Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 11/28/01Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Niki
John: The memories are hitting me faster and harder all the time, Doc. I can't fight this anymore.
Marlena: Tell me what happens when you remember. Are -- are you seeing sights? Are you hearing sounds?
John: I see myself running across a rooftop with an assault rifle in my hands. I can feel the cold steel. I can... Feel myself pull the trigger. I hear the report. It's all very real.
Marlena: There must be some explanation for that.
John: Yeah, the explanation is DiMera. You know, I remember enough to know that I treated him
with the respect reserved for a father, and he treated me like a beloved son, and the truth about fathers is they want their sons to turn out to be carbon copies of themselves, and in DiMera's case that would be a criminal who kills to get what he wants. There's no escaping the fact that DiMera turned me into a murderer.
Rolf: Eliana said you wanted to see me.
Lexie: Yes. The party's back on.
Rolf: Oh, that is very wise of you, Alexandra.
Lexie: Well, there's nothing more important to me than keeping my son, not even my friendship with Hope.
Rolf: The last time we spoke, you were paralyzed with fear that my plan to restore Gina's memories would destroy Hope's personality.
Lexie: Well, I've changed my mind about that, too. Go ahead with your plan. Make Gina come back.
Bo: Hey, whoo.
Hope: What do you think? I got it on sale.
Bo: Whatever it cost, it was worth it. Come here.
Hope: You ready to go?
Bo: Uh, put it this way, I'm ready.
Hope: You know, come to think of it, you're always ready, Brady.
Hope: We were wild and crazy kids, weren't we?
Bo: You made me crazy.
Hope: You made me wild. Come here. Mm. Remember the first time you took me to lookout point?
Bo: You know what? Forget it. Let's, like, go to the back seat of the car and we'll make out, pretend we're teenagers, huh?
Hope: Hmm. Wait a minute.
Bo: No, don't worry, baby. I'll protect you.
Hope: No, no, Bo, wait, stop -- honestly.
Hope: Um, Iím just...
Hope: I'm thinking about Shawn out on his date.
Bo: Do we have to go there again?
Hope: No, please, Iím sorry. I'm just trying to remember. Where did Shawn say he was going to take Belle tonight?
Belle: You know, Salem looks so beautiful from up here.
Shawn-D: Yeah. So do you.
Belle: You know, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should...
Shawn-D: Yeah, we should.
Cynthia: I want you, Philip. I can't wait anymore.
Philip: No, no, no, no. We can't. We can't.
Cynthia: Yes, we can. I'll show you.
Philip: No, no, no, we got to stop.
Cynthia: What are you talking about?
Philip: We can't do this.
Cynthia: Why not?
Man: Hey, dude. We lucked out tonight, huh?
Chloe: Get away from me.
Man #2: Why don't we give you a ride?
Chloe: No, I'll walk.
Man: That ain't the kind of ride we're talking about, sugar.
Man #2: Hey, she wants to play tag.
Chloe: No, please.
Man #2: You're it, baby.
Man: I love it when they beg.
Chloe: Let me go!
Man #2: If we let you go, we don't have any fun.
Man: You want to have fun, don't you, babe?
Man #2: Yeah, we can play rough, too.
Chloe: Ow! Oh!
Brady: Get your hands off her!
Bo: Hope, I've said it before. I'll say it again. We got to have faith in our son. He's earned it. Besides, this is -- what did he say? It's his second official date? Well, he's got years of this dating stuff. If we're going to make it through it, we got to take it easy. If it'd make you feel better, I'll call ma, have her go to mass, and say a novena to the saint of teenage dating. Yeah. Gotcha, didn't I?
Hope: You always did know how to make me laugh.
Bo: Well, you're easy, always were.
Hope: Easy, huh?
Hope: Hmm, I'll just show you how easy later. Come here. Come here.
Hope: Sometimes I really wish we could go back in time, before all our troubles began.
Bo: You got it, Fancy Face. Tonight, we're going to have the time of our lives. Come on. Let's hit the road.
Rolf: I understand your wish to protect the family you've created with little Isaac. That's what I would expect from the daughter of Stefano DiMera, but did something happen to bring about this sudden change of heart?
Lexie: I saw Barb at the hospital. She demanded another million.
Rolf: What? What, now she wants $2 million?
Lexie: Wow, you didn't even use a calculator.
