Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 11/13/01
Jan: Some things never change.
Jason: I'm telling you, man, if you want Chloe back, you ask Cynthia out..
Philip: Nah, man, I don't know.
Jason: You don't know what? It's a win-win situation. Not only will Cynthia show you an amazing time, but Chloe -- when she finds out you're with another girl, she'll get jealous as hell and come crawling right back to you.
Belle: Okay, forget that Brady is my brother for just a second. If he had said, yeah, that he wanted the four of us to double, and he wanted to take you to the movies, what would you have said?
Chloe: He didn't ask me, Belle, so what does it matter?
Belle: I'm just wondering, that's all. But if you want to be all mysterious about it.
Chloe: Fine, I'll tell you. If Brady had asked me out, no question about it... I would have said yes.
Jack: There's not one job opening for an editor-in-chief or an entrepreneur with my credentials! Nothing!
Greta: Maybe you need to lower your expectations.
Jack: Aha! Perfect thing -- hand model.
Greta: Oh...Yeah. You do have nice hands.
Jack: Nice? Look at those babies. Perfect. Long, tapered, no calluses, not one hangnail. And skilled. The very tools that brought the world award-winning news stories. R-- well, those were the days. I was a great editor-in-chief. Now all I got is my ego, which doesn't pay the bills, does it?
Jack: Nor does it impress Jennifer. So... How's she ever going to see me as a man of substance if I can't get a job? You know, if it's okay th you, I -- I want to use your shower and wash the wallow off.
Jack: Just get a whole new start on the day.
Greta: Y-yeah. Here, here, give me your jacket.
Jack: That's it.
Greta: Yeah, yeah, that's perfect. Why don't you run along? And the towels, they're right there in the closet. You'll see them.
Jack: Thank you.
Greta: Oh, no problem.
Greta: Harold, hi, it's me -- Greta. Listen, um, Jack needs you in a bad way. I've never seen a man need another man as much as my friend Jack needs you right now.
Jennifer: I'm going to buy a new dress, 'cause that will give me confidence. Wait a minute. What if he cancels? No, no. He's not going to do that. He said that we were going on a second date, so that means we're going to go. And unlike most of the other men in my life, Brandon means what he says. He doesn't have secrets or hidden agendas. What you see is what you get. And I do like what I see.
Lexie: Brandon, if I don't give Barb her $1 million, she'll tell Glen everything. He'll go after J.T. He'll tell Hope that Isaac is her biological son.
Brandon: You are not listening to me, Lexie. I just got through telling you. Glen already knows. He and Barb are in on this together. Don't you see? First they get their hands on the million, then they go after his son.
Lexie: Mnh-mnh. That is not going to happen. I can't lose my son. I wonít.
Glen: Lexie Carver gave you 5 grand? For what?
Barb: What's the matter? Doesn't Glennie think his little Barbie's worth it?
Glen: Oh, you're worth the world to me, babe. But something's going on here.
Barb: You bet. I'm pregnant, and we're in the money. Our luck's finally changed. Smell them greenbacks.
Glen: Barb, the DiMeras and the Carvers are not people to fool around with. Now, you did something to get this kind of dough, and I want to know what.
Brandon: Trust me, Lex. All Glen and Barb want out of this is money, which is why you got to stand up to them now, or the blackmail will never end. Come on, Lex. How dangerous do you think Barb is?
Lexie: Well, I mean, until she showed up here the other night, I always figured her for a not-too-bright stand-by-your-man type.
Brandon: Trust your instincts. She can be intimidated by you and Stefano DiMera.
Lexie: Brandon, my father's not here.
Brandon: So what? Let Barb think he's on his way back. Make it clear to her that he will stop at nothing to protect his grandson.
Barb: I'm telling you, Glen, this was a gift. That's all.
Glen: A gift? That doesn't make any sense.
Barb: Sure, it does. She feels guilty about all the lies she told us, starting from when we first met her at that Green Mountain Lodge. She knew how much you wanted to find your son, and she didn't tell us the truth about where he was.
