Days of Our Lives Transcript Canada--Thursday 8/16/01; U.S.-Friday 8/17/01
Provided By Stephanie
Paul: What do you two want?
Shawn-D: We want to know what the hell you're really up to.
Philip: Yeah. No more messing around. We want the truth.
Paul: Ok, kids. You want the truth? I'll give you the truth. Keep asking me questions, and this trip's going to turn into your worst nightmare.
Julie: Don't look now, but guess who is sitting at the bar.
Alice: I know. Jack and Greta. I saw them before you did.
Julie: Well, why didn't you say something?
Alice: Oh. Because it's not my business. And yours, either.
Julie: Well, from the way they're gazing into each other's eyes, I'd say it's Jennifer's business.
Jack: So you think I'd be easy to love, huh?
Greta: And that surprises you?
Jack: I'm just not used to people having such a charitable opinion of me.
Greta: Well, charity is not involved, Jack. I think that you are -- you're nice, you're cute, you're kind, and the more time I spend with you, the more I get to know you, the more I
[Salsa music plays]
Craig: Now, that's what I like coming home to -- my beautiful little Chiquita and -- could it be?
Nancy: Margaritas. Just the way you like them -- extra lime, no salt. First we drink, then we play. El se or, la se orita. ¿Si, si?
Craig: Si, si.
Brady: Well, the special effects were cool, but can you believe that guy? Man, what a wimp.
Chloe: Brady, it was incredibly romantic. What's your problem?
Brady: Romantic? That guy was a puddle on the floor at the end, completely destroyed.
Chloe: But it was all for love.
Brady: My point exactly. Anyone dumb enough to fall for the whole love hype deserves what they get.
John's voice: Hope's being reckless. She's talking to too many people. I've got to be the one to control this thing. I've got to limit what Hope finds out about her life as Gina.
John: Damn it, what is she doing, telling Jennifer now? I'll put a stop to that.
Hope: It's not Bo's call. If I want to find out about my past, it's my decision. It's not Bo's or anyone else's.
Jennifer: Well, I know that, but you have always trusted his judgment before. What's so different about it this time?
Hope: Jenn, I can't tell you everything, but when I was Gina, I was under Stefano's control.
Jennifer: I know that, but --
John: We need to talk.
Hope: Excuse me, but I'm in the middle of a conversation with --
John: You were. It's over.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.
Craig: Mmm. Mmm. Nancy Wesley, you have not lost your touch. That margarita hit the spot.
Nancy: Oh, I'm so glad.
Nancy: How was your day at work, sweetheart?
Craig: It was fine. Why?
Nancy: Well, you know, I just -- [Nancy sighs] I'm so concerned about your work, and I just don't ever seem to have enough time to see you anymore, doing the radio show, and I never get any time to devote to the personnel department. [Nancy sighs] And you know that, um, hunky doctor, the one with the English accent? What was his name?
Craig: The one with the English accent? Hmm. What was his name? Colin Murphy?
Nancy: That's it.
Nancy: Sweetheart, I still think that he would make a great addition to the hospital staff.
Craig: Do you? Well, you know what, Mrs. Wesley? I already told you, there is not enough money in the budget to hire a new doctor.
Nancy: Well, then I think you should get rid of someone.
Craig: Why are you so hot about this...Dr. Murphy?
Nancy: Because I am a good businesswoman. Think about it, sweetheart -- all the lonely, wealthy women of Salem checking into University Hospital just so they can have a laying on of hands by the good doctor Colin Murphy.
Craig: Hmm. So let me get this straight -- this, uh, margarita and...Fetching peasant blouse was just a way to get me to enlarge my staff.
Nancy: Ha ha! Well, you know how to do what you do when you want something.
Craig: Damn straight. I got rid of Mike Horton, didn't I?
Nancy: Oh. You are a genius.
Nancy: And a genius -- a genius deserves to be...Rewarded. Ha ha ha!
Brady: Here you go.
Man: Thank you.
Brady: Thank you.
Chloe: You know, Brady, love -- the kind of love that was in that movie, the kind where a person gives everything to the relationship -- that kind of love is awesome. It's inspiring.
Brady: Ha ha ha! Oh, come on, Chloe. The so-called heroine in that movie held the guy back. Think of what he could have done without her.
Chloe: Yeah, and think about how empty the rest of his life would have been if he hadn't loved her.
Brady: And who are you to make pronouncements about the rest of anybody's life? You're all of, what, 16? And rather inexperienced.
