Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 08/01/01

 

 

Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 8/1/01

Provided By Stephanie
Proofread By Niki

Brady: Why don't you grab a table while I get some drinks?

Chloe: Okay.

Ashley: Hey, ghoul girl, are you still haunting Salem? Why aren't you on the school trip?

Matt: What happened to your web site, nude girl?

Brady: Leave her alone, man.

Matt: Who's going to make me?

Brady: Maybe we should take this outside, punk.

Colin: Who knows, Jennifer? The man you seek may be closer than you think.

Jennifer: Really? And where would he be?

Colin: Maybe the cold of a desert night. I wouldn't rule out anything.

Jack: Jennifer, I give you this ring as a token and a pledge... Of our constant faith and abiding love.

Jack: This surprise is going to make mommy so happy.

Colin: For God's sake, it wasn't that bad.

Elizabeth: Either you're joking, or you're a sadistic bastard. My skin is still crawling with disgust.

Bo: So, how's life at Chez DiMera?

Abe: Oh, man, hate it. You know, I've agreed to stay until DiMera comes back.

Bo: He's coming back? When?

Hope: Are you sure your father's not here?

Lexie: You mean hiding in the basement or something? Hope, come on, don't be ridiculous. My father's still out of town. Hey, you don't have to look so frightened.

Hope: Lex, I know you love him, but the rest of us, we're scared to death of him, all right? If he comes back, things could change for the worse, for all of us.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.

Bo: Abe, there's still that business about Ireland. I got to look into that.

Shawn: Don't be poking your nose into dangerous business that doesn't concern you.

Bo: Doesn't concern me, pop? DiMera’s been after the Brady's since I can remember. I'm getting pretty tired of you giving me the runaround about why.

Shawn: Your hot temper ain't going to get a lick out of me, that's for sure. Now you do yourself a favor, all right? You give it a rest, huh?

Bo: Brady's aren't too stubborn.

Shawn: Stubborn as we want to be, and proud of it. Now let me give you some good news. Your cousin, Colin Murphy, he's over here from Ireland.

Bo: Oh. I didn't get a chance to visit with him while I was over there.

Shawn: Well, you know, he's a doctor. He travels around the world taking care of them that need it the most. Anyway, he's here, staying out at the Horton cabin with his fiancée, a very comely Colleen.

Bo: All the way from Ireland? What, he come here for ma's cooking?

Shawn: Why shouldn't he? I mean, your mom's the best cook this side of the Atlantic, ain't she?

Bo: Yeah, pop, she is, but what's he really doing here?

Shawn: He and his beauty, they're thinking maybe they'll settle here, you know?

Bo: In Salem?

Shawn: Yeah. I don't know yet. Colin, he's the cosmopolitan of the family, living all those years in England. And his lassie, she's from England, too.

Abe: You still have a lot of relatives over in Ireland, don't you?

Shawn: Oh, yes, and they can tell me all I need to know about Stefano DiMera’s dealings with the Brady's. There ain't no call for my hotheaded son to go over to the old country, stirring up trouble.

Hope: Here you go, sweetheart. Here you go, big guy. By the way, I was very grateful for your father's help when we were being held captive.

Lexie: Okay.

Hope: But you've got to understand that one act of kindness doesn't erase all of the terrible things he's done.

Lexie: All right, Hope, can we just agree to disagree about my father? At least for this afternoon. Come on, the babies are almost ready for their naps, and you and I can just kick back and enjoy ourselves. Eliana, there you are. Did you hear us come in?

Eliana: I'm sorry, madam. I was advising cook on the dinner menu. Shall I serve tea?

Lexie: Hope, tea?

Hope: No, thank you, Eliana.

Lexie: That will be all.

Hope: Wow. You really have the "Lady of the Manor" thing down, don't you?

Lexie: Well, my father has money and servants. Why shouldn't I enjoy them? And if the police department hadn't run him out of town on that bogus charge, he'd be here with us right now, offering us sherry.

Hope: So why isn't he here? The charge was dropped, but Stefano never came back. Why didn't he?

Lexie: Why are you interrogating me?

Hope: Ooh. You a little crabby today? P.M.S. blues? What?

Lexie: Hope...

Hope: Lex, okay, I'm sorry. Ever since we walked through that front door, I can't say anything right, so what's the problem?

Lexie: Look, I'm just feeling really sensitive about the police department's treatment of my father, okay? The charge, the way they tracked him down -- I mean, the whole thing was completely absurd. Come on, just the idea that Marlo's dead body could have ever been here in this house is ridiculous.

