Days of Our Lives Transcript Canada--Friday 6/29/01; U.S.--Monday 7/2/01
Fay: A little too glamorous for me. It's more a style for you. So, how are you going to wear your hair for the dance tonight?
Kate: Well, this is it, more or less.
Fay: Kate, do you really think you should go out tonight? I mean, you're not feeling well, and I'm sure there's a lot of other parents that could chaperon at the dance.
Kate: Fay, I have to attend this dance. It's my only ticket out of this dump.
Nicole: You like? I decided to change into something more colorful.
Victor: I want.
Nicole: Ooh, don't.
Philip: That was it -- the red dress. That's when I fell in love with Chloe.
Belle: Okay, last year I was helping you put makeup on for the first time, and now you're like a pro.
Chloe: I pick things up quickly.
Belle: Okay, I am shaking. What is wrong with me?
Chloe: You have got first-date traumatic syndrome.
Belle: What's the cure?
Chloe: The good-night kiss.
Hope: You need a little help with that thing?
Shawn-D: How'd you guess?
Hope: Here. Is it uncool for your mom to tell you how handsome you look?
Shawn-D: I think I can handle it. Is that a new dress? You look great.
Hope: Oh, honey, thank you. I wanted to be the best-dressed chaperon at the dance.
Shawn-D: Whoa, chaperon? Did I know about this?
Hope: Well, I'm sure I must have mentioned it. Listen, anyway, your grandparents are watching J.T., your dad had to work, so I'm going to be there looking over your shoulder every second of the evening. Honey, I'm kidding.
Shawn-D: Oh. Okay. You had me going. So you mean you're not going to be chaperoning.
Hope: No, I am. I meant about the looking over your shoulder part. Boy, you really do not want me to be there tonight, do you?
Jason: I don't see why we have to stop at Shawn's. I could be in the parking lot right now sucking down a pre-blast cold one.
Mimi: I'll only be a minute. I just have to tell him something.
Jan: What is so damn important?
Mimi: It's private.
John: Looking good, kid.
Brady: I can't believe I got suckered into this stupid kids' dance tonight.
John: I meant your walking is looking good, kid.
Brady: Oh. Well, it's not good enough. I got to be in fighting trim for tonight.
John: Why, you expecting a rumble in the gym?
Brady: I'm expecting trouble, dad, big trouble.
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Shawn-D: Mom, I don't know about you coming tonight to the dance.
Hope: Hmm. Just what exactly are you planning to do tonight that you don't want your mother watching?
Shawn-D: Well, I don't know exactly what I'm planning to do tonight, but that's just the point.
Hope: Well, gee, honey, I'm really sorry, but, you see, I signed up, and they get very huffy if I back out of this volunteer stuff. [Knock on door]
Hope: Saved by the door.
Mimi: I know you didn't ask me over, Shawn. You don't ask me out, you don't ask me over -- I've got the picture. Don't sweat it. Hi, Mrs.. Brady. You look lovely.
Hope: Well, thank you, Mimi. So do you.
Hope: Oh, I can see you two need some time alone, so excuse me.
Shawn-D: What'd I do now, Mimi?
Mimi: It's not you. It's the world. It sucks.
Shawn-D: All right, well, you'll feel better once we get to the dance. Actually, you know what? It's a good thing that you came over. Um, by the way, you look really nice. Cool
outfit. But we can go pick up Belle together.
Mimi: Belle and I had a huge fight. We're not talking for, like, the rest of eternity.
Shawn-D: You two have blowouts like every other week. It'll be fine.
Mimi: No, it won't. Besides, I am not going to the biggest dance of my Junior year as a tag-along.
Shawn-D: Okay, you don't have to put yourself down, Mimi, all right? You're our friend.
Mimi: Will you shut it? I am not interested in crashing anybody's first date. I'm not going to hold the ring box while you propose to Belle, I'm not going to be in the delivery room when she has your first kid. This threesome, it's officially splitsville.