Rolf: Well, there is no way we'll give her anything like that outrageous sum. Another $5,000 maybe, perhaps $10,000, but that is it for Glen and Barb.
Lexie: Well, I'm glad you're talking about paying them off and not killing them off, Rolf.
Rolf: Is Barb's greed the only reason you are considering going ahead with my plans for Hope?
Lexie: You're very good at reading me. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Rolf: Well, your father considered it one of my greatest assets.
Lexie: Actually, this concerns my father. I overheard Bo's cousin Colin, the one from Ireland, talking with his fiancť about the fact that Bo is investigating my father, and from what they were saying I got the impression that Bo is still trying to bring down my father for good.
Cynthia: Don't you want to be with me?
Philip: I-I don't know what I want. This just doesn't feel right.
Cynthia: Wait till we get to the best part.
Philip: What -- what -- what are you doing?
Cynthia: Giving you what you need.
Cynthia: I hate it when a girl plays hard to get. Don't you?
Chloe: Let go of me!
Man: Back off, man. She's ours. Uhh!
Brady: Get your hands off! Are you all right?
Chloe: [Crying] Yeah.
Brady: All right. Let's go. Come on.
Chloe: Brady, watch out. [Screams] Oh, my God. Let go.
Chloe: Brady, please be all right. Oh, please, answer me, Brady!
Marlena: I know you, John. I trust myself to you completely. Your children trust you. We love you and rely on you because we know that you're a man of honor and courage. You're the finest man Iíve ever known. Nothing can shake my faith in you, and you're a good man. I'd stake my life on that.
Marlena: What? Have I said something wrong? Tell me. What was it?
Maggie: [Sighs] Aah!
Mickey: Kiss me, Red. I just settled the victim's case -- $48 million. It's a new state record.
Maggie: Oh, honey.
Mickey: Ha ha ha.
Maggie: Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. How much? How much? How much? How much?
Mickey: Oh, it's -- ahem -- the biggest bonus of my career, more than enough to take my wife on the trip of a lifetime.
Maggie: Oh. Where?
Mickey: Ahem. Olť, baby.
Maggie: Ha ha.
John: You didn't say anything wrong, sweetheart. What you said was so right. You know, all I want out of this life is to have the love of my family and... To keep you and the kids happy and safe.
Marlena: But you're doing that. Look, six months ago, this family was really in trouble. We've come a long way since then. The kids are working things through. Brady and -- Brady and I are getting closer little by little. I've got high hopes for us.
John: Yeah. It's almost perfect. In fact, it would be perfect if I...
Marlena: Hadn't slept with Hope. You had no control over that. And as for the child -- was there ever a sweeter, more vulnerable little boy to be born? I don't see J.T. as a problem. How can I? He's part of you. Honey, J.T. needs all of our love.
Bo: What about J.T.?
Shawn-D: Coming up for air?
Belle: No, I was just thinking about Brady and how Chloe ran off with Philip like that. Do you mind if I get out for a minute and walk off my anger?
Shawn-D: Yeah. Sure. Okay.
Shawn-D: [Shivering] Whoo. Okay, let's get outside. Well, walk. Come on. You said you wanted to walk. It'll warm you up.
Belle: My mom said when you're mad, it's good to move your body, and I am really mad.
Shawn-D: Okay, so is it working?
Belle: No, it's not, but maybe I don't want it to. Maybe I want to be mad with Chloe. What is it about that girl that gets guys like Brady and Philip to lose their minds over her anyway?
Shawn-D: Don't you think Brady's in love with Chloe?
Belle: I hope not. It's just he's so involved in her life. He worries about her, which makes me worry about him. Brady goes to the mat for people he cares about, Shawn, but caring for Chloe? That can only cause a lot of trouble.
Chloe: Brady! Brady! Please, wake up. Talk to me.
Man: Come on, babe. I'll help you forget that guy.
Chloe: No, let go of me!
Brady: You ready to get out of here? Come on. Let's go.
Man #2: My buddy and I are just looking to have fun with the babe. So let her go or Iíll fix it so you can't never have any fun. You get me, dude? Now what's it going to be -- door number one or door number two?
Brady: Let's go!
Man #2: You asked for it.
Bo: It's kind of strange walking into a restaurant and hearing your son's name out of the blue. What's up?
