Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 8/10/01--Canada; Monday 8/13/01--USA
Provided By Stephanie
Hope: John told me that you know he's J.T.'s father.
Hope: My God, Lexie. I mean you claim to be my friend, and you never said a word, did you? We were just talking about who J.T.'s father might be, and you acted like you had no idea at all. So you tell me -- why should I believe or trust anything you ever have to say to me again?
Lexie: Hope, listen. Did it ever occur to you that maybe John asked me not to say anything?
John: Hello, ladies. Everything all right here?
Lexie: John. Let's see what John has to say.
Chloe: Ahem. (Piano music playing] on fe sincera la --
Chloe: Is there a problem?
Brady: Yes. That sucked.
Chloe: You arrogant creep.
Brady: Chloe, it is astounding to me that you can't sense what you're doing wrong.
Chloe: I hit every note precisely and perfectly.
Brady: Yes. Yes, you did but completely without feeling. Chloe, you have to connect to the emotional life of the character.
Chloe: I haven't lived her life. How can I connect to it?
Brady: Yes, you have. You just don't want to connect to it, but I'm gonna make it safe for you to do that, ok?
Chloe: Well, maybe you can't teach me. Maybe you need to show me.
Brady: You want me to show you?
Chloe: That is, of course, if you can.
Brady: Oh, I know I can.
Ms. Perez: All right, everyone. Good job today. Everything we've collected, let's put it into this basket here. Good. Great.
Jason: All right, everybody. Heads up. Nothing but net. Oh, yeah. Woo!
Mr. Woods: Jan, do you have anything to share with the group?
Shawn-D: Wow. That's great. So, Mr. Woods, do you think it's ok to swim before lunch?
Philip: Oh, yeah. It's hot.
Mr. Woods: But be back in 40 minutes if you want anything to eat.
Shawn-D: All right.
Belle: Thank you.
Shawn-D: You got it.
Philip: Yeah. This looks like a good spot.
Shawn-D: Oh, yeah. Well, you know, it won't be long now. If things go the way I hope, end of today, I should have my great-grandmother's ruby back.
Belle: I cannot wait to see the look on her face when you give it to her.
Paul: Sorry, kids, but grandma's never gonna see that ruby again. Come to think of it, she might never see any of you again, either.
Penelope: Let me guess -- guacamole?
Susan: Nope. Oh. Ms. Perez, do you think I could have an egg, I mean, if there's enough?
Ms. Perez: Oh, yeah. We've got plenty. Let me just go grab one from the supply box.
Penelope: You on some kind of new-age health kick? Avocado and a raw egg?
Jan: Health kick. Yeah, right. I mean, everyone knows an avocado is, like, the most fattening thing you could eat. You know what they say. "Once through the lips, forever on the hips," but in your case, it's the hips, the thighs, the stomach... Yuck! So disgusting.
Susan: You want to see disgusting? Just wait until school starts and you're cleaning out the toilets in the girls locker room.
Jan: What did you just say?
Susan: You heard me.
Jan: Hmm. Defensive. Hmm. Girl does have a spine after all.
Susan: That's right, and you better stop with the fat jokes, or you're gonna be doing a whole lot more than just cleaning those toilets. You're gonna be swimming in them.
Philip: Come on, Belle. Let's go. Don't you think you've put enough of that gunk on yourself?
Belle: You never can be too careful, Philip.
Paul: Buenos dias, mates. You kids want to get this party started? Boat's prepped and ready to go.
Shawn-D: Well, we can't go yet.
Philip: Yeah. We promised Mr. Woods we'd be back for lunch.
Paul: So how long are we talking here?
Shawn-D: Um, well, what do you say we meet you in the cove in about an hour? Is that cool?
Paul: Sounds like a plan.
Belle: Ok. Well, let's go.
Philip: Let's go.
Paul: You kids better not be trying to pull a fast one on me. If Uncle Paulie finds out you went looking for that ruby on your own, there's gonna be hell to pay.