Shawn-D: Whoa, whoa. Ring box and delivery room? Are you nuts?
Mimi: Women know the future, okay? Guys don't know diddly.
Shawn-D: Belle and I are going to a dance, that's it. Ain't no more to tell.
Mimi: I am beyond caring. You and Belle, you know, you got used to pitying me while I was homeless, but I am not some kind of community service project, okay?
Shawn-D: Mimi... Belle and I don't pity you, all right? You're our friend. You're fun. At least, you used to be. And that's why we want you to come along tonight. But you know what? If you don't want to go, then that's just fine. Belle's going to be devastated, but you're beyond caring, right?
Mimi: She won't really be upset if I don't go with you.
Shawn-D: You know Belle. Of course she will. Come on, Mimi. Or do you want me to beg?
Mimi: That'd be nice for a change.
Belle: The good-night kiss?
Belle: But, Chloe, I haven't -- I mean, I've never --
Chloe: I hadn't, either, before my first kiss with Philip. I guess that's what made it so amazing.
Belle: Well, you never really told me how it happened.
Chloe: Well, I felt really shy, you know? Do people really talk about that?
Belle: Why not?
Chloe: I don't know. A kiss, it's just really private and physical and emotional and fun all at the same time.
Belle: It's fun?
Chloe: Oh, yeah. I mean, it's fun because it's something that you imagine and you dream about, but you never know what it's like until it's actually happening to you.
Belle: You're thinking about kissing Philip right now, aren't you? Tell me what it's like, Chloe.
Chloe: Oh. Wow. Um, let's see. Well, I guess it starts off really soft, tender, you know? And it's really slow and... Like there's only this moment and that this moment will last forever. And then...I don't know. It's really hard to explain. I just get so lost in it, you know? When Philip, when he's kissing me, I'm not analyzing, I'm not thinking, I'm not doing anything except feeling. And then usually it just gets more intense and Philip pulls me closer, and we're both really...
Belle: Turned on?
Chloe: Definitely. It's like we're melting into each other's arms. You probably think I sound crazy, don't you?
Belle: No. I think you sound like you're in love. Whoa. Wait a second. You are in love with Philip, right?
Chloe: I try not to think about it.
Belle: You don't think you're ready?
Chloe: I'm not sure that I'll ever be ready. Look, Belle, I'm sorry. I know that you're not an opera buff or anything. It's just that in practically every opera, the lovers always come to a tragic end. Call me superstitious or whatever, but I just don't want that to happen to me and Philip.
John: Well, Brady, there better not be any trouble tonight. Belle's excited about this dance.
Brady: Oh, man, that's right. Belle's first real date with Shawn. I'd hate for something to ruin that, you know?
John: You think someone's out to ruin Belle's night?
Brady: Chloe's night. Some kids at Salem High have it in for her.
John: Yeah? What kids?
Brady: Mimi and her svengali Jan -- you know, the girl that Belle says is always so mean at school.
John: Come on, Brady. Not Mimi. Mimi's a good kid. She wouldn't do anything to upset your sister. I know she hates Chloe, but -- wait a minute. You know, I never got all the details. Didn't something really wacky happen last Christmas break between those girls?
Brady: Trust me, you don't want to know.
John: Now you got me worried. Damn. I shouldn't have turned down the P.T.A. President when she asked me to chaperon.
Brady: Oh, come on. She just wants to dance with Belle's hunky father, that's all.
John: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's it. You know, Doc and I usually attend these things, but we wanted to give Belle some space this year. Besides, Marlena's not feeling well. After she helped Belle with her hair, she crashed out.
Brady: Well, hey, maybe you can go stag. I need some backup for tonight anyway.
John: You really think something's going to go on, huh? You think Chloe's in trouble?
Brady: After last year's bucket of chicken blood? They hit Philip full force, and according to Belle, it was intended for Chloe, and they missed. So I bet some kids are out to top themselves this year. It'd be really great if you could help me try and stop it, dad.