Marlena: Well, I was saying that every time I see J.T., he looks stronger and healthier. You're doing a wonderful job.
Bo: Hmm. You're buttering me up. What do you want?
Marlena: Oh, if you're staying for supper, I'll take -- Iíll take a dance.
Bo: Sure, that's great, if it's okay with your old man.
John: Hey, I've learned never to tell my wife who she can dance with.
Bo: Smart man. How about the four of us have dinner together? [Laughs] Why, we're all friends here, right?
John: Right. Yeah, that's a great idea. Let's, uh, let's do it. It'll be fun.
Bo: Of course it will, especially for your wife because she'll have me to dance with instead of you tromping all over her feet.
John: Ha ha. Good point.
Bo: I do believe this is our song. What do you say?
Marlena: Well, I thought you'd never ask. Hope, is it all right with you?
Hope: Oh, please. Take him. He's yours, but just until the music stops.
Marlena: Ha ha. I didn't know you had moves like this.
Bo: Oh, the Irish love the Bossa Nova.
Marlena: Oh, oh, is that what that is?
Bo: Uh-huh. Of course.
Marlena: You're awfully up tonight. What brought this on?
Bo: You. You're a peach.
Marlena: I'm a peach?
Bo: Yeah, you're a sweetheart. I mean, this act you put on whenever the four of us are together, you know, like everything's normal. You accept J.T. as my son like it's the most natural thing.
Marlena: Love is normal. You love him. He just loves you. Doesn't have to be biological. Your hearts are connected, and that's really wonderful.
Bo: You're wonderful.
Hope: This is a huge thing for Bo, trusting me to be here with you.
Hope: Are you okay? You seem a little distracted.
John: No, it just comes over me sometimes -- this enormous thankfulness that Marlena's in my life. It makes me even more determined to eliminate anything that would impede that happiness.
Hope: What do you mean "anything"?
John: We're out of time, Hope. I need to extract that chip right now.
Hope: John --
John: Right now before Gina comes back and destroys everybody and everything that we love.
Shawn-D: You know, I could talk to Brady, guy-to-guy, kind of warn him about Chloe. I mean, her relationship with Philip didn't exactly bring him all the happiness in the world. You know? What, are you mad at me, too?
Shawn-D: The way you just pulled away from me. Is something wrong?
Belle: No, I just -- why bother lying? Yeah, something is wrong, and it's not fair for me not to tell you. [Kissing]
Brady: Chloe, run! Get out of here!
Chloe: I'm not leaving you!
Man: That's right. Stay for the show, babycakes. Watch your boyfriend get cut.
Brady: Chloe, get back!
Chloe: Brady! Careful! Oh, my God, behind you! Aah!
Brady: Chloe, let's get the hell out of here. Come on.
Marlena: Oh! Ha ha ha. I didn't know you could dip.
Bo: Hope and I practice in the living room when the kids go to bed.
Mickey: I picked it up from old Rudolph Valentino movies myself.
Maggie: Oh, honey, Bo is in a good mood. Now's your chance to hit him up..
Bo: Hit him up for what?
Mickey: Ahem. Big-time favor, mi amigo. Excuse us. Ahem.
Hope: You can't expect me to put my life in your hands, John. My God, what if something goes wrong? I won't risk it.
John: You made a promise.
Hope: What if it was Marlena? If it was your wife, would you be rushing to perform this kind of surgery on her?
John: There are other threats, Hope, other risks for all of us. If DiMera brings Gina back, she can destroy our families and everybody that we love. You don't want that.
Hope: Can't you just make a miracle?
John: Don't I wish.
Hope: At least give me tonight. We've waited this long. It can't hurt to wait a little longer.
Chloe: I have never been in a car going that fast.
Brady: That was the only way to lose those idiots, and I brought you here 'cause I didn't want them to follow us home. Other than your heart rate, are you okay?
Chloe: Yeah, I'm fine. This tea's really helping to calm my nerves.
Brady: Well, those guys were real pigs. You sure everything's okay? They didn't hurt you?
Chloe: No. I may have a few bad dreams, but nothing I can't handle. You are the one who was almost seriously hurt. You're really bleeding, Brady.
Brady: No, no, really, it's -- I'm fine. I was just faking being unconscious.
Chloe: Yeah, but there is a lot of blood. You could get an infection. We should have driven straight to the hospital.