Philip: You know, we don't really need this guy tagging along, do we? I say we give him the old hasta la vista, baby. Ha ha!
John: Well, will somebody tell me what's going on?
Lexie: John, when you told Hope that I found out that you were J.T.'s father, you did tell her that you asked me not to say anything, didn't you?
John: I don't think I did, no.
Hope: Lexie, I'm so sorry. I never should have accused you of lying.
Lexie: It's ok.
Hope: No, I should have known better.
Lexie: I'm glad we have this all cleared up. Hope, the last thing I want is for my best friend to be angry with me.
Hope: Lex, you mean so much to me. I'm sorry.
Lexie: Oh, sweetie. It's ok.
John: Looks like I got here just in time, huh? Ho! Whoa! I'm either gonna have to start doing some more pushups or you're getting bigger every time I see you.
Hope: Can you believe he's grown three sizes since the beginning of the year?
John: Yes, I do.
Hope: Well, he's having a hard time keeping up with you, big guy.
John: Hey, buddy.
Hope: Yes, he is.
John: Hey, buddy. Look at you. Oh, you're getting so big.
Hope: Lexie, what is it? What's wrong?
Lexie: Oh, nothing. It's just seeing the three of you together -- it's like a family. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, no. What are you doing? Why won't you let John hold his son?
Hope: Would you please keep your voice down?
Lexie: I'm sorry.
Hope: I know how difficult it is for John spending time with J.T., but that's the way it's got to be, ok? Besides, we have an agreement. Bo is J.T.'s father. End of story. That's it, ok?
Hope: Hey, you want to hear the good news?
John: Good news?
Hope: Yeah. Lexie has agreed to help me find out about my past.
John: She what?
Hope: She's gonna talk to Stefano, see what she can learn about my life as Gina.
John: No, she's not. DiMera is staying out of this.
Hope: If Stefano remembers more about my past than you do, then I really don't see what the problem is.
John: The problem is obvious. You can't trust the man.
Lexie: John, look. I know how you feel about my father, but maybe he knows of a way to help Hope remember on her own.
John: Absolutely not. There's no way in hell you will ever get a straight answer out of your old man.
Chloe: How'd you do that?
Brady: Do what?
Chloe: Come on, Brady. Tell me.
Brady: Oh, this? This is just a little trick I learned at school.
Chloe: Show me.
Brady: No, it's just a quarter, nothing you haven't seen before.
Chloe: Come on. Show me the coin.
Brady: Whoa! Ha ha! Oh, ha ha!
Chloe: Come on. Hand it over.
Chloe: Where did it go?
Brady: I don't know, but you know what? Maybe he knows. Let's find out.
Chloe: Ha ha! Ok. Bravo. Impressive.
Brady: Oh. My little friend, take a good look. This is Chloe Lane. She's gonna be a big star one day. Ha ha!
Chloe: Doesn't Belle have one just like that?
Brady: Yeah. I gave it to her one year for her birthday. Here.
Chloe: There's something so warm and comforting about teddy bears. I remember when I was little, my mom sometimes took me to the mall with her, and I'll never forget this one day when we were walking by this toy store, and I saw the most beautiful stuffed bear staring back at me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I begged my mom to buy that for me. She said, "absolutely not, Chloe. Toys like that only breed germs, and if you let other kids play with it, you'll wind up getting sick." And that made me so angry. All the other kids had stuffed animals. Their moms didn't care, but my mom, she was older, just different. And later that night, my mom and dad had this huge argument over the whole thing. At least, I think that's what they were fighting about. Sometimes it was hard to tell.
Brady: How old were you when they died?
Brady: How old?
Chloe: Look. I don't want to talk about them anymore.
Brady: Chloe, we're not talking about them. We're talking about you.
Jason: Jan, be careful. You are on probation.