Hope: She was awfully young when she died. Marlo -- I never knew her, but lately, I got to tell you, I've been thinking a lot about her life.

Lexie: Yeah, well, her life was as much a mystery as her death.

Hope: Not to Glen. He knew her.

Lexie: In the biblical sense. Doesn't mean you know what makes a person tick.

Hope: No, you're right. I've been wondering lately about the D.N.A. test that Glen had done to Isaac. Something doesn't add up.

Abby: Boo!

Jennifer: [Gasps] Why on earth did you just scare me like that?

Jack: Jennifer, s-u-r-p-r-I-s-e -- hello?

Abby: Daddy, we made mommy sad.

Jennifer: No, no, baby, you didn't mean to. I just, um -- when I get scared, I cry sometimes. Remember when you fell on your bike last week and you didn't hurt yourself but you cried? It's because you were scared. And we're just the same that way, that's all.

Abby: I'm sorry, mommy.

Jack: I'm sorry, too.

Abby: Well, we have a surprise for you, but now I don't think wed --

Jennifer: Oh, no. No, baby, I would love a surprise from you.

Abby: It's from me and daddy.

Jennifer: Oh, it's from you and daddy. Okay.

Abby: Daddy, can I go get it?

Jack: Yeah, sure thing, kiddo. Go.

Jennifer: What's going on?

Jack: I was wondering the same thing. Are you okay?

Jennifer: Just a middle-aged woman getting depressed.

Jack: What? Where? Where is that middle-aged lady? I'll cheer her up. Hey, lady! Lady! Hello!

Jennifer: Jack, you know what I mean.

Jack: What do you mean? You're practically a child, Jennifer. Who are you kidding?

Jennifer: I'm a mother, and I am not a very good mother today.

Jennifer: Oh, my word.

Jack: Here we go. Ta-da!

Abby: Well, remember when we were in Africa and you and daddy kept saying how much you missed Buddy's takeout? And you said you couldn't wait to get back to Salem and have a double deluxe implosion.

Jack: That's, uh, explosion. That's a half-beef, half-pork cheeseburger with a mountain of fries. Yes!

Abby: Remember, mommy? Remember how much you missed Salem when you were in Africa? What's the matter, mommy? You're all sad again.

Jennifer: No, I'm not. I'm just -- I am just so happy to be back in Salem with my little girl.

Abby: And daddy. You're happy to be with daddy, too, right?

Elizabeth: That cabin was like something out of a horror film, complete with spider webs, creaking floors, and an outdoor shower.

Colin: Darling, I was led to believe it was a comfy cabin complete with all of the amenities you crave. It's owned by the Horton's, who in Salem are considered to be the equivalent of blue-blooded royals.

Elizabeth: If that's how the rich folks live in this Godforsaken land, then get me out of here now.

Colin: Look, you're the one who wanted to come to the States for a while. You wanted me to practice medicine here.

Elizabeth: Forgive me if I pictured us on Park Avenue and not Dogpatch, U.S.A.

Colin: I have family here in Salem -- Uncle Shawn and Aunt Caroline.

Elizabeth: Bloody hell. Don't tell me you're actually thinking of residing in Sleepy Salem, U.S.A. Have you lost your mind?

Colin: Apparently I lost it when I had this totally unworkable notion.

Elizabeth: Bringing me here certainly was.

Colin: I'm talking about us, the foolish idea that you and I might actually be a good fit. Looks like I was wrong.

Brady: You're going to show Chloe some respect, man.

Matt: Hey, man.

Brady: See, nobody treats my friends like crap.

Ashley: Cut Matt a break. He wasn't trying to cause any trouble.

Brady: All right. If I even see you look at Chloe again, either of you --

Matt: All right, all right. Move your butt, Ashley.

Ashley: Hey, don't yell at me, dork.

Brady: Come on. Satisfy my curiosity, Chloe. Why do you let them talk to you like that?

Chloe: What options do I have? It's not like I can rearrange Matt's face.

Brady: You can stick up for yourself, though.

Chloe: It'll just make it worse. If I don't react, they eventually get bored and they leave me alone. Now, I appreciate you standing up for me, but trust me, I'm used to being treated

badly. With all the different foster homes I lived in, I was always the new kid at school, the new weird kid.