Brady: Chloe, there's -- there's really no need.
Chloe: We should call Craig.
Brady: Listen to me. I really enjoy this Florence Nightingale side of you but...I'm fine, really.
Chloe: Wow, well, now that we're safe, I'm suddenly starting to feel like jelly. Thank you so much for showing up when you did, Brady. That was too close.
Brady: Yeah, Chloe, what the hell were you doing all alone on that street tonight?
Chloe: Excuse me?
Brady: You heard me. What were you doing all by yourself in a deserted area? Trying to get yourself killed?
Belle: Shawn, I have known you forever. It shouldn't be this hard for me to just come out and tell you how I'm feeling. Look at you. You're so sweet.
Shawn-D: Well, I care about you.
Belle: I care about you, too, and I didn't mean to pull away. Kissing you is one of my favorite things. I'll prove it to you.
Shawn-D: See? Right there -- you were going to say something.
Belle: No, I canít. It'll ruin everything. Besides, Iím freezing.
Shawn-D: Okay, so now we're warm. You know exactly how I feel about you, so you can tell me everything.
Belle: Do you remember that night in Puerto Rico when we almost... You know, on the beach?
Shawn-D: No. Yes, of course I remember.
Belle: Okay, well, kind of feels weird saying this, but when we didn't, you know, it made me feel like you didn't want me, and I know you were probably expecting me to be the one to put the brakes on, but I just wanted you so much that night, Shawn, and --
Shawn-D: Belle, hey, I want you so much, especially that night, and... It was really hard to stop, and now that we're talking about really embarrassing stuff, I might as well tell you that I think about that night all the time and how great it felt to be with you like that.
Belle: Oh, that's good then. Guess I was just being dumb, but even when we came home I felt insecure. My mom was asking me all these questions and I kind of led her to believe that we did go all the way. So now she worries about me all the time. It's so stupid.
Shawn-D: They shouldn't call it that -- "going all the way," like anything else isn't enough. That night on the beach, you know, it wasn't a letdown or incomplete in any way when we stopped. It was just so amazing to be with you that close. I mean, you know what I mean..
Belle: I think that I have the most incredible boyfriend in the whole world.
Shawn-D: Well, do you feel better now knowing that I lust after you every minute?
Belle: You goof.
Shawn-D: I'm teasing, but, you know, I am serious. I mean, I want you.
Belle: Hey, don't be a tease. Come on.
Cynthia: You mean you've never...You know? But you're the most popular guy at school. You must have had dozen of chances to.
Philip: No, no, I-I've always known that when the right girl came along, you know, I-I'd feel it and you're that girl, Chloe. I'm sorry, Cynthia.
Cynthia: Sorry? What --
Philip: This whole night was a mistake.
Cynthia: Oh, nice. Thanks.
Philip: Here. Here. Put this on.
Philip: Come on. Come on.
Cynthia: You don't know what you're missing.
Philip: I know. I'm sorry. I'm going to get going now. I'll call you.
Cynthia: Ha. Yeah. Like I believe that. I wonder what Chloe will say when I tell her the details.
Chloe: I was coming to see you.
Brady: Why did you want to see me?
Chloe: Because I messed up. I didn't mean to leave you behind at the theater, but they kicked me out.
Brady: Who kicked you out?
Chloe: The movie theater people -- the manager. All I wanted was some popcorn, but I ran into Philip and we got into this huge fight and they threw us out of there.
Brady: Well, Chloe, if you left with Philip, why did I find you alone tonight?
Chloe: I didn't leave with Philip. He took off with Cynthia and I went looking for you, but you were already gone.
Brady: Chloe, I-I...
Chloe: And as if I didn't feel bad enough as it was, I ran into Belle and she raked me over the coals for walking out on you. I tried to explain to her what happened, but she just wouldn't listen. You know, so many people say that Belle is so sweet, but, man, she totally ripped into me. I don't know. For some reason, she must love you.
Brady: Well, there's no accounting for some people's taste.
Chloe: You're not kidding.
Brady: Why didn't you take a cab home or something?
Chloe: I didn't have any money left.
Brady: Well, you didn't have to buy that extra-large tub of popcorn, you know.
Chloe: Are you implying that I eat too much?
Brady: Eat all you want, honey, but if I'm paying, you're on a diet.
