Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 9/26/01
Provided By Stephanie
Greta: Mmm. Mm-hmm.
[Knock on door]
Jack: Let me in!
Jack: Ok. Open sesame.
Greta: What on earth?
Jack: Ohh. Oh. Can I come in?
Greta: Have you been drinking?
Jack: Took a bath in some gin.
Greta: Please tell me you didn't drive over here.
Jack: Took a smart taxi. A smart Princess would let me in.
Greta: All right. Up we go.
Jack: Thank you. Bless you. I'm just gonna --
Greta: What happened to you?
Jack: Oh. Ohh. Oh. I proposed to Jennifer, and she said no.
Lexie: And look. He has a bag that goes, "quack, quack, quack." It goes "quack, quack, quack."
Lexie: Oh, my goodness. We've got company. Wonder who's come to see us, huh? Yeah? Let's go find out. Want to go find out? Ok. We'll see who's at the door. Ok? Come on, sweetness.
Lexie: Brandon. What are you doing here? What's wrong?
Rolf: Ah, Bart! Please try to keep it down. Can't you see I am working here?
Bart: Work, work, work -- that's all you ever do, Rolfski. You ought to think about taking life easy once in a while.
Rolf: How can I take things easy when I have to perfect a way for Hope to remember her life as Gina? Hmm? [Slurps] ohh.
Shawn: Well, where's my beautiful daughter-in-law, huh?
Bo: Probably investigating her past, pop.
Shawn: Hmm. Investigating, eh?
Bo: Uh-huh. She's looking into her past, and I'm not giving her a hard time about it, the way you're stonewalling me about our family's past in Ireland. [Laughing]
Jennifer's voice: Did I do the wrong thing, turning down Jack's proposal?
Shawn: We'll have no more talk of Ireland or investigations.
Bo: I'm not a kid you can tell to shut up, pop.
Shawn: It is for your own good as well as for the good of our family that I'm asking you to drop it. Now drop it!
Hope: Bo, come here. Ooh, I need a hug right now. Mmm.
Rolf: Yes. This is highly delicate work, Bart.
Bart: Oh, I'll say.
Rolf: I must activate memories from the persona of Gina, a human being who is no longer with us, and I must refine the transfer process of those memories into Hope's brain without arousing the suspicions of her husband.
Bart: Oh, husbands are the worst. They always show up when you least expect it, sneaky devils.
Rolf: In this case, Bo and Hope will both be in the house, attending Alexandra's party in Hope's honor. Who knows? They may even be dancing when I flip the switch which will enable Gina's memories to pour into Hope's consciousness. However, if I mess up this transformation, Stefano will kill me. I will be one dead duck if Hope's persona is lost or in any way permanently altered.
Bart: Don't alter a thing. That's my advice. Leave everything just the way it is, baby.
Rolf: Haven't you been listening? I just told you -- ahh. I am trying to make scientific history here, you -- you perverted idiot.
Bart: Well, I'm trying to make scientific history with miss October.
Rolf: Ah, you -- this is -- is junk.
Bart: Ow! That hurts.
Rolf: I don't care. It's junk. Ah!
Brandon: I got Isaac a present.
Lexie: Well, Brandon, he's a year old, and --
Brandon: Well, it's about mommies and how they'll always be there for their babies.
Brandon: Look, Isaac. Look. It's got beautiful pictures. See all the mommies taking care of their babies, just like your mommy takes care of you? You've got the best mom, Isaac, a real winner. She's always gonna be there for you.
Lexie: Thank you. We have such a good friend in Brandon, you know that? We are so lucky that he's in our lives. And, you know what, why are we standing here at the front door? Come on in.
Brandon: I don't know.