Jan: What are you trying to do, Jason, earn yourself a merit badge for good citizenship?
Susan: Why don't you take your boyfriend's advice?
Jan: Why don't you shut your trap?
Susan: Didn't you hear one word Chloe said in that courtroom?
Jan: Ha! Don't even get me started on her. That girl should be kissing my feet. Thanks to me, she could have gotten herself a hot spread in Maxim, but no. She had to go and screw everything up.
Ms. Perez: Jan.
Jan: Ms. Perez.
Ms. Perez: I am warning you, Jan. I am under strict orders to keep an eye on both you and
Mimi. That Judge is expecting a full report when we get back to Salem, and I intend on doing so. You got it?
Mimi: I didn't say anything.
Ms. Perez: I know that, Mimi, but I advise you to watch your step, too. Understood?
Mimi: I'm never going to do anything wrong again ever. I just want to make it to graduation.
Philip: This Paul guy, he's only gonna be getting in the way, right?
Shawn-D: Well, he does know his way around the island.
Belle: And the way he's been talking, this island could be pretty dangerous, so maybe we should keep him around to protect us.
Shawn-D: From what, Belle? I mean, it's not like long John Silver and his band of pirates are gonna come and take us captive or anything. He's just doing that to scare you, that's all.
Belle: Well, I'm not scared. I'm not!
Shawn-D: What was that for?
Belle: Like you don't know.
Shawn-D: Oh, ok. Then this is war.
Belle: Oh! Shawn!
Shawn-D: Ha ha! Come on. Give it your best shot.
Belle: Stop it!
Shawn-D: That's all you got?
Belle: Hey, hey, hey.
Belle: Where did Philip go?
Belle: That is not funny, guys. No way! Two against one. Hey. Hey, there's Mimi. Mimi!
Mimi, over here! Come in. You have to help me keep these immature children under control. Aah! See what I mean?
Shawn-D: Hey, Mimi, are you gonna come in, or are you too afraid to get your hair wet?
Philip: Oh, Belle. I think she means business. I think she means business.
Belle: Mimi, come on, please. It's really warm.
Mimi: I'm coming. I'm coming.
Belle: Come on, Mimi! Hurry up! You're going to see, the water is a perfect temperature.
Belle: Ha ha ha! Whoo! See? Now, show me that famous Mimi Lockhart breaststroke. Ha ha ha ha! 2004, Athens. You'll be ready to take the gold.
Mimi: Oh, I'm so glad you're away from that Jan. She's driving me n --
Belle: What happened now?
Mimi: No, I'm not going to talk about her. Not on my down time. Let's go see the guys.
Ms. Perez: There's someone here I think you owe an apology to, Jan.
Jan: You don't expect me to apologize to her.
Jan: I'm sorry, gigan --
Ms. Perez: Jan.
Jan: Susan. I am sorry, Susan.
Susan: Don't...Let it happen again.
Jan: Put a cork in it, you --
Ms. Perez: Hey, everybody's happy now. Isn't that right, Jan, hmm?
Jan: Yeah, Ms. Perez.
Ms. Perez: Good. Here's your egg, sweetie.
Susan: Come on. Let's add the egg to this mixture and see what we got.
Philip: Hey, who's up for a game of Marco Polo?
Belle: Here? Isn't that a lot easier to play in a pool? Besides, it's a little deep out here.
Shawn-D: All right, Belle. Come here.
Shawn-D: I'm not hurting you, am I?
Belle: No, it's fine, really.
Mimi: Oh, my God. I just remembered, I totally forgot to put on sunscreen and I am so going to fry. Uh, Belle, would you mind if I borrowed yours?
Belle: Yeah, you know what? I'll help you with that, ok?
Mimi: Ok, thanks.
Susan: This stuff is going to make your skin positively glow. The avocado, of course, will moisturize... The egg will, uh, tighten and firm, and I've added just a touch of aloe to protect your skin from sun damage. That, along with my special ingredient, will leave you feeling like a brand-new woman.
