seen very much of Sami lately?

Brandon: No. Not really.

Greta: I know that you were a great friend to her -- real instrumental in helping her get Will back.

Brandon: Yeah, "friend" being the operative word there.

Greta: Yeah, well, you know Sami. She claims that her heart belongs to Austin.

Brandon: Oh, you saw that billboard off main, huh?

Greta: Saw it? I practically rear-ended somebody.

Brandon: Do I sense a disapproving tone there?

Greta: Oh, well, um, you know what? It's none of my business.

Brandon: Ah, come on. Just between the two of us, what do you make of this supposed romance of the ages?

Greta: To be honest, um... I'll just say that, uh, I don't think they fit.

Brandon: Oh. You see, I knew I liked you. What is it they say about great minds thinking alike?

Greta: Yeah, well, I'm not going to say another word on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.

Brandon: All right, Princess. Let's go upstairs and see if we can track down Mrs. Horton.

Greta: Okay. You know what? I am glad I ran into you, Brandon.

Brandon: No, the pleasure was all mine.

Greta: Let's go.

Larry: Uh, Sami, get real. I mean, I'm sure Brandon's playing the field.

Sami: Why do you think that?

Larry: Well, he's young, he's good-looking, he's single. You do the math.

Sami: I hate Math.

Larry: Anyway, why do you care? You're with Austin now, right?

Doctor: Sami, can I have the Willis file, please?

Sami: Sure.

Sami: Here you go.

Doctor: Thank you, Sami. By the way, um, I've been meaning to tell you. You really brighten this place up.

Sami: Well, thank you very much, Dr. McDonough.

Doctor: My pleasure.

Larry: I told you. You keep dressing like that, you're going to give these doctors heat stroke.

Greta: [Laughing]

Sami: What is she doing here?

Larry: Who?

Sami: Snow white, that's who. And what is she doing with Brandon?

Rolf: Sometime this decade, Bart. When Stefano gives orders, he expects them to be executed immediately.

Bart: I know, I know. Don't interrupt my train of thought.

Rolf: Oh, heaven forbid.

Bart: I remember! Ow! The boss said to tell us that he'd be in touch. So in the meantime, business as usual.

Rolf: What, that's all? It's not like Stefano to give such vague instructions.

Bart: Well, that's what he said.

Rolf: Are you sure that's all he said?

Bart: Not exactly. Look, I-I have some trouble retaining information, Rolf.

Rolf: Yes, as I am well aware. Which is why he always has you write things down.

Bart: He does! I did! Let me check the palm pilot.

Bart: Bingo.

Roman: Okay, why don't you two go on out? Bo and I got it covered in here right now.

Hattie: So you haven't arrested that DiMera guy yet.

Roman: No, but every police agency in the world is looking for him, so don't worry about it, Hattie. We'll get him.

Hattie: And who are your friends?

Roman: Meet Barb and Glen Reiber. Glen was Marloís old boyfriend.

Hattie: And who is Marlo?

Bo: The woman we believe DiMera murdered.

Roman: We're pretty sure that it was her body you saw in the mansion that day.

Sami: Hey there, stranger. Did you forget I was working today?

Brandon: No, I saw you earlier. What's up?

Greta: Hey, Sami.

Sami: Hi, Greta. I didn't even see you there. How you doing?

Greta: I'm fine. I'm doing great.

Sami: Great. So, would you want to get a cup of coffee with me?

Brandon: Actually, I was on my way back to work, but I guess I could spare a few minutes.

Sami: Cool. I owe you. Let's go.

Alice: Greta, there you are.

Greta: Mrs. Horton, it's so good to see you.

Alice: Darling, you look upset. Is -- is everything all right?

Jan: I'll say one thing, Kevin. I don't know how you perform in other ways, but you sure got that kissing part down.

Kevin: Why, thank you. I'd be happy to give you another demonstration.

Jan: No, thanks. Business is business. We'll just keep the kissing part as payment for services rendered.

Kevin: Suit yourself, but you girls will be sorry when they're writing books about me.

Mimi: In your dreams.

Kevin: Dreams are kids' stuff. I have goals, and I intend to make them reality.