Chloe: Oh, yeah. I forgot. You're the expert on relationships based on your experience as, what, a college dropout?
Brady: You are wrong about that movie, Chloe. I give it a big thumbs-down.
Chloe: Thumbs-up, thumbs-up. 4 stars. Chloe Lane seal of approval. That's it.
Brady: You know, that's, uh -- that's a great test, being able to argue with someone.
Chloe: Test of what?
Brady: You know what I feel like doing right now?
Julie: I am an expert on body language, grandma. I tell you, something's up with Jack and Greta.
Alice: Jennifer agrees with you.
Jack: I'm not used to people saying they like me.
Greta: Oh, are you used to people saying that they hate you?
Jack: No, no. More like insinuating remarks about my lack of employment, selfishness, general, all-around weirdness.
Greta: Right, and all that's very true, but that's no reason not to like you, Jack. Besides, you know what? You are not the only one without a job. Jennifer doesn't have a job, and I don't, either, for that matter.
Jack: But you've got an excuse. The duties of a Princess.
Greta: Oh, right, which take all of about 2 hours a week to answer letters and return phone calls.
Jack: Royalty's not all it's cracked up to be, is it? Must be tough, having all those long hours to fill with nothing but hanging out with the likes of me.
Greta: Well, I've already told you, Jack, I like the likes of you. And I can't spend 24 hours a day with you, so -- I don't know -- I get lonely from time to time.
Jack: If you need anything, as a friend, just ring me up. I'll drop everything. I mean that.
Greta: Jack? What's wrong?
Jack: It's nothing. I -- it's right here.
Greta: Oh, my God. You're grabbing your chest.
Jack: It is -- it's strange. It's, uh... It's something I never felt before, Greta.
Greta: Jack, are you having a heart attack?
Paul: You stupid punk. I agreed to stay behind on the island so I could help you.
Shawn-D: Yeah. Well, a few things just don't add up.
Paul: Like what?
Shawn-D: Like I never told you about my great-grandmother's ruby, so how'd you know about it?
Paul: You did tell me. You just don't remember. He was too busy checking out the little blonde hootchy-mama.
Shawn-D: All right. Why don't you watch it what you say about Belle, huh?
Philip: Hey, hey, relax. He's only kidding. Besides, you and Belle have kind of been wrapped up with each other. You probably did forget.
Paul: Somebody's using his head.
Shawn-D: All right. Fine. Maybe I did tell you. Why don't you tell me this? Why was your name on that first clue? Yeah. I saw it, just for a second. It said "Paul." So, you know, this makes me wonder, like, maybe you're the person who stole my great-grandmother's ruby in the first place.
Paul: Hey, come on, fellas. If I'd filched the old lady's ruby, what would I need you for? You ever think of that, huh? Why would I need the map, the clues, any of that crap?
Philip: He's right. Besides, he did save your life, Shawn. Come on.
Shawn-D: Sorry, Paul. It's just I really want to get this ruby back. If you knew my great-grandmother, you'd probably understand why. She's just -- I don't know, like, one of the world's great ladies. Just for a while, I thought you might be trying to steal that ruby from us.
Paul: Well, that'd be a neat trick since I don't have a clue where it is. And even if I did, how could I hide it from you guys? We're all stuck on this island together. Nobody leaves until we all leave, right?
Paul: So, am I in or out?
Julie: Jack actually kissed Jennifer?
Alice: Abby asked him to.
Julie: But still, he did it. Well, what kind of a kiss was it? Was it just a peck on the cheek? I mean, I kiss my drycleaner. This does not mean I'm hot for him.
Alice: I have the feeling that it was hot.
Julie: My God. And Jennifer must have been stunned. And then he said he loved her? Well, I don't know what to make of it. I mean, I really -- I really don't.
Alice: Neither does Jennifer.
Julie: Is it possible that I have misjudged Jack? Is it possible that he's not the selfish, irresponsible dreamer -- shall we say, loser? Could Jack Deveraux have changed his spots?
Jack: I am not having a heart attack. I am in shock. Not -- not physically, mentally. I find myself...Facing a somewhat terrifying, rather unusual prospect.
Greta: All right, all right, Jack. I mean...I'm still -- I'm still shaking. I thought -- I thought this was all over for you.
Jack: It is, in a way. The end of an era. I, Jack Deveraux, lifelong member of the "we be selfish" club, have articulated concern for a human, not my daughter.
Greta: Jack, come on, really.