John: So, Brady, tell me, did they ever catch these kids that were responsible for the chicken blood incident?
Brady: No. Whoever it was, they got away scot-free.
John: It's a really weak thing to do, isn't it, just because Chloe's a little different?
Brady: Yeah, but grandpa Vic seems to think that she's too different for his little boy.
John: Oh. Victor disapproves, huh? Well, that's practically a glowing endorsement.
Brady: Yeah, but you know what? I'm kind of inclined to agree with him. Philip is the basic rich preppie jock, definitely no match for the future toast of the Metropolitan Opera.
John: Oh, I see. So, is there some other guy around here who's a better match? Maybe somebody in this room?
Brady: What? You mean me and Chloe? No. Please, don't be ridiculous, dad.
John: Oh, yeah, of course not. I mean, well, the two of you do challenge each other. I mean, isn't that why you are always bickering?
Brady: Dad, I can't stand the girl, okay?
John: Some of the greatest romances started out that way.
Brady: All right, you know what? Just put a sock in it, all right? Chloe is -- she's a little kid. I need a woman. And not just any woman. She's got to be extraordinary, gifted. Otherwise I'd just be bored.
John: I see. Well, now, doesn't Chloe's singing qualify her as being gifted?
Brady: She's got the equipment, yes, but she has no soul. She fancies herself as a diva, but there's just no emotion. The best you can say about her is she sings on-key. I mean, when you listen to a beautiful opera, your heart should stop, you know?
John: Right. Remind me never to sing for you. Hey, you know what? I was checking out the freezer, and there's like this carton of butter pecan. You want to suck it down with me before the girls get their hands on it?
Brady: Oh, that sounds pretty damn good. Let's go.
John: Oh, hey, listen. I know that you don't consider Chloe and Philip to be the ideal couple, but you wouldn't just stand by if someone were to pull a prank on Chloe tonight, would you?
Brady: I see you're remembering all those stunts I pulled at boarding school.
John: Well, I just didn't think you exercised the best judgment. Actually, that's an understatement.
Brady: Well, dad, you can rest assured I've grown up since then.
John: I'm counting on that, Brady. The bottom line is I don't want your sister getting hurt.
Brady: You have my guarantee.
Nicole: I meant don't mess up my hair and makeup, not don't touch me. Mm. You have great hands, Mr. Kiriakis.
Victor: You have great everything, Miss Walker.
Nicole: I wish you were going with me tonight.
Victor: Philip would have a fit, and rightfully so. No young man wants to have his father watching him on his date.
Nicole: Well, don't worry. I'll keep an eye on Philip and Chloe. That is, if I'm not distracted by your very handsome grandson.
Victor: He may seem like a man, but he's just a kid.
Nicole: Oh, relax. I can't corrupt him in one night.
Victor: Well, if anyone could...
Nicole: Ooh, I'll take that as a compliment. Hey, when I get back from chaperoning the kiddies, we'll have some grown-up play time, I promise.
Nicole: I will handle Brady, keep an eye on Philip, and run damage control on Kate. Leave it to me, baby.
Kate: Well, they'll probably all be there tonight, all the good people -- Bo and Hope, and John and Marlena. They are all so self-righteous, I could puke.
Fay: Well, your son will be there. That ought to make you proud.
Kate: Philip is the only reason I'm attending this gig. And when he gets a load of the way I look tonight...
Fay: What do you mean by the way that you look tonight? What are you planning, Kate?
Chloe: 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: Why won't she tell me what she's doing? I'm her boyfriend. If she can't tell me, then... [Sighs] I want to trust you, Chloe, I do, but how can I if you don't tell me what's going on?
Chloe: Love ends in tragedy. Look at Anna Karenina, Dr. Zhivago, Kate and Leo in "Titanic." It doesn't get more tragic than that.