Mr. Woods: We're short on volunteers for the dance. I was hoping you lovely ladies might be able to help us out.

Chloe: I would love to help out, Mr. Woods. I do have a date, but that doesn't mean I can't do something and Susan would love to help, right, Susan?

Susan: What? I --

Mr. Woods: That's terrific. Stay after class tomorrow, and I'll fill you in on the details.

Susan: But, Mr. Woods --

Mr. Woods: This is great. I really appreciate it, yes.

Susan: Chloe, how could you do that?

Chloe: Stop being so scared. We're going to have a ball. Now, see you on the dance floor.

Philip: So we have to tell Chloe, right? I mean, she doesn't know yet, does she?

Belle: I haven't told her.

Philip: Where is she? She went to the ladies' room, but that was a while ago. Belle, would you go check on her, please?

Belle: Sure, Phil.

Philip: Thank you.

Belle: Oh, Chloe! I am so glad that I saw you.

Chloe: Why? What's going on?

Belle: J.T.'s home, safe and sound.

Chloe: Oh, my God, that's fantastic. Mr. and Mrs. Brady must be so relieved.

Belle: Yeah, they're on the moon.

Chloe: And when did your shuttle take off? Okay, Belle Black, something's going on, and you're going to tell me right now.

Victor: Brady, you miss your mother because she's a part of who you are. Whether you knew her or not, she's always there inside of you. And I'm grateful for that, because every time I look at you, I can see her there in your eyes -- my daughter, my sweet Isabella.

Brady: It's good we have each other, though, isn't it?

Victor: Yeah. Yeah, it is. You know, I get the feeling that lately you've been missing your mother a lot, and that you've been filling that void with... with anger. That's not good,

Brady. It's certainly not what your mother would have wanted.

Mr. Woods: Don't forget to see me after class tomorrow, Susan.

Susan: I won't, Mr. Woods. I'll be there. How am I going to get out of this?

Kevin: Out of what?

Susan: Somebody volunteered me to be a volunteer at The Last Blast.

Kevin: So, what's the problem? I mean, you don't have to shell out the bucks, and you still get the party.

Philip: So, uh, Iím curious. What made you finally ask Belle to the dance?

Shawn-D: Because I wanted to shut you up. You've been bugging me about it for months.

Philip: Okay, okay. Well, for whatever reason, I'm glad you got up the nerve, because The Last Blast really will be a blast now that we have such hotties for dates, huh? Right?

Belle: Oh, you know, just Shawn asked me to go with him to the dance!

Chloe: Oh, my God! I don't believe it!

Belle: Okay, shh, shh. We have to be quiet, because Shawn's over there with Philip.

Chloe: Oh, my God, Belle, this is so great. We're gonna have the best time ever. Come here.

Belle: It's going to be so cool.

Brady: I've been hearing that a lot lately -- that I need to let go of my anger.

Victor: Well, you're getting good advice. You know, Brady, the one thing that your mother wanted more than anything else was for you to be happy. When you were born, she knew she didn't have much time, but she crammed as much love as she could into what little time she had left. Don't let anyone get in the way of your feeling that love.

Rolf: We'll follow Stefanoís instructions to the letter.

Bart: Letter? There's nothing about a letter here.

Rolf: It's a figure of speech, you nincompoop.

Bart: Well, don't scare me. Okay, let's divvy up the duties and get these errands out of the way.

Rolf: No, no, no, not so fast. Much will depend on how the inquisition upstairs goes.

Bart: I hope you're right about Hattie keeping her big mouth shut.

Rolf: Mmm. Well, let this be a lesson, Bart. For the first time in my entire life, I've allowed my heart to influence my decision-making, and look at the mess Iíve made of things.

Bart: You, Rolfie? That's impossible.

Hattie: Poor Marlo. What a terrible, terrible end to the girl's life.

Glen: The police are convinced she was murdered, and I agree with them.

Roman: Stefano's our prime suspect. And all the evidence we've pieced together points to the fact that it was Marloís body you saw in the mansion that day.

Bo: DiMera stole the body from the morgue so we wouldn't be able to identify her or use it as incriminating evidence against him.