Brady: Oh, come on, Chloe, you're not weird. They are. They're beginning to get a clue about how pitiful the rest of their lives are going to be, while you are going to be the toast of the metropolitan opera.

Chloe: I thought you hated my singing.

Brady: I'm expecting some major improvements as a result of your newly broken heart, and a little help from me.

Marlena: Mnh-mnh.

John: [Groans]

Marlena: No, let's not move, let's not move.

John: You mean never?

Marlena: Mm-hmm, unless we need some food. Which reminds me, what do you want me to make you for supper?

John: Well, it's what I'm going to make you. I think we definitely need some protein, so I'm going to fire up the grill, throw on some steaks, and we're going to eat on the terrace. How about that?

Marlena: Oh. You're going to spoil me.

John: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Marlena: Oh, my goodness. All right, spoil me. Go ahead.

John: Let's get back in the shower. Come on, let's go.

Marlena: Oh, no, no. You've got a one-track mind. Just try to control yourself.

John: [Groans]

Marlena: What happened? Did I say something?

John: I got some bad news for you.

Brady: Here you go.

Chloe: Thank you.

Brady: All right, Chloe, listen to me. When you sing, you have to have something to say, something from the heart, which is where your breakup with Philip comes in. It'll mature you, like a fine wine.

Chloe: Can we please stop talking about me? Let's talk about you. You're back to normal now.

Brady: And who are you calling normal?

Chloe: I mean you're walking without your canes, and girls have been checking you out ever since we came in here. I guess you've got this whole angry young man thing working for you.

Brady: Where are you going with this?

Chloe: Is there anybody special? I mean, are you interested in dating someone?

Elizabeth: I thought we fit rather well. Spectacularly, in fact.

Colin: My mum used to have a saying -- "a lark can love a killer whale, but where would they build a home together?"

Elizabeth: A clever lark could teach a whale to compromise.

Colin: Am I the lark or the whale here?

Elizabeth: Forget your mother's bloody analogies. We'll take turns at lark and whale, as long as we keep on keeping on.

Colin: Salem or nothing.

Elizabeth: I hope you enjoy sleeping alone, then.

Colin: You are the most pig-headed woman.

Elizabeth: The least your uncle can do is give me a drink.

Shawn: Ooh, here's the fiancée now. Hot stuff, eh?

Elizabeth: Barkeep!

Shawn: No need to holler, girl. Don't shout.

Elizabeth: I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, albeit not a happy one at this moment.

Shawn: What are you doing back here? I thought that you and Colin were out, you know --

Elizabeth: I don't suppose you could scrounge up a fine Devon Shire whiskey.

Shawn: Well, on this side of the pond we call it scotch.

Elizabeth: I don't care if you call it pond water. Just bring a tumbler and fill it up.

Shawn: I'll get some ice.

Elizabeth: Oh, for the love of Mike, or whoever you Irish pray to, never put ice in British whiskey!

Bo: A woman who pounds on the Bart a drink has no class, I don't care how high class she thinks she is.

Elizabeth: I beg your -- and who, pray tell, are you?

Marlena: It's about Hope, isn't it?

John: It just seems that she's a little off, not her usual self. Don't you agree?

Marlena: Well, I'd say she's more than a bit off. I mean, she's behaving as though she -- is that the bad news?

Lexie: What about the D.N.A. test? What are you getting at?

Hope: Oh, God. You are going to think that I am completely deranged, but try to stick with me on this, okay, and keep an open mind. Marlo and I both gave birth on the same night, both at University Hospital.

Lexie: Well, so did two other women.

Hope: Right, four babies were born that night.

Lexie: So what's your point? Listen, are you sure you wouldn't like some tea?

Hope: No, I'm positive, I'm positive. Ok look at Isaac. He's been as healthy as can be from the day you brought him home.

Lexie: No, he had that ear infection that we had to give him antibiotics for, and then he went through that colicky phase.

Hope: Right, but my point is compared to J.T., Isaac has been incredibly healthy. J.T. had open-heart surgery.

Lexie: Hope, he recovered. J.T. is a survivor, just like his mom.

Hope: It's not just the surgery, Lex. It's his fetal alcohol syndrome.

Lexie: Look, you don't know that J.T.'s heart condition was a result of F.A.S. The doctor said there's no way to be sure.

Hope: I know that, and that's just one more reason for me to cover all bases.

Lexie: What do you mean?

