Days Transcript Thursday 12/6/01



Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 12/6/01

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Proofread By Niki

Abby: Daddy, you look so funny.

Jennifer: You know why, baby? That's because your daddy likes to do everything the hard way.

Jack: It is not the hard way. It is the expedient, efficient way. I'll have you know that I can blow dry my entire head of hair in 2 minutes and 42 seconds, give or take a power outage.

Jennifer: Well, you know what? I need it now. Your time is up.

Jack: Abigail, my method for blow-drying hair is scientifically correct.

Jennifer: You know what? I have a great idea. Why don't you get your own hair dryer, and you can use whatever method you want and take as long as you want?

Abby: Yay!

Jack and Jennifer: What?

Abby: This is how you always used to act when you were getting ready to go out together. It's just like when you were married.

Nancy: Chloe. Sweetheart, did you find a dress? You know, we do not want to be late for this party.

Chloe: I've changed my mind. I'm not going.

Brady: My, Belle, you look terrible.

Belle: Thank you, and don't you look especially rotten yourself? My brother is without a doubt the most gorgeous man in Salem.

Brady: You know, I can top that. Not only is my sister a babe, but she's the nicest, coolest girl I know.

Belle: Yeah. Oh, Brady, I have a feeling tonight's going to be so special for all of us.

Hope: Oh, Bo, please, for the last time, would you please come inside and get dressed? It is so late! Please!

Bo: There ought to be a law against looking so good.

Hope: Oh...

Bo: What? What did I do?

Shawn-D: Hey, mom's not kidding. She's seriously upset.

Bo: Serious, hmm?

Bo: How is it possible that you just get more beautiful every day?

Hope: Bo, I am the guest of honor at this party, and you are doing everything you possibly can to make me late. Now why is that? Why do you want to ruin this evening for me?

John: Ahh...Aah!

Marlena: Ruff!

John: Ahh.

Marlena: There. Perfect.

John: Thank you.

Marlena: Mm. You know, I'm more and more convinced that all men are born missing the bow tie gene. Yes, siree, Bob. Good thing for you, you married a woman who is so good at everything.

John: [Sighs]

Marlena: Still pretty excited about going to the party tonight, eh?

John: I wish to hell we didn't have to go to this thing.

Marlena: How can we not go? The party is honoring Hope.

John: Yeah, and she shouldn't be going, either. In fact, she should be the last one to go.

Marlena: John, it's only a party. What could possibly go wrong?

John: Not what could happen. What is going to happen. There's not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

Lexie: Good. Perfect.

Lexie: Mm-hmm. No, these flower arrangements go outside, not inside.

Man: Yes, Mrs. Carver.

Lexie: I said keep the French doors open!

Woman: Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say.

Lexie: No, no. How many times do I have to tell you? Cognac glasses are not to be put out until later this evening!

Man #2: Yes, ma'am.

Abe: Lex, Lex, Lex, lighten up, huh? It's just a party.

Lexie: Well, maybe to you.

Abe: You know, you're making the staff really tense. Can't you see that?

Lexie: I don't care, Abe. I can't have anything go wrong. Tonight is too important.

Abe: All right. What aren't you telling me? What's tonight really about?

Bart: Good. Fine. Swell. Perfect.

Rolf: Are you checking thoroughly, Bart?

Bart: Yeah, I致e been up all night gawking at this thing. I missed the "Three Stooges" marathon, thanks to you. Check, re-check, check.

Rolf: Do not make light of this, Bart. Alexandra's party will be the culmination of years and years of research and experimentation. If everything goes as I have envisioned, you will witness one of the greatest nights of my scientific life.

Bart: Great night for you. The all-time pits for a few other unsuspecting souls, right?

Rolf: Yes, quite true. For our charming guests dressed to the nines, this evening will be a nightmare they will never forget.

Bo: Why would I want to ruin your evening?

Hope: You tell me.

Bo: In my mind, you're not only the mom of the year, you're the mom of the millennium. I'm just not real crazy about being in a monkey suit all evening, but for you, my beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife, I'll do anything.

Shawn-D: Oh, what a guy.

Hope: You see how he operates? Now he's trying to make me feel guilty.

Bo: Well, you should.

Hope: Okay. I'm sorry. I'm an ingrate.

Bo: Mm-hmm.