Lexie: I was just, uh, about to put Isaac into his bath, but, uh, now that you're here, I want to talk to you about something. Um, Eliana? Uh, sweetheart, guess what. Guess what. You're gonna go splash, splash, splash in the bath, bath, bath, and splash, splash, splash, and when you're all squeaky-clean, I'm gonna come up to you and I'm gonna read to you from this little bitty book right here that Brandon brought you. How about that, huh? Yeah? If I can get through it without crying. I've been so emotional lately.
Eliana: Yes, Mrs. Carver?
Lexie: Oh, would you give Isaac his bath, please?
Lexie: Ok. Go to Eliana, sweetheart.
Eliana: Good boy.
Lexie: And when you're finished, I'll come up to your room and read to you from the book, ok? All right, sweetheart?
Eliana: Say "ok."
Lexie: It's ok. Ok. And put him in the yellow jumper, that little sleeper thing that I just bought for him, ok?
Eliana: Oh, yes, ma'am.
Lexie: Ok. Isaac, bye, sweetheart. Bye, my little sweetheart. Where's my little kiss? Mommy loves you.
Lexie: Brandon, keeping this secret is the toughest thing Iíve ever done. Thank God for you. You just don't know what a relief it is to be with someone who knows that Isaac is really Hope's baby.
Jennifer's voice: I made the right choice. I mean, life can't just be fun and games all the time, and Jack doesn't understand that. So there's no way I can marry him.
Abby: Is daddy in the kitchen getting some ice cream?
Jennifer: No, baby, daddy's not home yet.
Abby: Will he be home soon?
Jennifer: I hope so. Yeah. I don't know, though. After turning down his proposal, who knows what time he'll be home?
Abby: Mommy, are you talking to yourself?
Jennifer: Oh, I guess so. I'm sorry.
Abby: You do that a lot.
Jennifer: I -- yeah, I guess I do. It helps me figure stuff out. Here. Have some popcorn.
Abby: Stuff about you and daddy?
Jennifer: Hey, I thought you loved that show.
Abby: I do, but we need to have a serious talk.
Jennifer: I see, and where did you learn about serious talks?
Abby: It's what you say to daddy when he's being silly and you get mad at him.
Jennifer: Does that mean you're mad at mommy?
Abby: No way. I just wanted to say thank you.
Jennifer: Oh, well, honey, if you're saying thank you for the popcorn, it's my pleasure, really.
Abby: Popcorn's just part of it, mommy. I wanted to say thank you for letting me and daddy and you live all in the same house. It really, really makes me happy.
Greta: I'm not sure what you expected, Jack.
Jack: "Yes" would have been nice.
Greta: For you, maybe. I mean, I don't want to hurt your feelings, Jack, but if Jennifer were to marry you, what's in it for her except a lot of laughs? You're gay, Jack.
Jack: That's the last thing I am!
Greta: Oh, so you're in denial again.
Jack: No, she is! She's denying our best chance at happiness!
Greta: Ok, Jack. What are you saying? That you've been lying to me this whole time? Because I swear, if you've been making a fool of me... You told me that you were gay. So are you or aren't you? And don't lay some lame joke on me like "only your hairdresser knows for sure." You led me to believe the reason you weren't attracted to me romantically is because you're not of the persuasion that's attracted to females, and now you drop this bombshell on me and tell me that you're not gay! What's going on, Jack? What kind of game are you playing with me now?
Greta: You can't hide from this one, Jack. It's big. Gay or straight is about as big as you get. Look, you say you're my friend. So how can you make this huge confession to me and then turn around and tell me that you're not gay after all?
Jack: This time, Greta wants me. That should be a real nice change. Oh! Oh, oh, you mean that kind of gay? I thought you meant gay in the classic sense -- you know, gay blade, young and gay, you know, happy. Well, I'm not. I don't think I'll ever be that kind of gay again.
Greta: And I don't know if I'll ever believe you again about anything.
Jack: No, no, no. You misunderstand me. It's -- it's the words, it's -- they just get in the way of communication.
Greta: Words seem to work just fine for other people, but, you know, other people aren't trying to scam their way through life.