Brady: Hey, listen to me. Take care of yourself, all right? I do not want to see you getting hurt, whether it be Philip or those jerks on the street tonight.
Chloe: I was really hurt tonight when I saw Philip with Cynthia. I wish I didn't feel that way, but I guess I still do. But...I'm getting better and stronger. I really am, Brady.. I mean, if Philip had asked me to leave with him tonight, I wouldn't have because I would have never run out on my best friend. Things were getting pretty dull around here. And here. And here.
Maggie: Okay, I hope you're hungry.
John: Aren't you supposed to have something in those glasses?
Maggie: All in good time. Now your dinner's being served by our new waiter. Miguel?
Mickey: Ha ha ha. We got to have a little fun here. Eat up, muchachas.
Hope: Oh, my gosh.
John: Tacos? What's up with the tacos? Since when did Tuscany become a Mexican restaurant?
Hope: No complaints here. I'll eat them if you don't want them.
John: I want know what you did with my wife. Where's my wife?
Mickey: I was just getting to that -- she's, uh...
John: Hey, sweetheart. Honey, what did you make?
Marlena: Don't worry -- not a thing.
Mickey: The chef is none other than Salem's own Bo Brady.
Hope: Oh, really?
John: You made this?
Bo: Uh-huh. Well, not all of it. I can take credit for the guacamole, and it rocks.
Mickey: And -- and -- and I was watching him very closely.
Hope: Oh, yeah, huh? Come here, Brady.
Mickey: Ha ha.
Hope: What, are you two into Mexican food these days or what?
Mickey: Well, let's just say we're kind of gearing up to be. See, I came into a chunk of change, and, uh, so I think that it's enough to take my bride on her dream trip...
Maggie: To Mexico! Isn't it fabulous?
Marlena: Maggie has always wanted to go to a Mexican Villa.
Hope: Maggie, you're going to love it. It is so romantic.
Mickey: Yeah, and Iím -- I'm determined to wait on her hand and foot, and that includes cooking for her on the staff's day off.
Maggie: A staff? I have a staff. Oh, Mickey.
Mickey: Oh, well, but you deserve it.
Maggie: Spoil me so much.
Mickey: But it goes without saying, my cooking skills are limited to watching Emeril on TV so I-I hornswoggled your husband into giving me a few precious tips.
Marlena: Mmm. Goodness. Yum.
John: Listen, I've seen you barbecue, , but I just didn't know you were this into cooking.
Bo: Well, it's self-defense, really. I married a woman whose talents lie....Outside the kitchen.
Hope: I can't believe you said that.
Bo: Now on this food, it's not low-fat or low-cholesterol or anything, but it's finger-licking good. So eat up. Let's party.
John: Hey, hey. This is great. This is great. You know, this really takes me back. It takes me back to when the kids were just kids. You guys threw a party for Shawn.
Hope: Yes, oh, honey, do you remember?
Hope: Do you remember when Shawn was our little Shawn-D -- Shawn Douglas Brady?
Bo: Here she goes. Somebody get the tissues out.
Hope: Oh, stop it.
Marlena: No, come on. I know exactly how she feels.
John: Listen, no, no, the point that I was making was it was a Mexican theme party --
Maggie: That's right. I remember that.
John: And you two brought the pi—ata.
Hope: The pi—ata. Oh, remember the pi—ata?
John: All the kids took a turn --
bo: I had forgotten completely about that.
John: They all lined up and one at a time they just whacked that thing. They kept whacking it. What were they hitting that thing with? What was it?
Marlena: It was a mop handle.
John: It was a mop handle, and they kept hitting it and they couldn't break it open.
Bo: It was made of steel or something. They were hitting that thing for about a half hour. You took a crack at it.
John: You took a crack at it, too. So did you -- you hit it. We all beat the hell out of that thing and we couldn't break it open. Then the kids all started crying.
Marlena: Somebody -- somebody jumped up and down on it. Who was that?
Hope: Oh, uh...
Bo: Lexie finally broke it open and got to the candy.
Hope: Okay, to the pi—ata.
Maggie: To the pi—ata, hey.
Hope: Cheers, cheers, cheers.
Marlena: Minus the major players here, Abe and Lexie -- have you seen them?
Hope: No, I haven't.
Mickey: Well, we'll be seeing them soon at -- at the party that Lexie's throwing in your honor. Right, Hope?