Penelope: It better work, or I'll sue your company.
Susan: Deal. At least you believe I'll have a company...Someday.
Jan: That's a nice look there for you, shy girl. Ha ha. So...What is this I hear about a company?
Susan: Not that you'd understand, Jan, but I actually have a plan for my future. Unlike some people, my life doesn't revolve around cheerleading and hanging out at the mall.
Jan: Mmm. All this from a girl whose idea of fun is memorizing the periodic table of elements.
Susan: For your information, I'm not the only one that has goals and dreams. Kevin and I, we always talk --
Jan: We? Mmm! So, just how close are you two?
Susan: Always looking to start trouble, aren't you, Jan?
Jan: You're the one that dragged nerd boy into this.
Susan: Just wait. 10 years from now, after you've made a career out of scrubbing toilets, I'll be the C.E.O. of my own cosmetics company.
Jan: Hmm! You -- cosmetics? Ha ha. Well, you know, maybe someday you can invent this miracle cream for stretch marks.
Susan: Be careful, Jan. You're still on probation.
Jan: You're the one that needs to be careful --
Jason: Come on, come on.
Penelope: She's going to get back at you, Susan. I know she is.
Susan: Just let her try.
Jason: Don't you see what this girl's doing? She's playing you, and you're totally falling for it.
Jan: It's time I teach that bitch a lesson.
Jason: Oh, yeah, I've heard this before. You said that about Chloe, and look where it got you.
Jan: Go bother somebody else, ok, Jason?
Paul: Sounds like you've got some problems.
Philip: Dude, you are pathetic, man!
Shawn-D: What are you talking about?
Philip: For, like, the past year, you've been making fun of me because I've been in love with Chloe. Now you've had one date with Belle -- one date, and you're like, "oh, gee,
Belle. Oh, may I help you? Oh! Where were your hands, anyway?
Shawn-D: All right, you know what? Get your mind out of the gutter, all right? You heard. She couldn't touch the bottom. I was just trying to help her.
Philip: Dude, you've got so much to learn, man.
Shawn-D: Yeah, well, what are you making such a big deal out of this for? And you know what? Since when did you become the expert on relationships?
Philip: Look, I just don't want you to lose a good thing, ok? I mean, maybe you were just trying to help Belle, but it embarrassed her. That's why she bolted back to shore.
Belle: 30 or 45?
Mimi: I don't really need sunscreen, Belle.
Belle: Then why did you say that --
Mimi: You were dying for an excuse to get out of the water. Admit it.
Belle: How could you tell?
Mimi: How could I not tell? But what I don't understand is why. I mean, here you are, practically naked on this romantic tropical island with Shawn Brady. Hello? Isn't this what you've been dreaming about for, like, ever?
Belle: First of all, we were not practically naked. And second, having an audience, in my opinion, is not romantic. It was --
Belle: Yeah, sort of.
Mimi: Wait a minute. He tried something, didn't he? I mean, I couldn't see where his hands were the whole time --
Mimi: Humor me, Belle. I'm living vicariously here.
Belle: Oh! It's just...Shawn has known me practically my whole life, and now he's starting to act like my boyfriend, and it... It feels a little weird.
Mimi: Are we talking about a good weird or a bad weird?
Belle: Definitely a good weird.
Mimi: So...You liked it.
Belle: Yeah, but... I don't know. Last night, when we were alone together, it was... Kind of different.
Mimi: Details, Belle, details.
Belle: Last night, for the first time, Shawn kissed me.
Mimi: Aah! Ha ha ha! Aah!
Lexie: John, my father isn't the monster everyone makes him out to be. You know, he's always spoken of you with respect.
Lexie: Yeah, and, Hope, look, I know that the Brady's have this deep-seated hatred for my father, but honestly, he has never said anything disparaging about you.
John: Will you get to the point?