Jack: Is that what you think? I came over here with my heart broken because Jennifer turned me down. My spirit's shattered, and you give me a hard time. What kind of a friend is that?
Greta: For the last time, Jack, are you homosexual, or aren't you? Because if you aren't, then you've been playing some sort of sick game with my feelings, and if you are, I don't know why you would be surprised if Jennifer didn't want round two at a sexless marriage.
Jack: Sexless? No, no, no, no. What gave you any idea it was sexless? I mean, there was Abigail.
Greta: Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that. Have you just recently discovered your true nature, or were you faking it all those years with Jennifer?
Jack: Faking it? No, no, no. Men can't fake it. Men have got to deliver the goods, and I assure you, I delivered.
Greta: So your sexual orientation has just recently changed?
Jack: No, no. I am saying to you that I am miserable because I keep trying to put different parts of my life together and they just won't go.
Greta: Well, maybe that's the universe trying to tell you that you've been barking up the wrong tree, Jack. Look, ahem, I'm sure Jennifer cares about you, but if she wants to have more children, Jack, she would be crazy to marry you.
Jack: No, no, she won't be crazy.
Greta: You know, I don't see where you get off expecting her to make such a huge sacrifice. Why would she want to marry a man that's attracted to other men? Are you insane?
Jack: No, no, but I am on my way. Oh!
Greta: I will tell you what you are. You are selfish, Jack.
Jack: You know, you said that to me before, and it still cuts me to the quick.
Greta: Really? Well, it should hurt the most selfish man in the world.
Jack: Here I am, thinking I was being unselfish. Oh, gay, schmay. Who cares about anything anyway? Oh!
Jennifer: Do you know what? It makes me so happy when you are so happy. Mommies are so funny that way.
Abby: Daddies, too, right?
Jennifer: Yes, yes, daddies, definitely. And you know, I wanted to tell you that it was daddy's idea for us to all move in together, so I can't take the credit for that. I mean, I promise you, mommy would not have come up with this idea in a million years.
Abby: When I get older, I want to marry a man just like daddy.
Jennifer: You do?
Abby: Sure. I love him. Don't you want to know how much? This much. No, this much. From here all the way here and back again.
Jennifer: Oh, my.
Abby: I wish you loved daddy, too.
Bo: What's going on?
Hope: Oh, I -- I -- I just, uh -- I just suddenly needed to feel your arms around me. It's the one place I know I always feel safe.
Bo: Did something scare you?
Shawn: Probably has something to do with her past.
Bo: You're out of line, pop.
Shawn: Look, I'm just saying, messing about in things that are over and done with is a dangerous business, huh? You never know what you're liable to uncover.
Bo: What's wrong? Did -- did something happen?
Jennifer: Oh, now, sweetie, there is lots of love in this family. Daddy and I are wild about you.
Abby: Daddy's wild about you, too.
Jennifer: Yeah, and I -- and I have feelings for daddy. I mean, I married him. We had you together, and you don't get a fabulous little girl like you without lots of love.
Abby: How about now? Is there lots of love between you and daddy now?
Jennifer: There's, um -- there's a lot of feelings, baby.
Abby: Enough to get married?
Jennifer: Did daddy tell you to ask me that?
Abby: He wouldn't do that. If he wanted you to marry him, he would have asked you.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah. Of course he would.
Abby: Daddy's brave. He's a Deveraux.
Jennifer: You're so right, baby. I -- I don't even know what I was thinking.
Abby: If daddy did talk about getting married, it would only be because he loves you.
Jennifer: Who made you so smart?
Jennifer: Oh, really?
Abby: Yup. God decided you and daddy needed a really, really smart little girl to help you figure out stuff.
Greta: I don't understand you, Jack. Or maybe it's being gay that I don't understand. You asked Jennifer, a woman, to marry you, and when she says no, you come to see me, also a woman.