Roman: You're our ace in the hole, Hattie. If you hadn't seen that body, we'd have absolutely no case against DiMera.

Hattie: Just hold on. My head is just swimming.

Roman: I know. I know. It's a lot to take in, but the bottom line is when Interpol snags DiMera, we're gonna have to be able to prove that that body was in the house. And you're the only one that's going to be able to do that for us.

Brady: You know, this has been really good for me, talking to you about mom like this.

Victor: Well, talking about your mother is what keeps her alive in our hearts.

Brady: Yes, yes, it does. And I also appreciate you taking time out of your schedule to see me.

Victor: Why wouldn't I? You're very important to me, Brady.

Brady: Yeah, but you've been very busy, and Philip has been relying on you a lot more lately. Sometimes I think that you're gonna take him out to some of our dinners.

Victor: No, listen, I want our time together to be about you. Besides, I don't get the impression that Philip wants to hang out with me lately.

Brady: The Chloe problem?

Victor: I don't suppose you've had much luck in steering him away from her?

Brady: I'm on it. Believe me, I'm on it. It's just it's gonna take some time.

Victor: He's too young to be serious about just one girl, especially one as emotionally unstable as Chloe.

Brady: Yeah, Chloe is all wrong for Philip. But hey, look, I got to go. Thanks again.

Victor: You keep in touch.

Brady: Good night, Grandpa.

Belle: Actually, I was gonna wear this dress that I already have, but now I need something else.

Chloe: Let me guess. The other dress was a dress you wear when you don't have a date.

Belle: Exactly. I did see this really cute little pink number at ballistic the other day. That is an option -- if it fits. What about you?

Chloe: I haven't figured it out. I just know I don't want to wear red again.

Belle: Why not? You wore it last year, and you looked awesome.

Chloe: Thank you, but I just want something different. Maybe you should wear red. Hey, it worked for me.

Belle: That is a thought. So when should we hit the mall?

Philip: But before you do, why don't you join your dates for a cup of coffee?

Mimi: Are you totally sure we're not going to get caught?

Jan: I told you, there is no way.

Mimi: Okay.

Jan: [Thinking] No way Iíll get caught, anyway. After all, I had to set someone up to take the fall in case there's a screw-up.

Susan: I'll just pretend to be sick or something.

Kevin: Why? Susan, Iím the school nerd, and I'm going.

Susan: You are?

Kevin: Yeah. I think it's important to study the socializing rituals of today's teens. And besides, Iím the only one who knows how to operate the complex video system. And I've got a dynamite multimedia presentation planned. So if I can go, you can go. No chickening out, okay?

Alice: Ah, thank you.

Greta: You're welcome.

Alice: So, tell me, dear. What has you so troubled?

Greta: In a word, men. I hate them.

Alice: All of them, or just one in particular?

Greta: Well, right now all of them. I was having this great conversation with Brandon, and we --

Alice: Oh, Brandon Walker?

Greta: Yeah. Why?

Alice: Oh. Well, just be careful, Greta. You see, he's still a question mark in my book.

Greta: Well, I know that he keeps to himself and he's a little mysterious, but, uh, I think you would really like him if you got to know him.

Alice: So I take it he's an exception in this world full of men that you've written off?

Greta: Yeah, well, I kind of got a little sidetracked. Brandon is not the man that I want to talk to you about.

Alice: Oh. Well, then -- it's Austin, isn't it? He's a second exception, isn't he? Am I right?

Greta: Well, yeah, you would be, except the fact that Austin is in love with Sami -- well, or so he thinks.

Alice: So there's someone else that you're interested in?

Greta: Yeah, but not the way that you think. Um... Do you remember when I told you that my mother told me who my father was right before she died? You remember I told you that I wasn't ready to deal with it yet?

Alice: Of course I remember. How could you forget a thing like that?

Greta: Well, things have changed, Mrs. Horton. I think I'm ready.

Sami: So, um, the scuttlebutt around the nurses' station is my new flair for fashion.

Brandon: Really?

Sami: Yeah, Larry told me in no uncertain terms that he completely disapproves. He thinks I'm a distraction to the male members of the staff. What do you think?