Hope: I have to find out everything I can about Princess Gina. It's driving me crazy. You have Marlo's perfectly healthy baby, and we know that she drank an awful lot. J.T., whom I love and adore, has F.A.S., and the only way that can be is if I drank like a fish while I was pregnant with him, and I didn't, as far as I know. Okay, yes, a glass of champagne here, a glass of champagne there, but nothing major. So I ask myself, what the hell is going on? It's like -- it's like these two babies were switched at birth.

Lexie: Switched? My, God, Hope, are you deranged? I mean, I adopted Isaac, but you gave birth to J.T. You literally delivered him, Hope. He came from your body. How can you even joke about something like the babies being switched?

Hope: Lex, don't get carried away. It was just a figure of speech.

Lexie: A figure of speech?

Hope: I'm sorry, okay? I never would have brought it up if I knew you were going to overreact like this.

Lexie: Look, I am not overreacting, okay? You're the one not making any sense. Look, do you mind? I think I'm getting a migraine. My head is splitting.

Hope: I guess that's my fault because I brought all of this up. I'm sorry.

Shawn: Elizabeth, this is my son Bo Brady. And, Bo, this is your cousin Colin's fiancée, the lovely Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: I always thought it must be a lot of American blarney about the men being macho, but now I see it's true.

Bo: Pretty macho yourself the way you knocked back that drink.

Elizabeth: That's how I do everything -- all out.

Bo: Like a man.

Elizabeth: If you think insults will put me off, a warning -- I like a good fight and I always win.

Shawn: Uh, listen, Elizabeth, don't pay Bo any mind. He was just having fun with you.

Elizabeth: And I with him, although not as much fun as we could have.

Shawn: Where's Colin now?

Elizabeth: I don't know, and what's more, I don't care. He's utterly infuriating. There's always an agenda, always something he not telling you. Miss Marple herself couldn't solve all of his mysteries.

Colin: We keep running into each other.

Jennifer: Hey. Thank God for this fire, huh?

Colin: Reminds me of home.

Jennifer: Oh, England?

Colin: My boyhood home -- Ireland.

Jennifer: Here, let me help you.

Colin: Thank you. Gathering here... Sharing a coffee.

Jennifer: Thanks. Yikes! With a little nip of whisky in there.

Colin: Indeed. Whisky makes me even more homesick -- one of Dublin's famous pubs.

Jennifer: Oh, you know, we have some pubs in the U.S., too.

Colin: Bars where everybody knows your name? Isn't that how it goes?

Jennifer: Yes. There's this one particular one, though, in Salem, and it is an honest to goodness Irish pub, and they have the most amazing fish chowder. Ooh, I miss that.

Colin: The place or the chowder?

Jennifer: I miss both. I miss the people. You know, Salem is just this incredible down-to-earth town. You go to the mall, you always run into someone you know, and people just say "good morning" even if they don't know you, and if you're hurting, they're just there. They look out for you.

Colin: But if it's so wonderful, why ever did you leave?

Jennifer: Because Jack said we were moving to Africa, so here we are.

Colin: Afraid I have to point out to you that you and Abby are here, whereas Jack is...

Jennifer: God knows where. You're right, and that's his pattern. Is original Mr.. Fly-by-night.

Colin: Shouldn't you have some say in your own life?

Jennifer: Yeah. I mean, I guess one day I'll be courageous enough, but in the meantime, I am now stuck on one of Jack's journeys to hell

Colin: You deserve a man who will take you up to heaven, Jennifer.

Jennifer: Is there a man like that for me?

Colin: I have no doubt, no doubt at all.

Colin: I wonder if Jennifer ever made it back to Salem. Why, Colin, she's here today and dying to see you. Right. She's probably still back in Ireland or off on another journey to hell with Jack. They probably worked out their problems. He'd be a bloody fool to let a woman like that go.

Jennifer: Baby, what I mean is I am so happy to be in Salem with my whole family, and that means everyone, including your dad.

Abby: Yay!

Jack: And as the dad, I command a certain young lady to run upstairs and wash her hands before dinner.

Abby: Daddy, you know we're just going to pig out.

Jack: That's all the more reason to wash up before we dig in. You wash up, I'll get the place mats and the napkins, and, Jennifer, you get the plates and the silverware. We'll meet back here in five minutes.

Abby: Aye-aye, Captain daddy.

Jack: Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut! She is so happy. Today?

Jack: Oh, well, no one's really looking for a Jack of all trades who's ready to take over a newspaper, but not to worry. I'll come up with something.

Jennifer: I'm not worried. Why should I be?