Greta: So what I'm trying to figure out -- is it that you don't know where to go to meet men, or is this still all very new to you and you're scared?
Jack: Oh, stop! I can't take any more!
Greta: I mean, well, I'm just thinking out loud here. I mean, I'm not very experienced with these things, and you don't seem to know which way is up either, and it's your sexual orientation that's on the table, Jack.
Jack: Oh, no. Too much talk, not enough drink. Come on. We need a little drinky-winky. That's all I'm interested in now. Only thing is... I'm bombed.
Greta: No kidding.
Jack: Yup. I'm drunk big-time, so you got to drive. Only one other problem. I, uh -- I got no dough, baby, so you got to drive and pay.
Greta: You don't need a drink, Jack. You need to go to bed.
Jack: With you?
Greta: No, not with me! For God's sake, Jack. Get it straight.
Jack: I'm trying. Whoa!
Jack: Oh... My head hurts.
Greta: I'm not surprised. Go home, Jack.
Jack: I can't. No dough, no taxi, no sleep for Jackie-wackie... Unless -- unless I could get a ride home in your royal carriage.
Lexie: Brandon, it's the first thing I think about when I open my eyes every morning, you know? "Will today be the day that Hope finds out that I have her baby?" But the more time that goes by, the more I feel like, "ok. I've gotten away with it," you know? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, I don't mean that the way it sounds, ok? I know in my heart that I am doing what's right for everyone, even Hope. She's poured so much love into J.T., you know? It would just break her heart if she discovered that he wasn't biologically hers.
Brandon: And what about Glen and Barb?
Lexie: Well, they had a chance to have a D.N.A. test done of J.T. when they took him out of the riverbank, but obviously, they didn't because they haven't contacted any of us. The only other person who knows about this is Rolf, but, I mean, he's totally loyal to my father. He's not a problem.
Brandon: Well, Lexie, if everything is going so great, what are you still worried about?
Lexie: Because Bo Brady has gotten into the act. Look, I told you that he was questioning the nurses in the hospital about the night the babies were born.
Brandon: Yeah, but is he really suspicious, or is he just a cop flexing his muscles?
Lexie: I don't know. I don't know, but look, either way, I have to throw him off track. Ok? I'm going to distract him and Hope, both.
Brandon: And how are you gonna do that?
Lexie: Well... I will give him and her so much to think about that they won't have time to consider any possibility of a baby switch.
Brandon: Sounds like you already have a plan there, Lexie.
Brandon: What is it?
Lexie: You know what, Brandon? I -- look, you're so deeply involved in my secrets, I don't want to burden you with anything else.
Brandon: Oh, Lexie, come on. I already know that you're secretly raising your best friend's baby. I mean, nothing can shock me more than that.
Lexie: I don't know. You may change your mind when you hear my plan.
Rolf: How can you waste your time with this garbage when a scientific breakthrough is occurring right in front of you?
Bart: Rolf, Rolf, Rolf, take a look at Miss October. Now, you tell me what's more fascinating -- science or nature?
Rolf: You know, I am very put out, Bart, that you don't take my work seriously.
Bart: Rolf, I think you're a genius. I told you that. In fact, Iíve been meaning to ask you to strain your brain for my benefit for a change, for a big change.
Rolf: Huh? What kind of big change?
Bart: Well, you know how the boss is always getting you to transform people into other people -- Hope Brady, John Black. You almost turned that Hattie dame into Marlena Evans.
Rolf: Yeah? What about it?
Bart: Turn me into Frank.
Bart: The Chairman of the Board, Nancy's dad, Mia's husband, Ava's husband, husband to lots of babes. I'm talking about Frank Sinatra, Rolf.
Rolf: You want me to turn you into Frank Sinatra?
Bart: It wouldn't be so hard. I'm halfway there. I'm part-Italian, and I scat.