Glen: Mm-hmm. What else?
Barb: Well, I told her that we were on to the fact that her and her father had the East Side Lab blown up. I even told her we have proof.
Glen: We don't have any proof.
Barb: Yeah, well, Lexie bought it, honey. That's all that matters.
Glen: You're telling me that you stood in that big mansion and got the nerve up to lie to Lexie Carver.
Barb: Oh, you should have seen me, honey. I was so tough and cool, like Heather on "Melrose." And there was all high-and-mighty Lexie Carver, shaking in her designer shoes.
Glen: It took nerve, all right. We can't keep this money, Barb. It feels like -- I don't know -- like blackmail.
Barb: Who said anything about blackmail? Lexie gave us this cash 'cause she knows we could take her to court. And any jury in the world would would give us a whole lot more than $5,000, believe me. It was her way of setting things right for all those months of pain and suffering that she caused us. She wants us to have this money, babe.
Glen: We sure could use it, especially with a baby on the way.
Barb: Yeah, well, there's more where this came from, honey. Lots more.
Glen: Barb, Iím not letting you go back to Salem.
Barb: Even if it means we could have our own home?
Barb: Mmm. With a big back yard and one of those fancy outdoor grills you like.
Barb: You can almost taste it, can't you? It's so sweet.
Glen: Barb, we can be happy with 5 thou. We can set up a nursery for the baby and get some medical insurance.
Barb: All right. But first, let's celebrate.
Glen: What do you have in mind?
Barb: What do you think? I missed you so much.
Glen: Oh, I missed you like crazy, new mother.
Barb: You are going to be the most wonderful daddy.
Glen: Barb, I know I wasn't so enthusiastic about you getting pregnant, acting like it wasn't such a good idea. But now it really does feel right, and I want you to know that I will do anything for you and our baby. Anything.
Barb: I do know that, Glen. I know.
Cynthia: See you at the game?
Philip: Yeah, yeah, definitely.
Jason: Oh, boy, she got the hots for you, man.
Philip: Forget about it.
Philip: Forget about it.
Jason: Come on.
Jan: Who are we dissing now?
Jason: Oh, look who decides to show up.
Jan: Hey, what do you know? He missed me.
Jason: I wouldn't go that far.
Jan: All right, move over.
Jason: Welcome back, baby.
Philip: What's up, Jan?
Jan: So, what was Cynthia doing hanging around you guys?
Jason: Ah, she's got the hots for Philip.
Jan: Who isn't she hot for?
Jason: Hey, I have an idea. Saturday night movies, you and me, and you and Cynthia -- double date.
Jan: I'm in.
Philip: I told you, I don't think so.
Jan: You can't let anyone get you down, Philip, no matter what. You have to get on with your life.
Chloe: Don't look so shocked.
Belle: You really want to go out with my brother?
Chloe: Look, this conversation is pointless. Brady is too full of himself to ask a lowly high schooler to go anywhere with him.
Belle: But what if he did?
Chloe: Who knows? It could be fun to go to a movie with Brady... Uh, to give him a hard time. But why are you pushing your brother on me all of a sudden, anyway? I know how you feel about Philip.
Belle: I care about you and Philip, but if you need this time away from him, you don't have to spend it sitting at home.
Chloe: Thanks, but Brady and I, that would just be a bad idea. We would spend the whole evening fighting, and we would ruin it for everyone. Besides, you're forgetting a very crucial fact here. He hasn't asked me.
Belle: Oh. Brady -- just the person we need to talk to.
Brady: You guys are still here? I thought you'd be long gone by now.
Belle: Actually, we need to ask you a question.
Chloe: Uh, no, we don't.
Belle: Yes, we do.
Brady: All right. Anything for you, Belle. What is it? Shoot.
Greta: Harold, I know your first meeting with Jack didn't go exactly the way we had hoped.
Harold: It was an unmitigated flop.