Jack: I'm well aware of the responsibilities to my family.

Jack: And so how was your day, dear?

Jennifer: Don't.

Jack: Don't what?

Jennifer: Abby wants to have fun. Don't spoil it, okay?

Jack: How can I spoil it? What did I say?

Jennifer: How was your day, dear?

Jack: Just a friendly question.

Jennifer: For one thing, Jack, I am not your dear, okay? What are you doing?

Jack: You could fix it so no options are off limits. All doors are open. Jennifer, why not?

Chloe: You don't need a lifeline to answer this question, Brady. Are you interested in dating someone? Are you dating someone?

Brady: That's none of your business, Chloe.

Chloe: Oh, we just spent all this time dissecting my life choices, but you can't be upfront about this one thing.

Brady: All right, let's get out of here.

Chloe: No, wait. You -- just because you can walk now doesn't mean you can make me do something I don't want to do.

Brady: Oh, trust me, you'll want to. Let's go.

Chloe: Whoa. Where are you taking me?

Brady: Let life throw you a curve, Chloe. It'll be good for you.

Elizabeth: Your nephew's an insufferable, frustrating, egomaniacal -- here he is, right on cue. What on earth are you about --

Colin: Shut up. You messing with me.

Bo: Nice to meet you, cuz.

Colin: Pleasure's all yours.

Elizabeth: Goodbye, Mr.. Macho, darling.

Colin: I'll show you macho.

Elizabeth: Put me down! What are you doing?

Bo: Hmm.

Shawn: That's Colin Murphy.

Bo: The man of mystery, huh? From where I sit, the two of them deserve each other.

Hope: Did you see that guy with the girl thrown over his shoulders?

Bo: Yeah.

Shawn: Bo's cousin from the old country.

Hope: Oh, yeah? Pretty girl, what I could see of her.

Bo: No, not as pretty as you.

Hope: I love you.

Bo: Hey, there, buddy.

Hope: Hey, Shawn, would you like to spend some time with your grandson for a while?

Shawn: Oh, you don't have to be asking me twice, not at all.

Hope: You want to see grandpa, grandpa Shawn? Mommy will be right back.

Shawn: Okay, big fella, come on. We'll go see what your grandma's got cooking, eh? Okay.

Bo: Yeah, he's probably hungry.

Abe: Hey, hope.

Hope: Hey, how are you? I haven't seen you in so long. You know, I just came from your house, or should I say Stefano's? God, you must hate that.

Abe: Yeah, well, why don't we just call it Abe and Lexie's till he gets back, huh?

Hope: Hmm. I'm worried about your wife. She got a terrible headache while I was there, although that's not what I'm worried about. I just -- Abe, I think something is going on.

[Opera playing]

Rolf: Your father always plays opera when he's in a jam.

Lexie: Don't just walk in on me like that.

Rolf: You are headed for big trouble with Hope Brady.

Lexie: Were you listening to our conversation?

Rolf: Your father pays me to protect you, Alexandra. Hope is getting dangerously close to the truth about the baby switch.

Lexie: Yes, I know that.

Rolf: However, she is not the biggest problem -- you are. Hope said "baby switch," and you panicked. You cannot do that.

Lexie: Rolf, what was I supposed to do, just let her take my baby away from me?

Rolf: Have faith in your father, Alexandra. He has prepared for just such a possibility.

Lexie: What do you mean?

Rolf: As one of Hope Brady's closest friends, you are aware that he has a little doppelganger condition, also known as split personality, more or less.

Lexie: Yeah, yeah. She thought that she was Princess Gina, but that's all over.

Rolf: Is it?

Lexie: Yeah.

Rolf: You may also know that Princess Gina was deeply in love with John Black, and in here more prosaic incarnation as Hope Brady, she gave birth to a child whose father is John Black.

Lexie: Rolf, I know all this. Will you get to the point?

Rolf: Ah, the point, yes. The point is that Hope would be highly distracted if her Gina personality were to surface again.

Marlena: At Tuscany, it was obvious. Hope feels the more information she has about her life as Gina, the better she'll be able to fight with.

John: Mm-hmm. And?

Marlena: I think you have to tell her what she wants to know.

John: Marlena --

Marlena: Just do it, just do it. It's the only hope she has of not being taken over again by Gina.

Abe: Uh, look, why is Lexie so upset? Is it Isaac?

Hope: I don't feel like I should really say. I just think you should go home and be with her.