Hope: How do you put up with me? Now go get ready, please!

Bo: Okay.

Hope: Please!

Bo: Shawn, start your stopwatch. If I知 not down here in 10 minutes, I will wash your hair for a week and give you a full body massage -- hot oil.

Shawn-D: Okay, all right, can you spare me the details?

Bo: Okay, get it going. Start that watch now!

Shawn-D: Ready, set, go, dad!

Brady: Mm. Uh, Belle, aren't you forgetting something?

Belle: My shoes? I just bought them. How could I forget them?

Brady: That's okay. You're all jazzed up about your date.

Belle: Why do you say that?

Brady: Because you always forget your shoes when you're really excited about something. Used to be birthdays and amusement parks, and now it's Shawn Brady.

Belle: I'm not a little kid anymore, Brady, and for the record, you took as long as I did to get ready.

Belle: Does this have anything to do with Chloe?

Brady: I'm worried about her, that's all.

Belle: Wonder if she found Philip.

Brady: I'm not sure, but I had a talk with him.

Belle: You guys didn't fight, did you?

Brady: No, no, I persuaded him to leave Chloe alone for now. She needs time to heal.

Belle: You know, Brady, as big a jerk as you can be sometimes, you're one of the sweetest guys I know... Next to Shawn, of course.

Brady: Ah, shucks, Belle. But FYI -- Guys don't like to be called sweet.

Belle: Shawn says that, too, but I don't care, 'cause that's what you are. I just wish more people knew it.

Marlena: Tell me why you're afraid, please.

John: I wish I could.

Marlena: All right, then tell me who you think is in danger. You said you had warned Bo and Hope?

John: Lexie has been acting very strange about a lot of things lately. I can't figure out why, but I just... For some reason, I -- I think she wants Hope to become Gina again.

Marlena: Why would she want that?

Brady: Is everything all right?

Marlena: Oh, what did you hear?

Belle: Something about Lexie wanting Hope to become Gina again. What's that about?

Bart: Yo, doc, everything's plugged in. You're good to go.

Rolf: Yes, I just want to make doubly sure we didn't miss anything when we transported the machine from my laboratory.

Bart: Don't worry, Rolfenstein. I've fully mastered the scientific principle that the male plug always goes in the female. [Laughs] By the way, who is Henrietta Capshaw?

Rolf: Where did you hear that name?

Bart: I -- let go!

Rolf: How dare you spy on me!

Bart: I wasn't! Honest! Let go! [Gasping] Is choking always your first option? Look, when you made me disconnect the TV so you could use the outlet, of course I had nothing else to do, so I started looking through the files. Saw this name Henrietta pop up under the heading "test subject." Also said a bunch of things about her being involved in a lot of experiments with a machine that sounded a lot like this one.

Rolf: If you are to continue living, you will tell no one about this file. What else did you read?

Bart: Not much after that. What ever happened to Henrietta?

Rolf: You really want to know?

Bart: You mean the -- the broad is... No longer amongst the living 'cause you used this particular machine -- the one you're gonna use on Hope?

Rolf: Never ask a question when you do not wish to hear the answer.

Lexie: I want the answer, Rolf, and I want it now.

Nancy: I don't understand. I thought you felt better after our talk.

Chloe: I did, but it didn't last. Look, I'm going to go make myself a sandwich.

Nancy: Oh, honey, wait. Look, I know you're feeling insecure about what happened with Philip, but that's why it's especially important for you to go to this party tonight, to show the world that you're happy just being who you are. Chloe, you don't have to be the girlfriend of some rich kid named Kiriakis to have fun or be confident. You are a beautiful, special person in your own right. Now I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for this party, and... and I really hope you're going to do the same thing.

Philip: "The social event of the season." Yeah, right. Well, I bet Chloe will be there. So will Brady. Jerk. Telling me to leave my girlfriend alone? Yeah, I'd love to know what Chloe thinks about that. Well, there's only one way to find out.

Jack: Abigail, sweetheart, let me explain something.

Jennifer: Yes.

Jack: We --

Jennifer: We are going to the party tonight together, of course. And you know what? Cousin Hope and Bo, they are going to be here any minute to pick us up. So will you grab my black shoes for me, the ones I always wear with that dress? They're in the closet..

Abby: Okay, I'll be right back.