Greta: Yes, yes, but you are getting a second chance, you know, and I think this time Jack's going to reach out to you. But you have to remember, he likes conservative and masculine.
Harold: Okay, fine. We'll give it another whirl. When and where?
Greta: 10 minutes at Salem Place.
Harold: Make it 20. I'm having a bad hair day.
Greta: Remember, Harold, with Jack, less is more. Goodbye. Jack, are you dressed yet? Jack?
Jack: Uh, what? Uh, yeah, what? Hello?
Greta: Ooh, good, you're dressed. Come on, we're getting out of here.
Jack: Right now?
Greta: Yep. We are going to go and grab a bite to eat, and if you are a good boy, I might even get you a special little treat.
Jack: Special little tr-- what kind of a treat?
Greta: Oh, you know, what's your favorite thing, Jack?
Jack: Uh, Jennifer.
Greta: I was thinking more along the lines of ice cream.
Jack: Peanut butter chocolate crunch.
Greta: You know what? I think you' better off getting what you need instead of what you want. Come on, let's go.
Jack: What on earth does that mean?
Greta: Eh, well, let's get out of here. Time's a-wastin'.
Jennifer: Oh, whoever said dating was easy?
[Cellular phone rings]
Brandon: Yeah, who is it?
Jennifer: Oh, it's Jennifer. Hi. Am I calling at a bad time?
Brandon: Sort of.
Jennifer: Oh. You know, I just wanted to say that if you don't want to go out with me again, I understand, 'cause I know I acted really bizarre the other evening.
Brandon: Look, I can't talk right now.
Jennifer: Brandon, you can tell me if you don't want to go out with me again. I can handle it.
Brady: Shawn! All right, j--
Brady: What are we talking about here, huh?
Belle: Well, Chloe and Shawn and I were wondering --
Chloe: Count me out.
Shawn-D: Me too.
Brady: Oh, my God. Shawn, you can read?
Chloe: If you want to stay friends, you keep your mouth shut.
Belle: I just have to tell him something.
Brady: What's the big secret? Oh, I know. Your romance with Philip is getting back on track. Or you two are going to announce your engagement at the Last Blast dance.
Chloe: I'm surprised a man of your advanced age would be interested in anything we do here in teenland.
Brady: I'm not. Shawn, get your own newspaper.
Shawn-D: Well, sir, can you believe Iverson hit for 50 last night?
Brady: Yeah, the man is an artist. Look at that.
Belle: Enough sports. I'm hungry. Let's go to .Com.
Shawn-D: Um, I'll meet up with you later. I'm gonna see if I can get this old geezer out for some ball.
Brady: Oh, man.
Brady: I actually could be talked into that.
Shawn-D: Yeah? See you later, ladies.
Brady: Why are you looking at me like that?
Shawn-D: You're into her, big time.
Brady: Who, Chloe?
Shawn-D: Why don't you just admit it, man?
Brandon: No, I haven't changed my mind, Iím just... I'm just in a meeting, that's all.
Jennifer: Oh, so then we're still on for Saturday?
Brandon: We can go to the late show. Um, I'll pick you up after Abby goes to sleep.
Jennifer: Okay. Okay, thanks. Um, I'm looking forward to it.
Brandon: Yeah, me too. I'll call you later.
Brandon: Look, Lex, stop the blackmailing before it goes any further.
Brandon: Tell Barb you have her demands on tape. Either she backs off or Abe will charge her with extortion and throw her in the slammer.
Lexie: You think I'm going to lose my baby, don't you -- that it's just a matter of when and how?
Brandon: I don't know what the outcome is going to be, but you have got to start fighting back, Lexie...
Brandon: With anything short of murder. You know where I am if you need me.
Lexie: Thanks, Brandon.
Rolf: Taking Brandon Walker into your confidence was a mistake, Alexandra.
Lexie: Were you listening...
Rolf: I am paid to listen.
Lexie: To my private conversation?
Rolf: I tell you that's what I'm paid for.
Lexie: Brandon could be right.