Jack: No. Do you understand what this means? I could very possibly have turned myself into someone that Jennifer could love.
Hope: Well, this macho thing must be catching, huh? First Bo tries to tell me what to do, now it's John. Look, I know what you want to talk about, but not right now--
John: We're talking right now. Excuse us.
Hope: What? John! Don't you dare treat me this way.
John: And don't you ever try to blow me off like that.
Chloe: So, you've got a sudden urge, huh? Care to share it with me?
Brady: I hate sharing... Unless, of course, it's Chinese food. I'm talking about food here, Chloe -- specifically, a B.L.T. on whole wheat toast, side of Cole slaw at the Hudson Street Diner. You drooling yet?
Chloe: Well, if it's a B.L.T. you want, just come home with me and I'll make you one.
Brady: No, no, no, no. Chloe, a B.L.T. is sacred, all right? I mean, the lettuce has got to be fresh, tomatoes have got to be ripe, the bacon crisp, not crunchy, and the mayo is -- it can't be just any mayo. It's --
Chloe: Brady, you're worshiping a sandwich.
Brady: I can't help it if I have high standards. Heh!
Chloe: Well, if you come home with me, I promise you you won't be disappointed.
Brady: All right... But I'm not going to be happy with anything less than B.L.T. nirvana.
Chloe: Ha ha! Car's here.
Brady: Yes, it is. I'll get that for you.
Chloe: Oh, thank you.
Brady: Hop in.
Chloe: Oh, look. Your dad's over there talking to Shawn's mom.
Brady: Yeah, he is. They don't look like happy campers, do they?
Girl: Nice car.
Brady: Yeah, I like it.
Second girl: I love blue eyes.
Brady: Take care, girls.
Hope: You're making a scene.
John: Damn it, Hope. You drag Lexie into this, you're squeezing Greta for information. God only knows what you just told Jennifer --
Hope: You had your chance to tell me, and you promised you would, but so far, I've gotten nothing but a few insignificant details. Damn it, John, this is my life. I'm not going to sit around like a good little girl, waiting for you to be ready --
John: All right, I will tell you.
Hope: Oh, yeah, I've heard --
John: Will you listen to me? Look, before I make this leap of faith, you're going to promise me something.
Hope: That is so unfair. I have to make you a promise without knowing what or why?
John: That's a fact. You're going to trust me on this and you're going to make me that promise, or you're not getting anything.
Greta: Stop. I think that you're nice. I think that you're incredibly sweet.
Jack: But all the time that I'm being sweet, I'm angling for what I want. Look -- look how I got you to oversee the decoration of my house. But just right now, when I was offering to be there for you, this is the first time -- it staggers me -- this is the first time I have offered my help without expecting anything in return.
Greta: You know, if it pleases you to think that you've turned a corner, then fine, but I am happy with our friendship. I think it takes time to develop a relationship.
Jack: It takes time to develop a relationship. That's important, isn't it? I should write that down. Do you have a pen? I -- I, um --
Greta: Jack, come on, come on. Relax, relax. You're fine. You know what? You're more than fine. I think you're delightful the way you are.
Jack: But I've got a lot -- I've got a lot to learn, and you could teach me. You're a great teacher.
Greta: You need to stop worrying about how to make Jennifer happy, and maybe just start getting your life back on track.
Jack: No, that'll never work.
Brady: You know, you can't call yourself a vegetarian if you eat bacon.
Chloe: It's turkey bacon.
Brady: Oh, I see. So poultry's ok, but you shed tears over pigs and cows.
Chloe: It makes sense to me. That's all that matters.
Brady: Well, I'm glad you have a few inconsistencies. Makes you human.
Chloe: Gee, thanks.
Brady: Heh heh heh.
Chloe: Is this any kind of an example to set for an impressionable teenage girl?
Craig: I had nothing to do with this. This woman -- the minute I came in tonight -- forced me to drink that pitcher of margaritas. I swear.
Craig: I don't have to make excuses. I am married to this woman.
Chloe: I was kidding.
Craig: Good. So was I. Hi, Brady.
Brady: Hi, Dr. Wesley. Mrs. Wesley, how are you?
Chloe: Is it ok if I take Brady into the kitchen? I was going to make him one of my famous B.L.T.‘s.
Craig: It's right over there. Go right ahead. But be warned -- she uses turkey bacon.
Brady: Well, I'm always up for new experiences.
Craig: Yeah, new experiences.
Chloe: Ok, as you were, please.
Chloe: Come on.
Craig: As we were. You heard them -- as we were.