Abe: Yeah, well, thank you for the heads up. Bo, would you tell your pop I'll settle up with him later?

Bo: Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. You just go take care of your wife.

Abe: All right, thanks, man.

Bo: See ya.

Hope: Bye, Abe.

Abe: See ya.

Bo: What's up with Lexie?

Hope: I don't know. I mean, the whole thing is just really weird. Bo, I mean, all I did was mention how strange it is that J.T. has F.A.S. And Marlo's the one who did the drinking, and her baby is perfect. I mean, he is just the perfect picture of health, Bo. It's weird, that's all. It's very strange. It's like the babies were switched at birth or something.

Jennifer: What do you mean by why not? Why not what?

Jack: Why not go for it, Jennifer? Make an assumption or two, take a few liberties, risk. Who knows? We might actually get somewhere. Hmm? Do you remember the words that we said on our wedding day?

Jennifer: We're divorced, Jack.

Jack: Does that mean you've forgotten the words we said together before God?

Jennifer: Oh, no, no, I'll never forget those words.

Jack: We said it was for life. We made promises.

Jennifer: Yeah, we broke promises, too.

Jack: We... We didn't stray that far. We just drifted away. If we -- if we try, we can find our way back. Is just give it a whirl. Who knows? We could see where it takes us.

Abby: Mommy, please kiss each other. That's what they do in the movies. Why don't you kiss anymore?

Brady: Come here, Chloe. Watch out.

Chloe: All right, showoff.

Brady: All right, let's play a little basketball.

Chloe: On roller blades?

Brady: It would be interesting, yes, but, no. Go take your skates off, catch your breath, and you're playing one on one with me.

Chloe: Uh, no, I'm not.

Brady: I dare you.

Brady: Are you ready? Come on, Chloe. Come on, Chloe. Oh, I see.

Chloe: Oh. Gimme .a break.

Brady: All right, your turn. Go ahead, go ahead. Come on, take it.

Chloe: Whoo!

Brady: I see how it is.

Chloe: Well, your shirt is soaked. You should take it off.

Brady: First you want me to put it on, now you want me to take it off. Make up your mind, Lane.

Chloe: Do it or not, I don't care.

Brady: All right, now your turn. Take your shirt off. No, no, I'm just kidding. Try to get by me.

Chloe: Okay. Let's see what you got.

Brady: Come on.

Brady: Ooh! Oh! Here.

Brady: Come here. Oh, God!

Chloe: Oh, Brady!

Brady: It's my legs. You know, I know I'm pushing it. We should probably just go home and shower, get changed, and go out.

Chloe: Out? I'm wiped.

Brady: Yeah, you're also lonely and bored and hungry. Well, so am I. Well, hungry, that is, so go home, put on a knockout outfit, and I'll pick you up.

Chloe: I'll roller blade home.

Brady: Yeah, but we're still on for tonight, right?

Chloe: What time?

Brady: About an hour. I'm taking you someplace special.

 

Abby: Do it, daddy. Kiss mommy.

Colin: You're the only woman in Salem for me.

Elizabeth: Will you be undressing me in the back seat of our rental car? Is that how they do it in America?

Colin: Perhaps someplace more private.

Elizabeth: Anywhere, as long as it's not that God-awful cabin.

Bo: Sit down. Did you suggest to Lexie that Isaac and J.T. were switched at birth?

Hope: Oh, Bo, come on, don't look at me like that. I didn't mean it literally. I was just -- I was just remarking on how it was all so strange that Isaac should be so healthy and that our son has so many problems. Anyway, Lexie was outraged. She completely lost it. Bo, I can't explain it, but I have a feeling that something is going on with Lexie, something that she hasn't told me. And you know what? I'm going to find out what it is. She needs me, even if she won't admit it.

Lexie: No, no, Hope is my friend, not some science experiment.

Rolf: The closer Hope comes to the truth, the greater the chance that you could lose your son. But if she becomes Gina again --

Lexie: Then what?

Rolf: Then she won't care about her child or yours. She'll be too busy running around Salem trying to get John Black in bed with her, and then you will be safe, you and Isaac.

Marlena: Tell her all she wants to know. It is the only way to protect all of us.

John: I don't believe I have ever loved you more.

Lexie: You want Hope to go after John.

Rolf: Your father wants it to distract Hope and John, to prevent them from putting the pieces together.

Lexie: To keep them from coming for my baby.

Rolf: The only way to ensure that you will keep your son is to make sure that Hope Brady is history.

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