Rolf: The man is a fool. You don't negotiate with amateur extortionists. You eliminate them.
Lexie: No. No, no, no. Don't go there. donít.
Rolf: You don't know what lowlifes like Barb Reiber are capable of. I do, and I'm telling you there is only one way to stop her.
Glen: What do you say we go out and celebrate?
Barb: How about celebrating right here.
Glen: You got it.
Barb: You know, this is all I ever wanted -- you and me expecting our baby. So we can forget about the past now, right? And start being a real family?
Glen: Mm. Anything you want.
Barb: Hey, what are you doing?
Glen: What do you say we go celebrate in bed?
Barb: You have got a one-track mind.
Glen: Hey, we got to enjoy it while we can. You might get further along and not be that interested.
Barb: Naw, that could never happen. You know what? The hell with the bedroom. Let's christen the winnings!
Glen: Ha ha.
Brady: That's -- that's a good one, Shawn. See, I wouldn't wish Chloe on my worst enemy. She's nothing but a teenybopper with a big old chip on her shoulder.
Shawn-D: You see? You two are perfect for each other.
Shawn-D: No, you're both scam artists. She never lets anyone know what she's thinking. You never let anyone know what you're after.
Brady: That is because it's none of your business.
Shawn-D: So you wouldn't want to know what's really going on between Philip and Chloe?
Brady: Nope. I don't care. Teen romance leaves me cold.
Shawn-D: Oh, yeah?
Shawn-D: All right, well, I won't bore you with the details. In fact, I won't even mention their names.
Brady: And that is the best news that Iíve heard all day. Come on, let me kick your butt in basketball.
Shawn-D: Oh, don't think just 'cause you were on crutches that Iím going to go easy on you.
Brady: Oh, you are nothing but a punk, Shawn. You know that?
Belle: Come on, Chloe. Just admit it. You have feelings for him.
Chloe: In your dreams.
Belle: We're alone. I won't tell anyone.
Chloe: Would you get over it?
Belle: Look, Chloe, I really think you and Brady should double with Shawn and me. You need to get out. You know it will be fun. Just say you'll go.
We will return for the second half of "Days of Our Lives" in just a moment.
Jack: [Slurps] You better lay off the sugar. You're getting hyperactive..
Greta: Oh, uh, well, just looking to see who's here, you know. That's what malls are for -- people-watching. Ha ha.
Jack: I'm ready for my chocolate peanut butter crunch.
Greta: Oh, okay, well, do you want a cup or a cone?
Jack: Uh, double-dip cone with sprinkles.
Greta: Okay. Wonders never cease.
Jack: What are you staring at?
Greta: Check it out.
Jack: Talk about timing. This is just what the doctor ordered.
Jack: Name it. It's yours.
Jack: Of course, you don't really need anything new. You look fabulous in that old thing.
Greta: Back to the drawing board.
Shawn-D: Showing your age, old timer. Ha ha. And t winner is...
Brady: I demand a rematch, Shawn.
Shawn-D: Maybe later.
Brady: All right, can we get something to drink, please?
Shawn-D: Yeah. You know, Brady, it is a good thing you brought this fitness water 'cause, see, a man your age can never get too many electrolytes.
Brady: [Sarcastically] Ha. Hey, here's to the next game.
Shawn-D: Yeah, you know, the game I want to see is you and Chloe.
Brady: We're still talking about basketball, I think.
Shawn-D: No. Imagine her as Iverson -- full-out, intense, and passionate, right? And you are Mr. Cool, right? Trying to get around her defenses, beat her down, using your iron will.
Brady: You're nuts, Shawn. Uhh!
Chloe: Hey, on your feet, homey. I'm ready to take you on. Impala. My dad had one of these.
Harold: Jack walked right by me.
Greta: He didn't recognize you -- I mean, I-I didn't recognize you. You, uh, you outdid yourself.
Harold: Well, I didn't have time for the military haircut.
Greta: Yeah, no need to overdo it.
Harold: Or maybe there is. He's not even glancing this way.