Nancy: Now she's cooking for him?
Craig: So? It's better than her moping around this place, all sad and lonely, isn't it?
Nancy: Craig, do you really think she's gotten over Philip this quickly?
Craig: Who cares? Here, have some more.
Shawn-D: We'll work with you, Paul. Only thing is I don't know how far we're going to get now that that first clue's at the bottom of the ocean.
Paul: Who says? I got the clue right here, little Buddy.
Shawn-D: How'd you get it?
Paul: I pulled the trap up and got the clue out when I saved your life.
Shawn-D: I thought I blew it. Well, read it to us and tell us what it says.
Paul: Read it yourself.
Shawn-D: "Paul, you're in the pink if you get this far. It's almost time to look for a star, but not the kind you see in the sky. Look at these numbers and you'll know why."
Philip: The map. Let's look at the map.
Shawn-D: Look, there's a star right here.
Paul: Oh, you guys are right on the money. See, I worked out the longitude between the latitude over here.
Philip: Hey, the numbers. Smart.
Paul: Yeah, see? You see the spot right out there. It's that cliff.
Philip: Whoa, that is steep.
Shawn-D: No, we can get up that, 'cause I brought my rock-climbing equipment.
Paul: It's too late to go for it today. Yeah. We'll do it first thing tomorrow morning.
Shawn-D: That's fine.
Paul: Great. You know, your great-granny's a lucky lady.
Shawn-D: Yeah, well, I'm sorry I didn't trust you, Paul.
Paul: Yeah, you can never be too careful. Your folks would be proud of you.
Shawn-D: Well, we'll see you tomorrow.
Philip: Take care.
Paul: Later. Ah, kids are too damn smart today, but they ain't got nothing on old uncle Paul. Hey, sweet thing.
Jan: Hi. I wanted to ask you a question.
Jan: Did you really mean it when you said you could get me into modeling?
Paul: Modeling first, then acting, movies --
Paul: Yeah, you got what it takes and then some. And with me behind you, baby, you will go all the way.
Greta: Ooh. That music makes me want to dance. Come on, Jack, dance with me.
Jack: Ho ho, you sure you can keep up with me? That night we danced at my house, you weren't exactly Ginger Rogers.
Greta: Yeah, well, give me another chance. Come on.
Greta: Ha ha ha!
Jack: After you.
[Slow swing music plays]
Julie: Grandma, are you sure Jack and Greta are just friends? Look at them dancing. I mean, any hotter, they'll have to get a room.
Alice: Well, don't be silly. Just because they're dancing together doesn't mean that they're hooking up.
Julie: What do you know about hooking up?
Alice: Oh, well, men and women have always wanted the same things. They just use different names today.
Julie: All right. I promise not to be judgmental about the dancing of Greta and Jack, but don't you be judgmental about my lifestyle. I am faithful to Doug. My husband is faithful to me. Of course, that doesn't mean other men aren't attracted to me.
Greta: How was that?
Jack: That was good.
Jack: Let me show you a few things here.
Greta: Ha ha! Ok. All right, Jack, you're done. You're done. No, you're done. Ha ha ha!
Man: So, uh, how about cutting a rug?
Julie: You're talking my language.
[Jitterbug music plays]
Alice: "Cut a rug." Heh heh. That belongs to my generation.
Julie: Well! Not bad for a step grandmother.
Alice: Are you sure things are all right with you and Doug?
Greta: So, that was a lot better than before, right?
Jack: It was terrific. You really threw yourself into it.
Greta: Well, thank you for dancing with me.
Julie: She's kissing him!
Hope: I can't wait to hear what this promise is.
John: Nothing complicated. Stay away from Lexie.
Hope: Lexie's my friend. I depend on her. You know what? You might as well ask me to stay away from Bo, Shawn, J.T. --
John: Deal with it. She's a DiMera. She can't be trusted.
Hope: I need my friendship with Lexie. There are things she can find out for me.
John: That's exactly what I'm talking about. We cannot trust any information that comes out of her old man.
Hope: I'll take my chances. Besides, what choice do I have, huh? You won't tell me --
John: Damn it, I just told you I would!
Hope: Yeah, but you hung a big, fat condition on it, didn't you? I want to take the information that you tell me and compare it to what Lexie finds out. Then maybe I'll get the real truth here.
John: You can't do that. I am the only one you can trust here, the only person you --
Jennifer: Listen, listen, this is not the place, ok?
