Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 6/21/01
Provided by Stephanie
Proofread By Niki
Mr. Woods: Okay, people, time's up. Pens down. Kevin, will you collect the tests, please?
Philip: And it is over! We're out of here! [Students cheer]
Chloe: Your love of learning shines like a beacon.
Philip: My love of beaches, sleeping late, no shoes, sunglasses...
Mr. Woods: Hold it, everybody. Class is not dismissed yet. [Students groan]
Philip: Come on, Mr. Woods.
Mr. Woods: I know you're dying to get out of here...
Philip: Oh, no, Mr. Woods.
Mr. Woods: And that the Last Blast is tonight...
Belle: Oh, is it? That seemed to slip my mind.
Mr. Woods: But I have five more minutes of your time, and I have something to tell you, and I'm sorry to say it's pretty serious. [Students murmuring]
Jan: Can't we just go?
Mimi: Oh, my God, Jan, he knows what we're going to do to Chloe at the dance. Hehehe knows.
Carl: Good man. You're really turning this around.
Brady: Well, I'm starting Iím going to focus my anger to where it can do most good.
Marlena: You must have been exhausted.
Lexie: Look, you don't have to worry, okay? I won't tell anyone that youíre JT.'s father. You can trust me.
John: Yeah. So now you are one more person who knows the truth.
John: You know how it works. The more people who know, the better the chances are that this will get out somehow.
Lexie: No, John, it can't. No one can ever find out. [Thinking] I know that John and Hope are your birth parents, so this D.N.A. test means nothing. But I have to act like it does. No one can think Iím not scared. No one can know what I know. [Doorbell rings]
Abe: [Sighs] They're here.
Abe: Hey, Roman, come on in.
Glen: We're here to get my son. Him your son, and I know why you're here.
Man: We have a court order, and Captain Brady -- he's here to supervise.
Lexie: Abe, Iím so scared.
Abe: Uh, look, Roman, can we have a minute?
Barb: Oh, come on. We've waited long enough.
Roman: Lady, if you don't have any manners, I'm going to have to teach you some. Let's go outside. Go.
Abe: Lexie, sweetheart, calm down, huh? Just calm down.
Lexie: Look, I know we have to do what the court says, but no matter how this test turns out, no one is taking my baby away from me. Do you understand? No one. No one.
Lexie: You can trust me. I won't say a word. Don't worry.
John: Yeah. Yeah, that would be the best thing.
John: [Thinking] Lexie won't tell anyone. It's fine. It's all going to be fine.
John: Hey, beautiful.
Marlena: I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?
John: Not at all. Do you have any idea how nice it is to wake up, though, when you're just humming away like that over here? Let me tell you something else. You don't need any of this stuff here to make yourself look gorgeous. You hear me?
Marlena: I'm mighty glad you feel that way, but I wouldn't want to test that theory out in public.
John: So what are you getting all dolled up for? Are you getting ready to chaperon Belle's big dance? What time is it, anyway? Am I running late?
Marlena: Nope. We're not doing that this year.
John: We're not? Why not?
Marlena: Well, I thought it might be nice to give Belle a break, and I was glad that I made that decision.
Marlena: I'm not sure that she would have wanted to have her mother tagging along when she has her date with Shawn. Yeah, I'll just plant myself right between them in that limousine, bring along my stamp collection. You think Shawn would like that? [Chuckles] all right, it wasn't that funny, but it wasn't that bad, either.
Marlena: It's not that. It's that about 10 minutes ago, she was 3, and she only wanted peanut butter sandwiches with the -- with the crusts cut off, and in about an hour, she'll be coming home and getting ready for her first real stars-in-her-eyes date, and then tomorrow morning, of course, she'll wake up and leave for college. It just goes so fast. It just goes so fast, and you don't have time to hang on to what's really important.
John: Well, at least you know what's really important.
Marlena: I'm trying. I don't want to jump the gun on this, but I think I may have some, um, rather nice news for you.
John: Oh, really? Well, I could use some good news right about now. What is it?