Greta: Oh, well, I mean, hang in there, you know. It -- it will work out..
Jack: I-I didn't mean that your dress was an old thing or that you're an old thing. I meant I've seen you in that dress be ore and -- and I like it.
Jennifer: Okay, Iíll -- Iíll take that as a compliment, Jack..
Jack: So, where's your muscle-bound companion?
Jack: You mean there are other steroid users in your life?
Jennifer: You know, Jack, some men don't need medicinal assistance to stay fit. They actually produce their own testosterone.
Jack: I'll try not to take that personally.
Jennifer: So, what's new with you and Greta?
Jack: New? New York, New Jersey, New Delhi, New Brunswick...
Jennifer: That's so funny. You just keep on joking and I'll just keep on dating.
Jack: Is that all it takes? Stop the jokes and I can put a ring on your finger? Did it. Done. I will be the most sober, boring man you ever met.
Jennifer: Hey, I thought that you and Greta were taking your relationship to the next level, Jack.
Jack: We are.
Jennifer: Really? Seems to me she still has her feelers out. That guy over there she's with is very cute.
Jack: Well, if you go for that type. At least Greta's not living with one guy and carrying on with another.
Jennifer: Oh, that's nice. That's nice, Jack.
Jack: So, how was your date? Fun?
Jennifer: You should know. You were there.
Jack: Greta and I just happened to be at the Blue Note at the very same time.
Jennifer: Save it, Jack. I know how you operate.
Jack: So, where did you go afterwards? Did he take you back to his place?
Jennifer: That's none of your business.
Jack: That bad, huh?
Jennifer: Actually, we're going out again on Saturday.
Jack: Really? Where's he taking you this time -- Chicago, New York?
Jennifer: I'll let you know when I get home, but you know what? Don't wait up because you never know what will happen when two people are getting to know one another.
Chloe: Doubling with you and Shawn does sound like fun.
Belle: It will be, and don't worry -- I will handle my brother. I'll make sure he behaves.
Chloe: Now all you have to do is convince Brady to ask me out.
Belle: He will. He wouldn't spend so much time teasing you if he didn't like you a lot.
Chloe: We're just friends. That's all. Remember that on Saturday night.
Belle: I will, if you will.
Philip: Hey, you free Saturday night?
Cynthia: Depends what you have in mind.
Philip: You want to go out? You want to go see a movie?
Chloe: Not up to the challenge?
Brady: Anything you can do, I can do better.
Chloe: Ooh. Cool control versus passion and heat.
Brady: Mastery versus rebelliousness.
Brady: Yes! Ha ha.
Chloe: Come and get me.
Brady: Ha ha.
Chloe: Whoo! Freedom!
Brady: You don't have a game plan. That means you lose.
Chloe: It's all about taking chances.
Brady: Oh! [Laughing] Chloe.
Chloe: Don't you dare laugh.
Brady: That is the farthest thing from my mind.
Lexie: If anything happens to Barb or Glen, I'll hand you over to the police. I swear I will.
Rolf: Listening to do-gooders like Brandon Walker will cost you your son..
Lexie: And your solution is criminal.
Rolf: I simply know what Barb wants -- money. You have it. She wants it. So give it to her.
Lexie: A million dollars?
Rolf: It's the only answer.
Lexie: I know, like you said, she'll keep coming back for more and more.
Rolf: Well, that won't happen for quite some time. No, no, no, think about it. $5,000 is a jackpot for Glen and his bride. The million? It will take them at least a year to make a dent in it. By then, you and your family can be long gone or relocated, living in Europe, perhaps, Mr. Carver working for Interpol. Your father can arrange it all.
Lexie: Yeah, that could work.
Rolf: I've had some experience with this type of lowlife. My suggestion would be to call her immediately. Tell her you'll give her what she wants if she agrees to follow certain procedures.
Lexie: Okay, okay. What procedures?
Rolf: Well, time and place.
Lexie: Okay. Salem -- Turnpike Motel.