Hope: I'm sorry, ok? It wasn't my idea to have this conversation. Let's just go. I need to pick up J.T. from the pub. Don't, John, don't --
John: You keep your mouth shut.
Hope: Let go of me.
John: Jennifer, you know me. You know I wouldn't act like this if I didn't have a good reason. My intention was never to hurt you, Hope... Only the opposite.
Hope: Just tell me.
John: I'll be in touch.
Jennifer: Hope, please, let me know if there's anything I can do to help.
Hope: No, there isn't, unless you know what I did as Gina. That's all I'm interested in right now -- finding out and then finally taking control of my own damn life.
Chloe: Ow! Mmm. Ouch.
Brady: What happened? Did he get you? Shall I administer first aid?
Chloe: It's ok. It's just a little bacon grease.
Brady: You'd think that turkey bacon would have better manners.
Chloe: I hope you're enjoying yourself at my expense.
Brady: Oh, I am, immensely... Although my offer still stands about the Hudson Street Diner. I mean, you wouldn't have to slave over a hot stove... No grease burns. What do
you say? Do you need a band-aid for that? Or should I just kiss your little boo-boo and
make it go bye-bye?
Chloe: It's just a very minor boo-boo. It's ok. It'll go away. Can you pass me those tomatoes, please?
Chloe: All right. I think these are done.
Brady: Look at these beauties. Been to the farmer's market.
Chloe: Give me. Thank you. So, Brady, uh, are you going back to school, or were you planning on a career as a bum?
Brady: How rude. What, are you trying to get rid of me?
Chloe: Well, I just hate to see all that potential go to waste. Isn't that what you always say to me?
Brady: If you must know, I'm thinking of enrolling at Salem.
Chloe: Hmm. I thought you were Mr. Ivy league.
Brady: Well, my dad is starting his new company, and we were thinking that if I stay in
Salem, I could work for him.
Chloe: I couldn't imagine working with Nancy. You must really like your dad.
Brady: What, are you kidding? He's a great guy. I love him.
Chloe: I've never heard you say that you love anyone before.
Shawn-D: Thinking about Chloe?
Philip: Yeah. This summer could have been so different if I hadn't been such a jerk. Speaking of jerks, Paul Garcia -- something about that guy.
Shawn-D: I thought you wanted me to cut him more slack.
Philip: Well, we need him to find the treasure, but...
Shawn-D: Well, so he's in, right, unless... I don't know, you change your mind?
Philip: Just... Well, he's got this slick "show me the money" thing going on, you know? The kind of guy who'll say anything to get his hands on your wallet or, in this case, Mrs. Horton's ruby.
Shawn-D: But he did bring up a good point. You know, even if he did want to steal the ruby, what good would it do him? I mean, we know where he works. We know who he is. So, he'd be screwed if he tried something as stupid as that.
Philip: Even so... I'm gonna keep my eye on him. I mean, I know he saved your life and all, but I still don't trust him.
Jan: Most models, like, aren't as curvy as me. Are you sure I can make it?
Paul: Girls with your shape are always in demand. I look at you and I see a star.
Jan: A star? I mean, I've always dreamed -- I always thought I could bring people pleasure.
Paul: Here. Write your address down for me, all right?
Paul: Yeah, and when the time comes, I'll set up a test shoot. And a phone number, too, babe. Dress size, measurements... So we can get the right wardrobe for you.
Jan: I am so excited!
Paul: Me, too! Soon as we get the pictures shot, oh, baby! Look at this. I know they're gonna be sizzling. Yeah. I won't have any trouble selling you to the movies. Everybody wants teenagers, the younger the better.
Jan: I mean, it's a great time to be 17 -- well, for the movies.
Paul: Hmm. Got it rough at home? Folks don't understand you?
Jan: As if they've ever even tried. I mean, they're always too busy taking some cruise or whatever to pay any attention to me.
Paul: If you were my little girl, I'd give you lots of attention.
Jan: Remember how I told you I had that totally bogus community service thing?
Paul: Yeah, right.
Jan: Well, what I didn't tell you is that I'm supposed to be scrubbing toilets. I mean, can you imagine me cleaning toilets?
Jan: Yeah. So... I was kind of thinking that maybe I'd just... You know, drop out? Bad idea?
Paul: Oh, honey, the sooner you are free and on your own, the faster I can make you the star you deserve to be.
Paul: The problem with you being such a baby...
Paul: The way you look. They'll want you for the sexy parts, and sexy today means nudity. Now, if that's a deal breaker for you, I totally understand.