Brandon: Why would you be a distraction?

Sami: Why don't you tell me?

Brandon: What are you doing, Samantha?

Sami: Come on, Brandon. What is going on? We hardly ever see each other anymore, and when we do, you don't even listen to me.

Brandon: What do you want from me? You made your decision. I'm trying to accept it, which means I can't go on thinking that we have a future together. Besides, right now I have a lot on my mind.

Sami: Meaning Greta.

Brandon: No, it's not Greta. If you must know, I'm worried about Lexie.

Sami: Why?

Brandon: You know what's going on with her. She's afraid she's going to lose her son. I'm doing everything that I can to make sure that doesn't happen.

Sami: Brandon, why are you playing her knight in shining armor? Isn't that Abeís job?

Rolf: Yes, it's hard to believe, I know, but my feelings for Hattie have indeed compromised my principles, melted the ice in my veins, and bent my will of steel.

Bart: I don't know, Rolfie. It seems to have jump-started another part of your anatomy.

Rolf: Ah, get your mind out of the gutter.

Bart: I didn't mean that. I meant your heart. I was always under the impression that the tinsmith forgot to give you one.

Roman: Hattie, we've been trying for years to pin something on DiMera. I can't tell you the service you'll be doing if you help us put him behind bars.

Bo: It's time he paid for his crimes so the rest of us can live in peace.

Roman: Hattie, you and I have gotten to know each other pretty well. I know you're a good person. Can we count on you? Because if we all work together here, I think we can finally nail this bastard. .

Belle: Oh, my gosh. How much of our conversation did you just hear?

Shawn-D: Enough to know that you're planning a shopping spree all over Salem Place.

Belle: You didn't hear the color, did you?

Shawn-D: I don't know. Did we?

Belle: Shawn Brady, if you don't tell me exactly what you heard, I'm never going to talk to you again.

Shawn-D: Oh, no, you can't walk away from me anymore. You're my date, remember? Come on. Let me buy you a mocha.

Belle: Okay.

Chloe: And you, don't even think about asking me. You're just going to have to wait until tomorrow night.

Philip: Well, it doesn't matter what you wear. I know you're going to be the most beautiful girl at the dance. Now, come on. There's a CD I want to show you.

Chloe: Okay.

Jan: Ah, Chloe's last few hours of happiness. She better enjoy them while she can, 'cause after tomorrow night...

Mimi: Philip will never want to lay eyes on her again.

Brady: [Thinking] Looks like you might get your wish sooner than you think, Grandpa, and I won't have to lift a finger to make it happen.

Greta: I have given it a lot of thought, Mrs. Horton, and I'm ready. I am definitely ready.

Alice: Well, I'd hate to see you get hurt, dear.

Greta: You know what? If it turns out that my mother lied to me about who my father is, it will be just another of many disappointments in my life, but I have to know.

Brandon: Samantha, you had your father and your boyfriend there to support you, but that didn't stop you from needing my help. Lexie needs me, and I want to be there for her.

Sami: So, what does this mean now, that you're, like, interested in her or something?

Brandon: Lexie is a married woman, Samantha. What's gotten into you?

Sami: I'm sorry, Brandon. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I can take you to lunch, you know? Just you and me really soon? [Pager beeps]

Brandon: That's my pager. I got to go.

Sami: I'll see you later.

Rolf: You know, Bart, a tin man I am not. I do have a heart, and I'm about to find out if the first decision Iíve ever made using it will be my undoing.

Bart: Just goes to show you, you can't judge a crook by its cover. Ahem.

Rolf: Not funny. I assure you, if I go down, I won't be alone.

Bart: Hey, don't look at me. I don't get involved with affairs of the heart.

Rolf: I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Hattie. If she turns me in, it will be the last thing she ever does. [Sighs] No one betrays me and gets away with it.

Roman: All right, Hattie, Bo and I are about ready to take your formal statement. Now, I know this is shaking you up a little bit, but I want to tell you, there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Nobody's going to hurt you, not as long as Iím around.

Hattie: Okay. Okay, I-I'll tell you all about the body.

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