Lexie: Yes, Barb Reiber's room, please. She checked out? Okay, thank you.. Okay, she must be at the Salem Inn.
Rolf: You see? She's so eager to spend your $5,000 she hasn't even bothered to call and tell you where she is.
Lexie: Barb Reiber's room, please. What? She never checked in? Okay, thank you. She's gone. What the hell is she up to now?
Rolf: Don't worry, Alexandra. She will be back... With a vengeance.
Glen: Ha ha.
Barb: You know, if I have my way, we can paper this floor with money -- and the next room and the next -- and we'd spend all our time celebrating just like this.
Glen: Barb, any more would seem like a shakedown.
Barb: You know how you're always telling me not to let people kick me around? Well, that's what Lexie did to us. It's only right she should pay. We're entitled to it.
Barb: Are you expecting anyone?
Glen: They'll go away.
[On machine] Hi, Barb and I aren't in right now, so leave a message. Later.
Man: Glen, where the hell are you?
Glen: Boss -- I forgot.
Barb: Forgot what?
Glen: I was supposed to go in for the extra shift. Hey, Ned, sorry. I'm on my way.
Ned: Forget it. You were due an hour ago. You're finished.
Glen: I had a family emergency. I'll be there.
Ned: You know, I'm sick of your excuses. You're fired.
Glen: You can't do this.
Ned: Pick up your check in the morning -- that's it.
Glen: Listen, you're not even going to... Damn! Great timing. We've got a kid on the way and I just lost my job.
Glen: You heard me. I just got fired.
Barb: I'm sorry, honey, but you're going to find something else.
Glen: In this job market? This is exactly what I was afraid of.
Barb: Then why not let me go back to Lexie? She ought to be helping us through this. She owes us. What do you say? Hmm?
Chloe: Stop staring and let go of me.
Brady: Yes, sir.
Chloe: Very funny.
Chloe: Your turn. Uhh.
Brady: What are you -- crazy? Come on now.
Chloe: Like a fox. Whoo!
Uh, uh, uh, uh ha ha ha.
Brady: You are such a faker.
Chloe: Winning is everything.
Brady: Ha ha.
Shawn-D: Hey, Brady. Would you snap out of it?
Brady: Man, Iím glad that was only a dream.
Cynthia: Is this a joke?
Philip: You can even choose the movie.
Cynthia: You're on.
Philip: All right. So Iíll pick you up at 8:00?
Philip: All right. I'll see you.
Cynthia: Philip Kiriakis just asked me out. I'm going out with the star quarterback. Wait until Jan hears this. You're never going to believe what just happened.
Jan: It better be good.
Cynthia: Philip just asked me out for Saturday night.
Jason: Hey, it's about time he wised up.
Jan: Does Chloe know?
Cynthia: How could she?
Jan: Well, we'd better go break the news to her. Come on.
Jack: This dating game that you're playing with Brandon could have an adverse effect upon our daughter's psyche, not to mention what it's doing to me.
Jennifer: Jack, don't be such a drama queen, okay?
Jack: What? Don't you call me that!
Jennifer: Well, if the shoe fits...
Jack: It doesn't! Damn it! I'm as straight as they come, but I tell you Iíve got my limits and the pressure's building.
Jennifer: What is your problem?
Jack: I am telling you right now -- you better stop pushing me because you could lose me forever. I can move out tomorrow.
Jennifer: What are you talking about? Don't say that. I don't want to lose you. That is not what I want at all.
Jack: If you mean that, why are you dating Brandon? Why aren't we home with Abigail where we belong?
Jennifer: Jack, when I say that I don't want to lose you, I-I mean that you're a part of my life and you always will be.
Jack: A part of your life. Like a cat or a car.
Jennifer: Stop trying to make me feel guilty.
Jack: I don't understand why you're doing this to us.
Jennifer: You know exactly why I am doing this. I am doing this now so that when I am ready to make a decision about what I want to do concerning you and me when I decide --
Jack: When you decide what? When you decide if you're going to remarry me? To marry me again?