Rolf: Well, I wish you would scat. Just go. Shoo, since you refuse to be at all helpful. Look. I am under a great deal of stress here trying to make sure that my computer is properly hooked up to the satellite.
Bart: It's gonna go great, Rolf. You'll flip the switch, and Hope will turn into Gina. Simple, right?
Rolf: Oh, no, no, no, you idiot! That is precisely what must not happen. When I flip that switch, Gina's memories must transfer into Hope's brain, but Hope must remain Hope. I am under the strictest orders from both Stefano and his daughter.
Bart: If you say so.
Rolf: No. No. It must be so. Hope's consciousness will accept Gina's memories, and then -- and then, all hell will break loose.
Bo: Is there a problem with J.T.?
Hope: No. No, no. It's just, I, you know -- I'm a little at loose ends with Shawn still away. It's been so long since we've heard from him.
Bo: Don't worry. He'll be --
Hope: I want both of our sons home with me.
Bo: He'll be home soon to start his senior... Year in high school. Wow.
Hope: Hey, let's plan a homecoming party. Let's do that for Shawn.
Bo: A party.
Bo: Ok. Fine. Whatever puts a smile on your gorgeous face.
Hope: You know, you make it sound like I'm neurotic or unhappy, and that is not the way it is.
Bo: Of course.
Hope: Our lives are perfect. I'm so happy with my family that I could scream it from a rooftop, which I'll do.
Bo: No, no, no. I'd rather have you keep your feet on the ground right here next to me. Maybe if I hold you tight enough, you'll tell me what's got you so unsettled. How about it?
Hope: You have an awfully big imagination, Brady.
Hope: Think "party."
Hope: How should we celebrate Shawn's homecoming?
Bo: Well, he's too old for balloons, too young for strippers.
Hope: Brady, that's our son you're talking about.
Bo: We're out of here. Thanks for the beer.
Hope: Bye, Shawn.
Shawn: All right.
Brandon: So, does Hope remember being this Gina person?
Lexie: No, but if things go according to plan, that may all change. I may have come up with a way to help Hope remember everything she did as Gina.
Brandon: Man, that sounds pretty heavy, Lexie. I mean, finding out you've had another life?
Lexie: I know. Not just another life, another man.
Brandon: Well, that's not so weird. I mean, people have affairs all the time, Lexie.
Lexie: Yeah, but I'll bet they remember the details. Hope doesn't.
Brandon: Yeah, and if it was me, I'd definitely want to fill in those blanks, you know? When? Where? How? All the good stuff.
Lexie: Look, Brandon. You know what? Women don't think about sex in that way, ok?
Brandon: All the women I've been with can't stop thinking about it.
Lexie: You are so bad.
Brandon: No, I'm good. I'm very good.
Lexie: Look. Ok. Anyway... The whole point of this is that Hope will be so busy dealing with the impact of Gina's memories that she won't have time to think about anything else, ok? And the same thing goes for Bo. He'll put so much energy into taking care of Hope that he'll forget all about investigating any possibility of our babies being switched.
Bo: How about we pick up a pizza on the way home? Hello? Hope?
Hope: Huh? What?
Bo: Good question. What are you thinking about so hard you don't know your husband is talking to you?
Hope: Earlier -- no, no. No, no, no. I'm not gonna say anything because if I do, you're gonna say I'm being a gossip and too preoccupied with my friends' lives, so --
Bo: Try me.
Hope: Ok. Ok. Gran and I were at Tuscany earlier, and Jack and Jennifer were there...Together.
Hope: He proposed in front of everyone.
Bo: Hmm. Abby will be happy about that.
Hope: She turned him down.
Greta: Come on. Up, up we go.
Greta: Ohh, got it? There we go. Oh, you poor soul. What you need is some coffee to sober you up.
Jack: I don't want to be sober. I want to be soused.
Greta: All right. Come on. Let's sit down.
Jack: There we go.
Greta: There we go. Whoa!
Jack: Ha ha ha!