Lexie: Ok. Let's say I did get in touch with my father. He has connections all over the world. Perhaps there's some doctor he knows of -- someone who can help restore Hope's memories of her life as Gina.
Hope: It's worth a shot --
John: Damn it, Lexie, I'm warning you. You stay the hell out of this!
Susan: Ok. It's coming along nicely. It looks good.
Penelope: Can I take this stuff off yet?
Susan: To get the best results, you should really leave it on about half an hour.
Penelope: Half an hour? But what if Kevin sees me like this?
Susan: Relax, pen. Nobody cares. We're in island mode now. Total kick-back.
Georgia: Hey, Susan, does that stuff really work?
Susan: I swear by it.
Cynthia: Maybe later you could mix some up for me.
Paul: So you got yourself in some trouble, huh?
Jan: Yeah, at school. I swear, you pull one little prank, and everyone goes ballistic.
Paul: Well, how bad was it?
Jan: It was nothing. All I did was videotape some girl in the shower and post it on the internet.
Paul: Ho ho! You did what?
Jan: She deserved it.
Paul: Yeah, and she probably freaked out over that, huh?
Jan: Yeah. She was a little surprised. So was everyone else. Now I got this dumb community service to do. So much for the high-school glory days. Senior year is going to be hell.
Paul: High school? Now, you got to be kidding. I could have sworn you were a college co-ed.
Jan: Yeah, I get that a lot. I guess I'm just mature for my age.
Paul: Mm-hmm. So, what are your plans after graduation?
Jan: Please. Like that's even crossed my mind.
Paul: Well, my offer still stands, you know. In fact, maybe you should ditch senior year altogether, jump-start that modeling career.
Brady: How old were you, Chloe, when they died?
Chloe: I was 10. Look, why don't we get back to my singing -- about how little my heart is and how big my voice is?
Brady: How did they die, Chloe? Tell me.
Chloe: In a car accident. I was at home on a Saturday night with a baby-sitter. And then the police came by to break the news... And later realized that I didn't have any other relatives, so I was shipped off to a foster home...And then another and another and so on... Until the ripe old age of 15, when I was finally stuck in an orphanage. And then, like a fairy tale, my dear, loving biological mother came to rescue me. So here I am, almost two years later, living happily ever after.
Brady: Which one of your adoptive parents loved you?
Chloe: What do you mean? They both wanted me.
Brady: No, no, no, no. Which one loved you?
Chloe: My father. Look, Brady, this is really hard for me to talk about.
Brady: I know, I know, but it's what's best. So tell me, Chloe, what happened the day they died?
Shawn-D: Man, I did not embarrass Belle. You heard Mimi. She just needed to borrow some sunscreen.
Philip: Dude, deal with it. She couldn't get away from you fast enough. Man, you screwed up big time. Your love life is already on the rocks.
Shawn-D: All right, well, hold on. Since when did I say I ever felt that way about Belle?
Philip: Heh heh heh.
Shawn-D: What? You know what? I'm going in. We need to get some food. Come on.
Philip: "Oh, Shawn! Help me! I can't touch the bottom! Oh, I'm in trouble!"
Shawn-D: Oh, dude!
Mimi: I can't believe he kissed you! Were you just dying? What was it like?
Belle: It was incredible. I've never been kissed like that before.
Mimi: Hey, remember the summer before sixth grade at Kelly King's pool party?
Belle: How could I forget? That was our first boy/girl party, wasn't it? That wasn't the time that we --
Mimi: Snuck behind the bushes with Derek and Steve.
Belle: Oh, my gosh. We thought we were so cool, messing around with those guys -- "experimenting."
Mimi: Yes, but those were just quick pecks on the lips with our mouths closed. No comparison to Shawn, I'm sure. So tell me, how far did you guys go, anyhow?
Belle: We just kissed. That was it.