Marlena: I think that Iím making progress in my relationship with Brady.
Carl: You're pushing pretty hard today.
Brady: Carl, I am going... To walk again. I mean, walk like I used to.
Carl: Well, saying it Ė
Brady: Is easy, yeah. Doing it is hard. I know.
Carl: Well, the way you're doing it today, I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't throwing passes next football season -- and I mean on the field.
Brady: Oh, I will.
Carl: And Iím going to be in the stands making a fool out of myself screaming.
Brady: I'm going to do it, Carl.
Carl: Good man.
Brady: All right, if you don't mind, I really need to get home and rest -- take it easy before tonight. Get this -- I'm chaperoning.
Carl: [Laughs] Lord help us all. Who's in so much trouble that they need you as a chaperon?
Brady: It's my little sister's High School Dance.
Carl: Do you have a date?
Brady: Oh, do I have a date. Well, she used to be a model. Now she's an Executive at Titan.
Carl: A Model Executive, and she's dating you?
Brady: Yeah, she's intrigued by my savoir faire. But then again, they all are.
Carl: Well, Mr. Savoir Faire, I think you're going to be able to manage a slow dance or two.
Carl: Listen, kid, with all the work you did today, the best thing in the world would be for you to enjoy yourself tonight.
Brady: Yeah, I plan on enjoying myself a lot more -- on a lot of levels.
Glen: Would you listen to that? You can hear her all the way out here. Oh, she's up to something. I'm going in there now.
Roman: No, you're not. She's upset. Somebody who stole a baby is at her door demanding a D.N.A. test on her only son.
Barb: Stop saying that.
Roman: Stop ticking me off. You two are waiting out here, and you're going to wait quietly. You understand that?
Abe: Lexie, Lexie, you have to get hold of yourself. Now, if Glen is Isaacís biological father Ė
Lexie: No! No.
Abe: We will fight it, Lex. We'll keep custody. I mean, the man's only pushing so hard because he knows he doesn't have a leg to stand on.
Lexie: [Thinking] He doesn't have a leg to stand on because he's not your father. I'll play these few last scenes, and you're mine forever.
Lexie: Look, I'm going upstairs. You -- you deal with these people.
Abe: All right, come on in.
Glen: Where the hell is she? Where's my son?
Abe: Listen to me. Listen to me. Now, you'll get your test, but you will not shove me around in my own home, and you will not call him your son until I see some damn proof.
Glen: You don't think that I know you two go way back, huh? You don't think I know you don't mind blowing up a D.N.A. lab to keep me from my son?
Abe: I have warned you. I have warned you.
Glen: Yeah, whatever. You see what I'm dealing with here, huh? See what Iím up against?
Lexie: Would you be quiet? My baby, whom you claim to care so much about, is down for his nap. This is his home, not a boxing ring.
Roman: Lexie, it's time for the test. Can you bring him down?
Lexie: Roman, I want him to stay where he feels secure. I'll take Roger up to his room, okay?
Glen: Are you out of Ė
Roman: Shut up! Part of the court order, Lexie. All the people have to be present while the samples are collected.
Lexie: Okay. Okay, but please just try to understand that he doesn't know what's going on.
Lexie: As you can see, I care about my son.
Jan: It's okay, idiot. He didn't hear what you said. He's just wooing over ghoul girl. There is no way anybody knows what we have in store for her at the dance tonight.
Belle: Do you have any idea what Mr. Woods is talking about?
Shawn-D: I haven't known what he's been talking about all year. I should start now?
Mr. Woods: Thank you, Kevin. Okay... So here goes. Assuming that you have all passed your finals, you will be entering your senior year next fall. [Students cheer]
Mr. Woods: I know you're all aware of the back-to-nature expedition the school is sponsoring this summer. We're hoping that a trip to a Caribbean Island will not only be fun but will help to educate people of your generation to the dangers to our environment.
Jan: Do we win anything if we survive?