Belle: First of all, Kate and Leo are actors. And second, weren't their characters made up?
Chloe: But it was representative, Belle, based in truth.
Belle: Chloe, falling in love doesn't mean you're automatically going to drown in the Atlantic.
Chloe: Look, I'm sorry. I don't mean to bring you down on the night of your very first date, but just look at our own lives. Whoever the hell my father was, the moment of passion that brought me into being was obviously a tragedy for Nancy. She won't even tell me what his name is, and that is a tragedy for me. And look at your father and how much he loved Brady's mom. Look how that ended.
Belle: Chloe, that doesn't mean your relationship with Philip is going to end badly.
Chloe: I don't want it to end at all. As far as I'm concerned, the only way to survive in this life in one piece emotionally is just not to go through that whole love thing.
Belle: Chloe, that just seems crazy, like it's against nature or something.
Chloe: Okay, I would like to point out that you and Shawn are nowhere near declaring love for each other, yet you are so nervous about even kissing him good night.
Chloe: So if this whole love thing were so easy, you would just be "tra-la-la" about this and say, "oh, it's just a date. No biggie."
Belle: Point taken, but I'm not afraid dating Shawn will kill me.
Chloe: Not dating. We were talking about loving.
Belle: Okay, from now on, we will refer to that word as the l-word. Okay, I might be completely retro here, but I still think this l-word thing can last forever.
Chloe: [Sighs] You know, sometimes I look at you and I wonder what it's like to be so normal.
Belle: You're not abnormal, Chloe. You're unique, you just go your own way.
Jason: So, uh, you think Mimi's going to be in there long enough to, uh --
Jan: Not long enough for what you're thinking about, Jason.
Jason: So, what's t big plan you and Mimi have going on tonight, anyway?
Jan: The details are top secret, but I will tell you that just when Chloe and Philip have reached the romantic peak of their evening, their fantasy is going to come crashing down all around them.
Jason: You know what you're getting yourself into? You saw how Philip reacted when I called his girlfriend ghoul girl.
Jan: Oh, Philip's going to be mad as hell, but not at me. What we've got planned for Chloe lame-o is so perv, so totally embarrassing, she'll never live it down.
Shawn-D: Belle hates it when you two don't get along, and I know she doesn't want to lose you as a friend, so just please come with us tonight.
Mimi: Even if you meant it, which you don't --
Shawn-D: Mimi, I --
Mimi: Get real, Shawn what kind of loser goes on somebody else's date? You obviously don't think very much of me, do you?
Shawn-D: I care a lot about you. So does Belle.
Mimi: Thanks, but this loser has got to get back to Jan and Jason. They're waiting in the car. I'm crashing their date instead of yours. Aren't you so lucky? Some social life I've got, huh?
Shawn-D: Mimi, look, I'm worried about you, okay? You've been spending a lot of time with Jan. Just seems like something's going on between you two, something not good.
Mimi: That's about to end.
Shawn-D: End it now. All right? Just flake on those two jerks and come over to Belle's with me.
Mimi: Chloe will probably be there, right?
Shawn-D: Yeah. Prince charming is picking her up there. So we're doubling with Philip and Chloe. Doesn't mean that you can't come along with us. It'd be fun.
Mimi: Shawn, you don't have a clue what anything means.
Shawn-D: Well, then tell me, Mimi.
Mimi: I just don't want to see Chloe right now, and I don't want her to see me, okay? Later.
Philip: Finally! Come on, Nicole, let's go!
Nicole: Hey, hold on there, cowboy. There's a few important beats you're missing here, like, oh, hi, dad. Hi, Nicole. Man, you look great in that outfit. Like what you've done with the living room.
Philip: Ha ha ha. Hi, dad. Hi, Nicole. You look -- come on, I don't want to be late picking Chloe up.
Victor: The world does not revolve around Chloe Lane, son.
Philip: Yeah, well, my world does, dad.