Mimi: Come on, Belle. This is me you're talking to. I thought we had that lifelong pact that we would tell each other these things -- every juicy detail. So spill it, sister. Oh. I get it. You're still mad at me for everything that happened with Chloe, huh?
Belle: No, no, Mimi. That's not it. It's just...I don't know. I kind of feel like I shouldn't be talking about it. It almost feels like it just happened. It's really private.
Mimi: Why is it private? I don't get it.
Belle: You will when it happens to you. Shawn and I kind of have this understanding without saying it. Don't get me wrong, but there might be certain things we do together that we want to keep to ourselves and no one will ever know. No one.
Hope: What has gotten into you? Why are you yelling at Lexie?
Lexie: Hope, it's ok.
Hope: No. No, it is not. She's trying to help me here. She's doing me a favor.
John: Yeah. You're right. I'm sorry. I apologize, Lexie. I should not have raised my voice.
Lexie: It's ok. I kind of feel like I'm the one who should be apologizing. Look, I certainly didn't mean to upset anyone, ok? I-I just want to help.
Hope: Of course you do.
John: Would you mind giving hope and me a minute alone, please?
Lexie: Sure. Um, I have to go to Baron's anyway. Hope, call me during the week, ok? Maybe we can get the boys together, have some lunch.
Hope: Sounds like a plan.
Hope: Lex, I'm sorry.
Lexie: Oh, don't even think about it. Love you.
Hope: Thanks for your help.
Hope: Love you, too.
John: What the hell's the matter with you, anyway? She's the last person you should be going to for help.
Hope: Why are you carrying on like this?
John: I told you I'd help you, didn't I? You don't have to go to her.
Hope: Lexie happens to be one of my dearest friends.
John: Yeah. She's changed. She's not the same. It's like she's being controlled by Stefano.
Hope: Stop it. You know, that is ridiculous, ok? Lexie is not being controlled by Stefano. She doesn't even know where he is. You know what, John? You're getting bent all out of shape over nothing, because Lexie would never hurt me.
John: Not intentionally, no. But Stefano--he doesn't give a damn if he hurts you or not, and he will use his daughter to get you exactly where he wants you. And I'm telling you, don't talk to her about this any more.
Susan: Not only does it rejuvenate, it exfoliates, too. Just remember, when you wash it off, girls, tepid water.
Penelope: Speaking of washing it off...
Mia: You really know a lot about this stuff, huh?
Cynthia: Yeah. How'd you get so interested in this, anyways?
Susan: Well, there are a lot of young women who don't like the way they look. My goal for this company is not to change, but to enhance who we are.
Penelope: Oh, my God.
Kevin: What's that on your face?
Paul: Look, I know it's not polite to ask a lady her age --
Jan: I'm 17.
Paul: Hmm. So in a year, you'll be legal.
Jan: Please. I've been legal since I was, like, 12.
Paul: I'll bet you have. Look, about this modeling thing, I know you probably want to give it some more thought, but I really believe it would be a smart move. I mean, you've definitely got the look, and if I, you know, hook you up with the right people, pull some strings, we're talking mucho dinero.
Jan: Oh. Now I get it. So, what's your cut? 30, 40%?
Paul: Try zero.
Jan: You mean you --
Paul: It'll be all yours, baby, every last cent.
Jan: But why? I mean, there's got to be some sort of catch.
Paul: I don't like to advertise this, but let's just say my bank account is pretty healthy.
Jan: Really? Like, how healthy?
Paul: Ballpark? One mil. That's just between you and me, of course.
Jan: Of course. You've given me a lot to think about. Could I get back to you?
Paul: Not a problem.
Chloe: Look, I don't want you to get me wrong or anything. My parents were both very good to me. I had nice clothes, went to a good school. I had friends. I can't complain. But as time wore on, I definitely became daddy's little girl. We were inseparable. We told each other everything. He even confided in me that he had had his heart set on adopting a son. But the day that his little Chloe arrived instead, the house was filled with sunshine. He had no regrets.