Mr. Woods: A couple of weeks ago, we sent out a package detailing the cost, with the itinerary and permission slips. So far the response has been pretty disappointing. I think the trip will be fun, but I also think that there's something more important at stake. It's an opportunity to see firsthand the dangers to our environment. Maybe then, concerns like the destruction of the rainforest or the erosion of the ozone layer won't seem like distant abstractions, but issues that directly affect us and how we live.
Jason: My dad always says that there's really no problem with the ozone layer. It's just like a scare technique to get environmental groups political backing.
Shawn-D: Yeah, we should really listen to the man who raised Jason.
Kevin: British scientists found substantial thinning in the ozone layer over the Antarctic. The ozone layer is over 20 kilometers thick.
Chloe: You know, Jan, maybe you won't be joking when you have skin cancer or cataracts, because that's what the ozone layer protects you from.
Mr. Woods: It really does affect us all very personally. That's why I'm hoping most, if not all, of you will participate. This is your last summer before senior year. Make the most of it. Help protect the future of the world for your children and their children. And now the school year's over, try not to forget everything we talked about over the summer. Have a great time at the dance tonight. Peace. [Students cheering]
Shawn-D: I really think -- I really like that Mr. Woods guy. I'm liking this idea about that whole island thing.
Belle: Yeah, me too.
Chloe: So what do you think, Philip?
Philip: Me? Let's see -- Caribbean Island, you in a bikini, a beach -- what do you think I think?
Brady: Nobody home. Funny how easy it is to "handle my anger" when she's not around.
Marlena: I don't want to overstate it. I know how much you want things to be better.
John: As long as the two of you aren't trying to kill each other, I think it's already better.
Marlena: I just don't want to jinx it, okay? Let's just take it as slowly as we can.
John: I'll take it as slow as we can, but you got to tell me what happened, so what happened?
Marlena: Well, we were alone. That's usually when all these hostilities come up. This time it didn't happen. We actually had a civilized talk.
John: About what?
Marlena: It doesn't matter. The point is the tone. We -- we -- we had a -- we had a-a conversation.
John: So you...Communicated?
Marlena: No, I wouldn't go that far, but there was a certain absence of malice that's usually present in our conversations ever since he came home from college.
John: I knew it! You did it, didn't you? I knew you could work it out. I've been telling you this all along.
Marlena: Just take it easy. Take it easy, okay? Look, don't get too excited about this. I want to fix it with Brady and make it all better, but it's going to take some time.
John: You made a start, didn't you? So that's reason to celebrate.
Marlena: Look, it's a very fragile dťtente, okay? Let's just keep it going slowly and not over talk it, all right? Oh, honey.
John: All right, all right, but you got to tell me this -- what do you think about them Cubs, huh? Hmm?
Marlena: All right, you're changing the topic. I get it. I've got a question Iíd like to have answered about Stefano and Lexie.
John: All right, what do you want to know?
Marlena: Does Roman know where he is?
John: Nope. It's like the bastard vanished into thin air.
Marlena: This must be awfully hard for Lexie. We all know what a monster Stefano is, but this must create a very deep sense of loss with her.
John: I don't know. I think losing her daddy is the best thing that ever happened to her.
Marlena: I wouldn't be so flip. She discovered her father late in life. They forged a very intense bond, and you suddenly take it away from her at the same time somebody is trying to take her child away from her. She must be in a very fragile emotional state. She could do almost anything at a time like this.
Roman: All right, we got Isaacís sample. Now it's your turn, Glen.
Barb: Um, can I talk to you?
Barb: You know part of me hopes the D.N.A. won't match.
Lexie: Grand. Your husband wants to take him, and you don't want to raise him.
Barb: Please. I am trying, all right? Glen has to know. Can't you understand that? Look, we don't want to hurt anybody, and I can see it in your eyes how much we're hurting you, and I am sorry.
Lexie: So why don't you stop?
Barb: You'll fight like hell to keep him from taking your child from you. Well, someone took his child from him. I don't know. This whole thing just sucks. I don't know.