Nicole: If Chloe's so fabulous, why don't more people like her?
Philip: She's misunderstood.
Nicole: Oh. But you understand her.
Philip: Not completely. Not all the time, but, you know.
Nicole: So basically you go for her whole mysterious routine.
Philip: It's not a routine, but, yeah, I'm cool with it most of the time.
Nicole: You know, all that mystery could be a turnoff, though. You might feel left out. Does that ever happen with you and Chloe?
Philip: Oh, not really. This whole summer thing kind of bugs me.
Victor: What summer thing?
Philip: It's no big deal. Chloe's got some kind of plan to make tons of money this summer,
and she won't tell me what it is. I have no idea what she'll be doing.
Nicole: Well, 16-year-olds don't have many ways of making big money.
Philip: I know. That's what worries me. Ever since we started dating last year, I want to protect her, you know? I don't want her getting hurt by anybody.
Victor: Well, that says just one thing as far as I'm concerned. I'm proud of you, son.
Belle: You are being so mysterious about this summer.
Chloe: Well, all you have to know is that I'm going to make loads of money so that I can afford music school in New York. Where is it? Did I leave the bag with my pantyhose at the store? Because I've looked everywhere except under your bed.
Belle: No, I know there were some bags left on the desk from when we came in and collapsed earlier.
Chloe: Oh, okay. I'm going to go check that. Should I put something on?
Belle: Why? My mom's the only one that's home, and she's in bed sick.
Chloe: Ohh! Ow.
Chloe: What do you think you're doing?
Brady: Nothing. Uh, I'm eating ice cream. What are you doing?
Chloe: I didn't think anybody was down here. I was just getting something. How long have you been standing there?
Brady: I live here, remember? Uh, listen, if you -- if you are embarrassed, there's really no reason why you should be. I mean, I have a little sister, and I always see half-naked girls running around here, so, uh, it's really no big deal.
Chloe: What makes you think I'm embarrassed? Uh, look, Belle's waiting for me, so...
Brady: Oh, boy.
Hope: Is Mimi okay? She didn't seem too happy.
Shawn-D: She's just been weird. I don't know. She's been really sensitive lately, too. She's jealous of Belle, I know, and upset that we're going to the dance together.
Hope: Honey, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, you deserve to have a wonderful time tonight. After all, it is your first real date. Hey, don't let anyone get in the way of your having a great time, okay? Promise me that.
Shawn-D: Sure, but, mom, that means that you're going to have to stay home tonight.
Fay: You're not purposely going to hurt your son tonight, are you, Kate?
Kate: Philip may suffer a few moments, but he'll survive, and I will triumph, and it all starts tonight.
Philip: You're proud of me. Right.
Victor: I'm very impressed that you're so protective of Chloe. It's an admirable trait. So is caring and sensitivity. I'll tell you what, son. I'll make you a deal.
Philip: Well, that's what you do best, dad -- make deals.
Victor: You get your grades up next year, way up -- there's no reason why you shouldn't be near the top of your class --
Philip: Oh, lecture alert.
Victor: My second demand is that you use your time wisely this summer. You meet those demands, and I won't object to your seeing Chloe.
Philip: What's your idea of using my time wisely? I mean, I'm too young to join the peace corps.
Victor: Well, this school ecology trip sounds ideal.
Nicole: I wish someone offered me a chance to go to an island when I was in high school.
Victor: And your generation has the responsibility of safeguarding the earth's environment.
Philip: Yeah, now that your generation's polluted the planet, I mean, we have to recycle for the rest of our lives.
Victor: Well, unfortunately, there's a lot of truth in what you say, but the ball's still in your court. You know, I would think you and your friends would be delighted to have a chance to make a difference.
Nicole: Uh-oh. Lecture alert.
Victor: Come on now. Don't start ganging up on me.
Philip: I'll think about the trip, dad. Hey, and thanks for lightening up on Chloe. I mean, you know, for understanding. I've been fighting with you so much about this, I forgot about what a great dad you are. I love you.