Mickey: Kind of hard to imagine, though, having a whale of a time at Stefano DiMera's house.
Bo: Oh, boy.
Marlena: I agree with Mickey, but right now Lexie is calling that home. She's throwing a party to honor Hope. She's a good girl, regardless of who her father is. We need to keep that in mind.
Brady: Well, Chloe, Iím -- I'm honored that you see me as your best friend, but... What exactly does that mean in cold, hard currency? I mean, what is being your best friend going to get me, huh?
Chloe: Well, for one thing, I guess I'll tell you when you're being egotistical, opinionated, irritating, annoying --
Brady: I do have some good qualities, you know.
Chloe: Name one.
Brady: I kick major butt.
Chloe: Yeah. Thank goodness for me that you do. And you also know what makes a good singer. I was hoping that, as my best friend, that you could maybe help me become one by showing me how to connect my voice to...
Brady: To your soul, which, by the way, Chloe, I see as a thing of great beauty, and someday, you will feel safe enough to let the world see that beauty that you have inside and to also hear it through that miraculous voice of yours.
Chloe: What does it feel like, Brady... To be able to open yourself up like that?
Brady: It's incredible. Makes you feel free... Open... Giving. It's the closest thing I can think of to making love.
Philip: Hey, hey, no, no, no. You cannot tell Chloe.
Cynthia: I can tell anyone I want. But I wonít. I'm not into blabbing about who I sleep with, especially not a guy who's stupid enough to quit before the main event. Aren't you forgetting something?
Philip: I am? Oh.
Cynthia: Ha ha. Not that. This.
Philip: Thanks. Bye.
Cynthia: Cute... But a jerk.
Mickey: To our second honey-- no. Or is it our third honeymoon?
Maggie: Oh, stop it!
Marlena: Here's to love.
Hope: And marriage.
Bo: And parenting.
Marlena: And to our children. To all of our children.
Maggie: Oh, Iím going to cry.
Bo: Well, help yourself.
Hope: Here's a napkin.
Maggie: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Enough of this. Enough of this. Come on -- this is not a Mexican party until we dance.
Marlena: Go, girl!
Hope: I think they might make a lot of memories tonight.
Bo: I think you're right. Let's go dancing.
[All cheering and laughing]
Belle: Someone I care about told me I need to wait until I'm ready, and I'm not. Not tonight. Is that okay?
Shawn-D: Yeah. Anything you want. So, uh, maybe I should just stay right here, okay?
Belle: You know, I was thinking -- if kissing you is that amazing, I can't imagine what...
Shawn-D: Yeah. Me too.
Philip: I'm such a jerk. If Chloe ever finds out I went that far with another girl, she's never going to forgive me. That'll be the end of us... Forever.
Chloe: It's always interesting to get feedback from other singers.
Brady: There you go again -- shutting me out, shutting me down.
Chloe: I'm not.
Brady: Yes, you are. Chloe, you play so many different roles to avoid just being yourself. Like this past year, dating Philip, you played the greatest role of all -- you were the quarterback's girlfriend, high school princess, what every girl wants to be, instead of being what you want to be -- an artist. And you know what? You may have some time to do that now that Philip is seeing miss easy.
Chloe: I've heard rumors about Cynthia, but Philip would never really get involved with a girl like that.
Brady: I don't know. She may be hard to resist.
Chloe: I know Philip. He would never be intimate with a girl like her.
Brady: Well, you got me convinced Iím going to head to church first thing in the morning and put Philip's name up for sainthood.
Chloe: Uh, remember, I had to tell you when you were being annoying?
Brady: Does that mean I can't be your best friend anymore?
Chloe: In fact, I shouldn't even be telling you this, but I'm going to make you a promise, Brady -- someday, in the not-too-distant future, I'm going to repay you for rescuing me tonight.
Brady: Really? And what will my reward be?
Chloe: I'm going to sing for you with the same openness and passion that you sang for me.
Brady: Well, then, we better put in some long hours together.
Chloe: Well, that won't be difficult now that we're best friends.
Brady: You're right.
Chloe: You know what I feel like doing?
Brady: What's that?
Chloe: I want to... Reach out and grab the brightest star in the sky.
Chloe: Will you give me a push?
Brady: Yeah, why not?
Brady: You ready?
Brady: Brightest star, huh?