Lexie: Barb. You're right. It sucks.
Glen: What are you two talking about?
Barb: I'm just trying to explain to her Ė
Glen: Now, look, we're done here. We don't want to intrude any longer than we have to.
Roman: All right. All right. Now we're through here. We'll all proceed to the lab, and a uniformed policeman will stay while the comparison test is run.
Roman: Hang in there, okay? Lexie, hang in there.
Man: Mr. Reiber, don't do this.
Barb: Come on. Glen.
Glen: There's something I got to say to you, and the three of you are going to listen to me.
Mr. Woods: Susan, you really did do wonderful work this year. Don't forget me when it's time for college recs.
Susan: Thank you, Mr. Woods.
Kevin: Did you know that without cfcs, the ozone would repair itself, but chlorofluorocarbons can linger up to 100 years and continue to deplete the ozone the entire time?
Mr. Woods: Kevin, you're too much.
Kevin: Too much what?
Mr. Woods: So, you guys planning on going on the trip this summer? I think you'd be great motivators for the other kids.
Kevin: Yes, all the other kids wish they were just like me with my high grades.
Susan: And everyone wants to emulate gigantor. I'd be a great motivator.
Mr. Woods: It sounds to me like the caving in to the lowest common denominator. High school juniors that make up names for other people -- do you really care what they think?
Susan: Oh, no. Our society really deeply cares about what's on the inside of a person.
Kevin and I -- we're the envy of all.
Mr. Woods: You can fight back. Report the verbal abuse.
Susan: Just the ticket to make me even more popular -- start turning people in. They'd probably ask me to join the cheerleading squad.
Mr. Woods: I'm not saying it's easy or fun, but maybe if you spent time with other kids this summer, they'd get to know you.
Susan: And I'd get to watch all the boys drool over Jan and Chloe and Belle in their bikinis. I can hardly wait.
Kevin: Clearly you don't know that in many island cultures women wear sarongs and muumuus, and nobody's ostracized or demeaned for any preconceived notion of ideal body weight.
Susan: Great, Iíll transfer to Polynesian prep.
Mr. Woods: You know what? I think if you guys came this summer, you'd have a great time. Aloha.
Kevin: You see, contemporary island culture mirrors the Rubenesque period.
Susan: A period everyone laughs at except for certain feminist groups.
Kevin: Au contraire. Curves are coming back. The anorexic look is out.
Susan: How do you know so much?
Kevin: Well, what I don't know I make up. No, seriously, I think I do the same thing you do. I read all the time, 'cause you know what they say -- knowledge is power.
Susan: And everyone can see you and I are the most powerful kids in this campus.
Mimi: For a minute there, I thought Mr. Woods was on to us.
Jan: Get a grip there, Mimi. He's too busy trying to save the world to realize what's going on right underneath his nose, but I'll bet even he'll notice when we splash a big naked Chloe all over the video screens tonight at the dance.
Jan: Don't start, Mimi.
Mimi: I'm just saying Ė
Jan: What, that you're a total coward and you want to back out? And like Iíve said over and over and over again, it's too damn late.
Mimi: But we could just -- we could try to have fun tonight, you know? And get along with everyone.
Jan: Oh, yeah, that's -- instead of making Chloe the butt of a vicious practical joke, let's all join hands and sing "Michael, row the boat ashore," okay?
Mimi: Jan, if Belle or Shawn find out I had anything to do with this... I'm just scared.
Jan: You're soft 'cause you and Belle made up and you're all going to the dance together, like that's not so "Brady Bunch," and it all works 'cause you're just so stupid.
Mimi: Don't call me stupid. Why am I stupid?
Jan: You don't see anything. Chloe is forgiving you so she can woo Philip with her lady bountiful act, and Belle and Shawn inviting you to go along with them is, for one, to ease Belle's conscience about stealing Shawn from you, and two -- well, it's community service to be nice to dateless losers. Yep, Chloe must be in seventh heaven.