Brady: So things were good then.
Chloe: For a while. Till my mother started to resent the fact that I was there. I overheard them arguing one night. They didn't think that I was listening. But my mom was really upset. She accused my dad of spending all of his time with me. And from there on, I saw less and less of my father. They started going out a lot more, just the two of them, and they would leave me at home with baby-sitters. Like that Saturday night.
Brady: Come on, Chloe. Tell me what happened.
Chloe: My mom had made dinner reservations at this fancy new restaurant that she was dying to go to. And my dad, he really wanted to take me. But she made some excuse. I don't know, something like they only had reservations for two and that this restaurant wasn't a place for children. I could tell my dad wasn't happy about it, but he wanted to avoid a confrontation. As they were leaving, I really wanted to hug my dad good-bye.
Chloe: But I never got the chance. I never got the chance.
Kevin: Very interesting. Very interesting indeed. That looks to me like avocado, nature's recipe for nourishing and moisturizing the skin. Whose work is this?
Mia: Susan did it.
Kevin: Hmm. Brilliant.
Susan: Thank you.
Kevin: How long has it been on?
Susan: Uh, about 15 or 20 minutes.
Kevin: In order to reap full benefits, might I recommend 30?
Susan: My thoughts exactly.
Kevin: By the way, Penelope, you make a lovely model.
Penelope: I-I got to go.
Kevin: Looks like you need a new spokesperson. I hear Kermit the frog is easy to work
with. He certainly has the right pigment.
Cynthia: Stop it.
Belle: Come on, you guys. We promised we'd be back for lunch.
Shawn-D: Belle's right. Race you to the shore?
Philip: You're on.
Mimi: Looks like Philip's back to normal. Didn't take him long to get de-Chloe-ized.
Belle: Yeah, he seems a lot better.
Belle: Ok, who won?
Both: I did.
Philip: Hey, it wasn't even close.
Shawn-D: You would know, because you were so far behind me.
Paul: Hey, I thought you kids were going to have some lunch and meet me at the cove.
Shawn-D: Yeah. We're on our way now.
Paul: Well, make it quick. I don't have all day.
Philip: No problem.
Paul: And the ladies stay here. Only the guys are coming with me.
Belle: No way. We're going, too.
Paul: I said you're staying here, comprende?
Shawn-D: Yeah. Look, don't worry about him. He's probably just upset because we kept him waiting, all right? Come on. Let's go.
Belle: We'll get your stuff, you guys.
Shawn-D: Thank you.
Belle: Mimi, that guy is so creepy.
Paul: Damn that Buddy and his stupid riddles. When I finally get my hands on those jewels, it'll be adios to Buddy...And to those damn kids.
Brady: Hey, here. Take this. All right, Chloe. Tell me. Why didn't you get to hug your dad good-bye?
Chloe: My mom was in a hurry. She was afraid that if they were late, the restaurant would give up their table. So she grabbed his hand and rushed out the door. And I remember standing there in the screen door, watching. The sun was going down, and the streetlights were just coming on.
Chloe: And when he helped my mother get into the car... He looked back at me. My dad looked back at me, and he mouthed the words "I love you." And that was it. That was the last time I ever saw him.
Brady: Chloe --
Chloe: So now do you understand, Brady... Why I never want to sing it... And why I never want to feel it again?
Brady: Chloe, from the first time I saw you, from the first time we looked into each other's eyes... I knew we were connected.
Lexie: My father warned me about John. And he was right. I have to watch my step.
Lexie: I've got to talk to you, father. Maybe it's time for you to come back to Salem.
Hope: I don't want to discuss this anymore. If I want to talk to Lexie, I'll talk to Lexie. I don't need your permission.
Hope: Now if you'll excuse us, we need to go.
John: I'm warning you. If you keep pushing this with Lexie, you may very well destroy both of us.