Greta: Jack. Jack, look. Listen to me. I know things look really gloomy right now with you and Jennifer. I mean, she turned down a second chance of marriage with you, but you still have the sweetest little girl in the entire world.
Jack: Abigail is the best.
Greta: Yeah, she is the best, and she will always love her daddy, and I'm always gonna be there for you, I mean, as a friend, of course. I mean, given the whole sexual orientation thing, there can never be anything but, but that's actually a relief. I mean, we can just be pure friends. We don't have to worry about all that sex stuff, and as a bonus, I'm not gonna have to worry about you rejecting me because, I'll tell you what, I've had enough of that with Eric and Austin.
Jack: Oh, that would never happen here. I'd never reject you, not with this guy. No way.
Greta: Good. Good. You know what? I'm gonna go get the keys.
Jack: Good. Good. You just -- you do that. I'll just wait right here. How could Jennifer turn down my beautiful proposal? Well, if at first you don't succeed, try again, buddy. Ok. Ok. Got to get Jennifer jealous. Oh, I tried that. Didn't work. But I didn't really have my heart in it. I got to get serious this time. I've got to make it look real. Real.
Greta: All right, Jack. Let's go.
Greta: Come on.
Jack: Ooooh! Ooh, look at that purse. Ooh! Ooh, it's fabulous. Let Jackie just take a little look at that. Mm! [Sniffs] new? Ohhh. Mm. Fabulous, fabulous. You know, we have to go shopping together, you and me.
Greta: We do?
Jack: Oh, yes. We'll shop. We'll do lunch, and we'll get a massage.
Jack: Mm-hmm. You know me, baby. I'm g-g-g-g -- g-g -- g-g -- gay. Right this way. Ta ta ta
Greta: Oh, careful, careful. Don't trip.
Jack: Just follow me.
Greta: Yeah. I'm following you. Slow down, slow down, slow down.
Jack: Are you leading?
Greta: No, I think you are... Out the d -- oh!
Brandon: I guess it's great that you have this plan in your back pocket, but --
Lexie: But what?
Brandon: I don't think it's necessary, Lex. I mean, take a look at where you are for a minute. Glen and Barb. They never figured out that Glen is the paternal father of J.T., but you know, which means you don't have to worry about some other guy showing up claiming paternity of J.T. so Glen and Barb? Taken care of. Now tell me about Isaac. Is he talking yet?
Lexie: Yeah. He said "dada" first. You know, most babies do, but he's saying "mama" now and "whazzat?" And "doggy."
Brandon: Cute. See? Well, I bet Hope's baby is talking now, too.
Lexie: Well, you know, he's much slower because of the fetal alcohol syndrome, but, I mean, he's making sounds.
Brandon: I'm sure Hope is as proud of him as you are of Isaac.
Lexie: Brandon, you know what? You're making me nervous. What's your point?
Brandon: Look. I work with kids. Some of them are babies, and I see real change in the parents when the kids start the whole talking thing. All of a sudden, these babies that they've been carrying around seem like real people. The dads break out the mitts, and the moms, they start thinking about nursery school, even though the kids have years to go yet. So my point is, once the kid is a year and change, they're bonded with the parents. They're a family now.
Lexie: And forever.
Brandon: So think about it. Even if Hope suddenly finds out you have her baby, you think she's just gonna dump J.T. by the side of the road? No way. He's her baby. She loves him, and she's not gonna say, "what up, Lex? Let's trade babies. I'll give you J.T., you give me Isaac." I mean, come on. Do you honestly think Hope would do that?
Bart: Come on, Rolf. All I need is a break. You could do this for me. Maybe the eyes ain't as blue, but I got the chops, pops. Can you turn me into old blue eyes?
Rolf: Well, if you could sing anything like the guy on the radio just now, then maybe I would consider it.
Bart: That was me.
Rolf: Bart, if that was you, then I am Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Bo: If Jen is so upset about saying no, why doesn't she say yes?