Jan: Because she'll be walking in the dance with Philip and you'll be tagging along with someone else's date. She's rubbing your nose in it, and you don't even Ė
Mimi: I hate her. I just hate her.
Jan: Then think how much fun it's going to be when we pay her back in front of the whole school.
Philip: I'm really getting into this Caribbean thing. I'm going to burn a stack of reggae CDs Ė
Belle: Philip, you do understand that this trip is to study the environment, not to take Chloe to club med.
Philip: I know this. Doesn't mean we can't have any fun.
Belle: We had fun when we built that house for habitat for humanity last summer, didn't we?
Shawn-D: So, are you going to do this?
Belle: Yeah, I'm going to talk to my parents about it. Sounds interesting.
Shawn-D: Yeah, I thought so, too. I'll have to talk to my parents.
Philip: Well, a conservationist is born. Shawn's dedication is solely to the environment. It doesn't have anything to do with Belle.
Shawn-D: All right, would you just knock it off?
Philip: Hey, maybe this will be like "survivor." I'll dig up my recipe for rat Provencal. So, you going to ask Craig and Nancy? Think they'll let you go?
Chloe: Well, actually, I already have plans for the summer.
Philip: What? You didn't tell me about any plans.
Chloe: Really? And since when was I required to report everything I do to you?
John: Hey, kid. I didn't know you were back.
Brady: Yeah, I guess I made a little bit less noise than usual. Sorry if I bothered you.
Marlena: No, no, no bother at all. How was your session?
Brady: It was -- it was okay.
Marlena: Okay, meaning you don't want to talk about it, or -- or it really was okay?
Brady: No, it was really okay, really.
Marlena: Oh, good. Oh, good. Good for you.
Marlena: I was about to make some coffee. May I make some for you, too?
Brady: Uh, yeah, thank you.
Marlena: No prob.
John: So, are you worked? You want me to get you an ice pack or something?
Brady: No. Actually, while she -- while Marlena is gone, there's something I want to show you.
John: Hmm? Anything wrong?
Brady: No, no, it's just I want it to stay between us, that's all.
John: Oh, my God.
Brady: Uhh. Well, I'm not exactly ready for the N.F.L., but...
John: Don't joke, son. You're ready for more than that. I am so proud of you.
Brady: Yeah, well, dad, for the first time since I was hit in the back with that bullet, I really think Iím going to be all right.
John: I think it's going to be a hell of a summer for all of us.
Brady: Well, can I have my cane back, please? I'm too excited to sit down.
John: Ha ha ha. I hear that. Here you go. Whoo. Ha ha ha.
Brady: Uhh. Listen, this is, um, this is just between us, all right?
John: Whatever you want, son.
Brady: I really don't want anybody knowing until I can really walk again normally.
John: Where'd this come from?
Glen: I've taken a certain amount of crap from all of you today, but here's the thing. I can look inside my heart. I can put my hand on a bible and swear that from the beginning, Iíve tried to do the right thing with this, whereas you, from the beginning, you've lied and cheated and finally blew up the damn lab to keep me from my son. And you -- you seemed to get jazzed about throwing it in my face that I took that baby when we found him. I mean, do you really think that I would do something like that if I thought there was a chance in hell that I would get a straight answer out of anybody in this town, huh? That any of you smug, superior people would try to do the right thing? Oh, and I've heard what a wonderful mother you are. You know, my mother -- she didn't have that much money and she didn't live in a big, fancy house like this, but at least she didn't lie the first time things weren't going her way. She didn't play God with other people's lives, with their children. So Iíve come to a conclusion. When I take my son out of here, he might not have that much money. He might not have as many fancy things, but at least he won't have someone like you raising him. You don't deserve to have children at all.
Kevin: So, are you doing anything right now?
Susan: Well, if there's no homework, I'm never exactly booked up.
Kevin: You said you'd help me with the electronic stuff for the dance. You know you're the only person I can trust to calculate the amperage.
Susan: Be still my heart. So, do you think somebody's going to pull some kind of stupid stunt like they did last year?