Jan: Well, no, I... I mean, I -- I guess I could get into it as -- as long as the nudity was important.
Paul: Important, sure.
Jan: I mean, it would have to be part of the plot, not just there to turn people on.
Paul: Atta girl. You know, Marilyn had the same attitude, got her right to the top.
Jan: My God, I love Marilyn Monroe. She is so amazing!
Paul: Uh-huh. Yeah.
Jan: I'd love to stay and chat more about my career, but Perez and Woods have me scheduled for this water contamination project thing. I mean, hello, haven't they ever heard of bottled water? I can't wait till I can cut this so-called education loose. Oh, Paul, you wouldn't mind not telling anyone about our plans, I mean, kind of keeping it our secret? It's more exciting that way.
Paul: You got it, baby, our secret. I'm down with that.
Paul: Nicole just made that one little porn movie before she got all moral on her old man. But, Jan, baby, you're gonna pick up where Nicky left off and be even hotter. Oh, baby, you're gonna make so much money, honey. Oh!
Philip: I just wish the trip was over so I could get back to Salem. You know, maybe I'll ask woods the mainland on the motorboat.
Shawn-D: Get a grip, Phil. If you go back soon, Chloe is gonna feel like she may need to still show you how mad she is. So if you give her some time to get over it -- I mean, really get over being mad at you -- by the time you get back there, she'll really want to be back together with you.
Philip: Well, that might be true with a girl like Belle. She's normal. But with Chloe, well, there's no way to predict. I mean, what if she gets with another guy while I'm gone?
Shawn-D: Get out! She's crazy about you, man. There's no way that she'd move on to another guy.
Brady: You know, Chloe, for an opera singer, your listening isn't too good.
Chloe: Here we go again, bash Chloe's singing.
Brady: I said listening, you know, your ability to hear, your ability to hear me. I know you've heard that I love belle many times before.
Chloe: No, I haven't. I mean, I know that you love her, and I'm very touched by the way you look out for Belle, but never once in my presence have I heard you say the words, "I love her." Now, here -- your B.L.T., sir.
Brady: Oh, yes. Give me that.
Chloe: You know, Brady, it's not a work of art. You're supposed to eat it.
Brady: Cole slaw. Where's my Cole slaw? I cannot reach B.L.T. nirvana without Cole slaw!
Chloe: I forgot.
Brady: Well, go get it! Ha ha ha!
Nancy: You know what, sweetheart, I'm just gonna go out to the kitchen and have a little check on them.
Craig: No, no, no, Nancy. They're having sandwiches! We're the ones making out.
Craig: Mmm. Which has been very delightful up until this time because you have just been toying with me, and I think it's time you put out, woman. Got it?
Nancy: Got it, but I tell you what, se or.
Nancy: You have to catch me.
Craig: Wait a minute. That was unfair. You got a head start. Come --
Greta: Mrs. Horton, hi! I didn't know you were here!
Alice: Oh, yes, big band night. It's Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey, the king of swing. Tom and I used to love to dance to it.
Greta: Yeah. I love it, too. I'm actually here with Jack, and, uh, he's giving me some private lessons, and I seem to be getting the hang of it.
Alice: Are you and Jack still just best friends?
Greta: Yeah, we're just friends, but, um, you know, we've been spending some time together, so...Who knows?
Greta: Well, I got to run, ok? So, it was nice seeing you.
Alice: Good-bye, dear.
Greta: Bye. Take care.
Alice: Oh, Jennifer... It may already be too late.
Hope: Talking about taking control in one's life, isn't it time you took some action in your life?
Jennifer: You mean Jack?
Hope: Yeah. Jenn, I know you're conflicted about this. Then again, why wouldn't you be? I mean, sometimes you feel like things could never work out between you, and then there are other times, like when he saved your life, that you see the possibility that he's changed.
Jennifer: Yes, but I don't want that pressure right now, Hope.
Hope: Oh, sweetie, I -- I don't -- I don't mean to do that. I'm just trying to point out that he's not going to hang around on the back burner forever, which means if you don't make a move soon, you could end up as a guest at his wedding... To someone else.
Gina: To us.
John: To us.
John: So, how am I gonna tell her? She's gonna find out. She's not gonna give up. Well, at least with me, she'll be hearing it from somebody who really loved her... Oh... Who loved
Gina. Gina, Gina. God, I did love Gina. So, all right, John. How did it all start? And when it started, just how long were you involved? Damn it! See, I don't even have all the answers!