Hope: It's not that simple.
Bo: Eh, women. You make things so complicated.
Hope: Jack and Jennifer were married, then they divorced. That's very rough stuff to go through. I mean, they've split up and gotten back together so many times, may -- maybe Jennifer's just worn out.
Bo: Sounds to me like -- somebody's got to do some growing up. I mean, saying your vows, it's not enough. You got to live the commitment every day, like we do.
Hope: It's our second time around.
Hope: We're wiser now.
Bo: The only problem we haven't been able to get out of our lives is that damn DiMera. Man, that bastard ticks me off.
Hope: I don't want to get into this right now. Can't we just be happy that we have each other?
Bo: I'm sorry you're upset. You gonna cry? What's that about?
Hope: Seeing Jack and Jennifer, you know -- I mean, both of them hurting so much, it scared me. I couldn't imagine anything ever coming between us, not ever again, Bo.
Bo: Hey, you're not gonna be separated from me. I'm not gonna be separated from you. I'm not gonna let that happen.
Hope: I always feel so safe like this, Brady, in your arms. God, I am so lucky to have you. You, Shawn, and J.T. The three of you, you're my world, you know that?
Bo: Mm-hmm. And you're mine.
Brandon: Lexie, I don't get what you're so worried about. I mean, even if Hope does find out the truth, she's not gonna want to just swap babies.
Lexie: Well, she could decide to take Isaac away from me and still keep J.T.
Brandon: She can't do that. She didn't adopt Marlo's baby. You did, right?
Lexie: Well, yeah, legally, but --
Brandon: That's what I'm saying. Legally, Marlo's baby, J.T., is your baby, not Hope's. So, in theory, you could take J.T. away from Hope, but you would never do that. Hope has loved J.T. since birth. She's his mommy, just like you're Isaac's mommy. Switching the babies back to their rightful parents would just make everybody miserable.
Jack: Jennifer Rose Horton ex-Deveraux, will you marry me again?
Jennifer: Oh, maybe I should have said yes. [Car door shuts] Oh, maybe that's Jack.
Greta: All right, you're home.
Jack: The door's so far away, I'll never make it.
Greta: All right, Jack. Here, lean on me.
Jack: Ohh. You're so good.
Greta: Yeah. All right, come on. Good night.
Jack: Ohh, don't leave, please.
Brandon: Tell me about this plan to make Hope remember.
Lexie: Ok. I'm going to give a party for her, uh, here, a mother of the year party in Hope's honor. Look. I can't go into details about how, but while she's here, Hope will suddenly remember her life as Gina, everything she did, everyone she knew and cared about. I need you to be here.
Brandon: Is Abe gonna be here?
Lexie: Well, yeah, of course, my husband's gonna be here.
Brandon: Well, then I won't be.
Lexie: Brandon, please, please, come on. You're the only person Iíve confided in. I need you to be here. Please. I can't do this without your help.
Bart: It wasn't the radio. That was me, singing to a C.D. like Sinatra.
Rolf: You'll never get anywhere daydreaming, Bart.
Bart: Stay right there. I'll do it again.
Rolf: No, Bart, Bart, please. Please get your head out of the clouds.
Bart: But --
Rolf: God did not intend for you to have any talent, Bart, but, as my helper, you have an opportunity to be a part of one of the greatest technological feats of all time. When
Alexandra's party for Hope is in full swing, as Hope basks in the love of her friends and family, I will flood her brain with memory after memory from her past as Gina, and she will remember it all, including her passionate love affair with John Black.
Greta: Jack, come on, get off of me. You're heavy.
Jack: I was just giving you a thank-you hug for being such a good buddy.
Greta: Ok, get off. Off. Good-bye.
Jack: Good-bye, sweet thing.
Jack: Oh, well, hello. And good-bye.
Jack's voice: She's jealous. Yes! I knew this would work.