Kevin: I told you before, I think Jan is up to something.
Susan: And if Jan's up to something, her target's going to be Chloe.
Kevin: Scientifically, we don't have enough hard data to support such a hypothesis, but given Jan, I think so.
Susan: You know, I like Chloe. I don't want anything happening to her.
Kevin: Me, neither. You know what they say -- "the best-laid plans of mice and men oft go astray."
Susan: Well, since it's Jan we're talking about, maybe it should be, "stupid is as stupid does."
Jan: We have something planned that's going to make last year's chicken blood incident look like a refreshing shower.
Jason: Tell me what you're up to.
Jan: Let's just say that Chloe's going to be stripped of all her credibility, and all her faults are going to be laid bare, and Philip's going to be leaving the dance alone.
Philip: Well, of course you don't have to report to me, but if you have plans for the summer, I thought you'd want to tell me.
Chloe: Well, here goes. I told you that I wanted to work this summer.
Philip: Right. You said you wanted to make money for music school in New York, but you didn't say you actually found a job.
Chloe: I know.
Philip: So, where are you working? What are you doing?
Chloe: I'm sorry, Philip. I just can't tell you the details.
Philip: So you're staying here in Salem? Give my regards to the island, guys.
Chloe: I didn't say I was staying in Salem.
Philip: So you're leaving?
Chloe: I didn't say -- I didn't say anything.
Shawn-D: Oh, here we go.
Philip: What do you mean?
Shawn-D: It means another Chloe mystery. "I have a summer job, but I can't tell you, because it's going to jeopardize world peace."
Philip: He's right. I mean, we're your best friends. What kind of job do you have that you have to hide it from us?
Chloe: I don't have to answer that.
Philip: Well, then I guess we don't have to go to the dance tonight either, do we?
Chloe: Fine. I'll see you around.
Philip: Hey! Wait! What did I say?
Belle: Way too much.
Philip: Damn. [Door slams]
Shawn-D: They are very weird, right? I mean, normal dating isn't like that, is it?
Belle: I sure hope not. Otherwise, Iím going to have to pass.
Shawn-D: Yeah, so did Chloe tell you what she's doing this summer?
Belle: No. This is the first I've heard of it. I mean, I know she was planning on getting a summer job, and I remember her saying something about making a lot of money fast.
Shawn-D: Oh, I know. She's probably wearing a headset and bagging burgers, but you know, we can't know about this Ė
Belle: My dear, divas don't do such things.
Philip: Okay, once again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Chloe: You don't even know why I'm mad.
Philip: So I'm sorry that I don't know what you're mad at. Look, is there some kind of course I can take in proper behavior or a reading list or something? Okay, I swear I will never talk about what you're going to do this summer, okay? What was I thinking?
Chloe: All right, enough already. So, are you still taking me to the dance?
Philip: Well, first could you make a list for me of things it's all right to say? Look, Chloe, I know Iím on thin ice, but why can't you tell me what you're doing this summer? What's the big deal?
Chloe: Maybe it's embarrassing.
Philip: How could it be embarrassing? Chloe, you know all my family secrets, everything that's happened to me.
Chloe: Philip, it's just better if you don't know.
Philip: But, Chloe Ė
Chloe: Please, Philip, I don't want you to judge me, that's all.
Philip: I would never do that, I swear.
Chloe: Okay, listen. Look, I'll make you a deal. I will tell you at the end of the summer. By then hopefully I will have made all the money that I need, but if things don't work out, it could be really humiliating.
Philip: I don't have a clue what you're talking about.
Chloe: Yes, I know that, but please, Philip, just understand me and trust me. Okay?
Susan: So if something is going to happen at the dance tonight, what can we do to stop it?
Kevin: First we have to find out what it is.
Susan: And how do we do that? We're not exactly the in crowd, you know?
Kevin: We'll have to be like super spies, move through the crowd subtly while maintaining sophisticated surveillance.
Susan: That would be us -- subtle and sophisticated.
Kevin: Think how fun it would be if it were you and me who brought Jan down.