Nicole: I, um, I don't think about my dad too much, and seeing you guys like this, I... What is this, a 2-bit therapy session? I-I -- you know what? We have to go pick our dates up for this shindig, so... Don't wait up.
Jan: Jason, slow down. My dad paid too much for this dress for me to die in a wreck before everyone sees it, okay?
Jason: It's not my fault that your friend the loser spent too much time at Shawn's house.
Jan: So we're a little late. Mimi, Shawn didn't ask you to the dance. Can we please move on?
Jason: Yeah, like you'd ever be competition to Belle, anyway. Get real.
Jan: Yeah, Jason's right. Get real and then get even. Chloe's the one that shafted you. She's the one that talked Belle into going after Shawn. I wouldn't be surprised if she set the whole thing up.
Mimi: What do you mean?
Jan: So she could have the perfect puppy double date -- her and Philip and Belle and Shawn.
Mimi: Really? Why would Chloe care?
Jan: Are you kidding? Everybody knows that if Chloe wasn't going out with Philly boy, she'd be hitting on Shawn. This way she can have them both drooling over her all night long. Belle and Shawn's first date is going to be a total disaster, and it's all because of Chloe.
Mimi: Ghoul girl's going to get hers.
Jan: Bet your booty. I bet after Belle finds out what a trashy number Chloe is, she'll even thank us.
Jason: You guys, for what? What do you guys have planned for tonight?
Mimi: It's better if you don't know, Jase.
Jan: Let's just say Mimi is going to get the revenge she so richly deserves.
Mimi: Yeah, but I'm going to lose all my friends.
Jan: Who needs Belle the twink? You got me, the Bitch Goddess of Salem High.
Hope: Listen, it's not like I'm going to cut in on you and Belle or anything. Okay, you -- you have my solemn promise that I will serve the punch or do whatever they want me to do, and then I'll leave. I'm out of there, okay?
Shawn-D: You can stay for half an hour.
Hope: One. I love you.
Shawn-D: I love you too, mom.
Shawn-D: Oh, my gosh. I got to get the flowers out of the fridge 'cause we got to get out of here or we're going to be late.
John: Hey, kid, eat up. I'm on my third bowl...
Brady: Yeah, I'm eating. I'm eating, see?
John: Like any son of mine... [Doorbell rings]
Brady: Mmm. That's good.
John: I got it. I got it. I got it. This is good, isn't it? And we didn't leave any for them. Ha ha ha. Whoa. Hey, Nicole. You look lovely.
Nicole: Thank you.
John: You look lovely, too, Philip.
Philip: Oh, well, thank you.
John: Don't mention it. Come on in. Brady, your date's here.
Nicole: Mm. Hey, Philip, hope your date looks as hot as mine.
Philip: Brady, you should see yourself right now. Your eyes are, like, popping out of your head.
Nicole: Mmm. Oh, wait. You smell good, too. Is that cologne or after-shave you're
John: Hi. You want some ice cream? Check his I.D. He's not even old enough to drink yet.
Nicole: He's old enough to vote, isn't he?
Brady: Yeah, and I'm old enough to go to war, so I think I can handle a woman, thanks.
Philip: Hey, where's my date? Hey, Chloe, come on down! I want to see you!
Philip: Hey, Chloe, come down! If you don't, I'm coming up!
Belle: Sounds like he means it.
Chloe: Philip is very impulsive.
Belle: Wonder if Shawn's here.
Chloe: Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's do this thing.
Belle: I'll go first.
Philip: Okay, time's up. Here I come.
Philip: God, you are beautiful.
Chloe: Oh, why, thank you. And you look very handsome tonight, Philip. Where's Shawn?
Belle: Maybe he changed his mind.
John: No, I'm sure he's just running a little bit late. Well, now I know why your mother was getting all choked up looking at your baby pictures this afternoon. You look lovely, sweetheart. You are all grown up.