Jennifer: Oh, we are so far from that point. Please, can't we just take it one step at a time?
Jack: Every step you take seems to be away from me.
Jennifer: Brandon, hi.
Jack: She's with me.
Brandon: Am I interrupting something?
Jennifer: No, we're done.
Jack: Fine. Fine. Whatever. Greta's waiting. Uh, don't expect me home till late.
Brandon: Bad timing?
Jennifer: No, no, actually, it's perfect timing.
Brandon: I didn't expect to see you till Saturday.
Jennifer: Where are you headed right now?
Brandon: Back to the hospital.
Jennifer: You know, I'm headed in that same direction.
Brandon: Great. You look lovely, by the way.
Jennifer: Thank you. Thanks.
Greta: So, are you ready for that ice cream?
Jack: Who needs ice cream when I have you?
Jennifer: Ha ha.
Shawn-D: So, what did you dream about?
Shawn-D: Whoa, Chloe got to you, didn't she?
Brady: I have fun sparring with her, if that's what you mean.
Shawn-D: So you don't care if she gets back together with Philip?
Brady: I have no control over that. If that's what she wants --
Shawn-D: No, she says it's no , and lately Iím not so sure that Philip's the right guy for her.
Brady: Why not?
Shawn-D: Well, uh, he wasn't there for her when she needed him. You know, I understand why, but, bottom line is he didn't trust her.
Brady: Well, tell him, not me.
Shawn-D: If you're interested at all, just don't play games 'cause you might lose her.
Brady: I can't lose what I don't have, Shawn.
Shawn-D: Philip would do anything to get back together with her. So if you don't make a move, she might stick with him.
Brady: I'm not worried.
Shawn-D: Okay, well, um, I am going to go meet your sister over at .Com, so if you want, you can come join us.
Brady: You know what? Thanks, but I'm just going to stick around here for a while.
Shawn-D: All right. See you, man.
Jan: Hey, I just wanted to thank you for standing by me at the hospital earlier.
Belle: Oh, no problem. I'm just glad you're okay.
Jan: I couldn't be better. We've actually been making plans for the weekend, you know -- after the big game.
Cynthia: You two doing anything special?
Chloe: Not really.
Jan: Cynthia's got a date for the movies Saturday night.
Chloe: Mm, great.
Cynthia: With Philip. He just asked me.
Lexie: Barb's probably meeting Glen right now, planning their next move. What if they're at Bo and Hope's about to take J.T. and run?
Rolf: No, no, it is more likely she is out spending some of her ill-gotten gain on cheap champagne, gloating over her supposed success.
Lexie: How are we going to find her?
Rolf: Don't worry. She will find you after she presents her winnings to her husband.
Lexie: Do you agree with Brandon that Glen's been in on it from the beginning?
Rolf: I disagree with Mr. Walker on each and every point. If Glen were in on it, he would have been at your doorstep, not Barb.
Lexie: Yeah, yeah, and maybe he won't even go along with it. Maybe -- maybe he won't believe that J.T. is his son.
Rolf: Hmm. Hold that thought.
Lexie: Wait. Where are you going?
Rolf: To get myself a schnapps. Perhaps you would like one?
Lexie: No. No, not now. Uhh! What the hell is that 2-bit tramp up to now?
Barb: Oh, honey, you hated working for that creep. Now you don't need his lousy job.
Glen: I've got to work, Barb.
Barb: Well, you can take your time. Take something you want. That's what getting this money's all about. Let me go back and see Lexie again.
Glen: I don't want you taking any chances, Barb -- playing games with the DiMeras.
Barb: Lexie's married to a cop. She's not going to do anything to me except make me and my husband wealthy. Come on, honey. Lexie is giving us this money of her own free will, and we need it.
Glen: Yeah, we do now with you pregnant and me out of a job. Are you sure it's not illegal?
Glen: All right. All right, go for it. Please, don't take any chances.
Barb: No, it's a sure thing, honey. No risks -- win-win all the way.