Susan: Since you put it that way, I'll help any way I can.
Jason: I want to know what you guys are doing, and I want to know now.
Jan: Don't push it, Jason, or you'll be going to the dance stag tonight and all summer long, got it?
Jason: How about you get this? When Philip finds out that you guys are behind whatever goes down, you're dead meat, so let's go. Oh, and, Mimi, if you decide not to go with your friends in Philip's limo, you can always get a ride with us. I'll even clean out the trunk for you.
Philip: Of course I trust you, but I don't get it. If you can tell me at the end of summer, why can't you tell me now? Maybe I can help.
Chloe: Will you please stop pushing me?
Philip: Fine. I keep forgetting that offering to help is pushing. You want to tell me if it's fine if I do something awful like, I don't know, give you flowers? Although I did get away with it today.
Chloe: Philip, I'm sorry. Can we please just drop the subject? And let's not spoil the evening, either.
Philip: You're right. Come on, Iíll give you a ride home.
Chloe: Actually, no. I got to go look for Belle. We're going to get ready together at her house, so you pick us up from there, okay, please? At Belle's.
Shawn-D: Where's Philip?
Chloe: You just missed him, actually.
Belle: Is everything okay?
Chloe: Yeah, fine.
Belle: So, Shawn, what time are you planning on picking me up tonight?
Shawn-D: Whatever time you like.
Belle: What do you think, Chloe?
Shawn-D: This is Chloe's decision?
Belle: She's going to be at my house. We're getting ready together.
Shawn-D: Okay, I'll tell Philip. I guess we'll come over together. Oh, you know what? This is going to be great. We can get ready together, we can do each other's hair.
Belle: You can stop now.
Shawn-D: So, um, I guess I'll see you later.
Shawn-D: I can hardly wait.
Belle: Me either. Cute. Okay.
Chloe: So, are you ready to start operation drop-dead gorgeous?
Belle: Of course, but first tell me -- what are you planning on doing this summer?
Chloe: Hello. Were you not paying attention? I said it's a secret.
Belle: But you said that to Shawn and Philip. I am your best bud, okay?
Chloe: Okay, but best friends also respect each other's privacy, so please, Belle, don't ask me again. Come on, let's go.
John: So, Brady, tell me, where'd this come from?
Brady: Marlena gave it to me. She told me to find a permanent place for it.
Brady: Yeah. Sorry, dad. I thought you knew all about it.
John: No. No. No, I didn't. That's nice, though, isn't it? It's, uh... Looks real nice right here.
Marlena: I'm sorry this took me so long. I warmed up some of those little mini blueberry muffins you like. And I think I'll just go finish getting dressed upstairs.
John: Thank you, son.
Brady: For what?
John: You know for what.
Roman: My officer and I will drive the technician to the lab.
Glen: Fine. We'll be right behind you. What?
Barb: Something's weird.
Glen: Yeah, so what else is new?
Barb: Listen to me. She's trying to hide it, but Lexie seems real confident the D.N.A. won't match. I don't know. It's like she knows something, you know?
Glen: Yeah, something stinks, all right, but whatever she's doing, she's not going to get away with it. That test is going to come back and prove that Isaacís my son, and I'm taking him out of there as fast as I can.
Man: These D.N.A. samples Mrs. Reiber dropped off match perfectly. I hope this doesn't mess up her marriage, but her husband is definitely somebody's daddy, and the results that prove it will be waiting for them when they get home.
Lexie: Thank God those people are gone, and once the D.N.A. doesn't match, they'll be out of our lives for good.
Abe: You seem very sure of that.
Lexie: I am. Honey, the test was taken right here in our home right in front of us.
Abe: There's no guarantee they won't match.
Lexie: Abe, what are you accusing me of now, huh? What did I do wrong now?
Abe: I just simply said Ė
Lexie: And you know, thanks for defending me when that creep went off on me. You know what? I'm going upstairs to be with my son. I'm going where I belong.
Abe: What the hell is going on with her?
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