Belle: Thanks, dad.
Brady: You know what's funny? He didn't cry when he saw me in my suit.
John: It's different with girls. Don't ask me why. Listen, um, you say no if you think this is the worst idea you've ever heard in your life, but would you mind if your dear old dad hung out with you at the dance for maybe an hour or two?
Belle: You want to keep tabs on me, huh?
John: Well, I --
Belle: Dad, dad, is there ever a high school dance that I have been to that you have not chaperoned?
Philip: I'm glad my dad's not going. That'd be too weird. It's bad enough you're going, Nicole.
Nicole: Hey, I think Belle is lucky to have a father who's so protective.
Belle: Oh, yeah, and my mom would be going, too, but she came down with some sort of bug.
John: Yeah, and I want to check on her and tell her what I'm going to do, so, uh, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get changed, and I'll be right back.
Philip: Where's Shawn? I can't wait to get to the dance to show off my girlfriend, the most beautiful girl on the face of this earth. [Doorbell rings ]
Brady: Belle, that must be, uh, Mr. Shawn now. I'll get the door.
Shawn-D: Sorry we're late. Wow. Belle, you look -- wow.
Jason: Gee, I'm real glad we brought you, Meems. Been crying the whole time. Real big upper.
Jan: [Softly] Just wait till after the dance. Then we can dump her and have some real fun. Stop crying, Mimi. We have a job to do. Operation ghoul girl is a go.
Fay: Kate, I just don't understand why you'd want to go out like that. You used to be one of the best-dressed women in Salem.
Kate: Oh, I will be again once Philip sees me dressed as a bag lady.
Fay: And don't you care if you ruin his night?
Kate: Not if it saves my future.
Victor: You're wasting your time, Kate. I won't fall for your tricks any more than I'll let Chloe Lane get her hooks into my son.
Belle: Thanks, Shawn. You look nice, too.
Hope: Give her the flowers.
Shawn-D: Yeah. Oh! I, uh, I brought you this.
Philip: You brought Chloe one, too, right?
Shawn-D: Yeah. Come here.
Philip: All right, which wrist?
Chloe: This one.
Philip: Here you go.
Belle: Thank you.
Shawn-D: Do that right?
Philip: Did you get it?
Shawn-D: Yeah, I got it.
Belle: Okay, let's get this party moving because I want to dance.
Shawn-D: Oh, yeah.
John: All right.
Belle: What a handsome father I have.
John: Thank you, sweetheart.
Belle: You look very pretty, too, Hope.
Hope: Well, thank you, Belle.
John: Yes, you do. You're going to the dance?
Hope: Yes, they called me to chaperon, and I couldn't resist, even though Shawn tried desperately to talk me out of it.
Shawn-D: Yeah. One hour, mom.
John: That old one-hour deal.
Hope: Where's Marlena?
John: She's not feeling well, Hope.
John: But I told her that I would take plenty of pictures.
Hope: Bo had to work. Why don't we go together?
Brady: Uh, yeah. Hey, dad, that means you won't have to dance with that P.T.A. President, huh?
John: Hey, look on the bright side, right?
Nicole: Yeah, let's go, handsome.
Philip: I am never going to forget this night.
Chloe: Me neither.
Philip: Come on, let's go.
Belle: Ha ha ha ha.
Hope: Can you believe how sweet they are?
John: Yeah. I'm sorry Marlena's missing all this.
Hope: You know, there is a, uh, good side to that.
John: Oh? What's that?
Hope: It'll give us a chance to talk.
John: Oh, Hope --
Hope: John, I need to know about my life as Gina. I need to know about you and me and exactly what took place on that submarine.
John: Don't. Shh.
Hope: Look, you didn't know i was going tonight, and I didn't know that Marlena wasn't. John, it's fate giving us some time alone so you can finally tell me the truth.
John: Shall we?
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