Jennifer: Okay, thanks.

Jack: Why would you make her think that we're going to the party together? You know that I'm going with Greta.

Jennifer: Yes, and I am possibly meeting Brandon there. But you know what? Her hopes have been dashed so many times regarding us that I didn't want to do it to her tonight, Jack. And what difference does it make? She's never going to know.

Abby: Mommy, you look like the fairy princess in my storybook. You're so beautiful.

Jennifer: Oh, my goodness, you're so sweet.

Jack: So beautiful.

John: Look, I don't want to get into it right now. I think you both know all you need to know on the subject.

Belle: Dad --

John: That's it. No more questions on that subject. Now, why don't you just go on upstairs and get changed?

Belle: This is what I知 wearing.

John: Oh.

Belle: Oh, you don't like it?

John: No, I do. It's just that I thought, you know, that you would probably wear, you know, that pink dress, the one you wore at Gary and Linda's wedding.

Belle: I was 10 at that wedding.

John: No way.

Belle: Yeah. Look at me. I'm practically ready to have a wedding of my own.

Brady: Oh!

Belle: I just like to say stuff like that to see Dad turn pale.

John: Yeah, yeah, like look at the blood drain out of my head. That's not funny! (everyone laughs)

Marlena: Daddy's having a hard time letting his little girl go, isn't he?

John: As if you're not mommy.

Marlena: No, no. I am, too. But I'm comforted knowing that she is so mature and -- and responsible.

Belle: Thanks, mom.

Marlena: And so beautiful.

Brady: And not a word about me.

Marlena: You're okay.

Belle: Not as great as I am, so it's all right, Brady.

Brady: Oh, yes, well, I am much smarter, so we're even.

Marlena: Look, why don't we go? I don't want to be late, okay?

John: That's a good idea.

Belle: I'll meet you there. Shawn's going to come pick me up.

John: Why don't you just come with us? You can meet him there.

Belle: Dad, that would be lame.

Marlena: What were you thinking, dad?

John: I suppose you don't want to come with us, either, right?

Brady: Oh, no, dad, that would be lame.

John: Yeah, I guess, I guess. Well, hey, stick with me. I got a lot of lame ideas where that one came from.

Brady: Yes, well, before everything goes downhill, I think I'm gonna get out of here.

Belle: See you later, Brady.

Brady: I'll see you all later.

John: Be careful, son.

Brady: You got it.

John: Okay, now, what was up with that very mature, very responsible daughter comment? Hmm?

Belle: What is he talking about?

John: No, no, no, no. Just before -- come on, Marlena -- you said you were comforted by how responsible Belle was.

Marlena: Did I? Well, Belle is very mature, so what would be up with that?

John: No, no. Stop it. Come on, I saw the little look the two of you gave each other.

Belle: Okay, if there was a look, it's because mom and I had a conversation earlier, and she wanted to know what's going on with me.

John: Going on?

Belle: Yeah, with Shawn. She wanted to know if he and I were making mad, passionate love.

Shawn-D: 5...4...3...

Bo: I'm ready!

Shawn-D: ...1!

Bo: I'm ready. Stop that clock.

Shawn-D: Way to go, dad. This is fantastic, 'cause now I can leave. Mom, you look beautiful as usual.

Hope: Thank you, honey.

Shawn-D: I will see you tonight. Dad, you look beautiful.

Bo: Yeah. See you tonight.

Hope: Uh, yes, because we'll find you, sweetie. Come here, Brady.

Bo: So? You impressed?

Hope: If I wanted to be a really bad sport about this, I could take points off for wet hair.

Bo: Hope --

Hope: But I致e decided to be a gracious loser.

Bo: You're all heart.

Hope: Ah, yes, I am.

Bo: I have a confession to make.

Hope: Go on.

Bo: I was dragging my feet about getting ready.

Hope: No? You're kidding?

Bo: No, I知 not, honest. I, um, I said it was important to chop the wood so we'd have a nice cozy home, but, um... I was just using that as an excuse because I... Really didn't want to go to the party tonight. And I feel bad about that, because, as you've reminded me about a thousand times, this is very important to you. You're the guest of honor this evening. But still, I --

Hope: You what? What? Bo, get to the point.

Bo: I agree with John about not going tonight. I mean, what if he's right? What if something bad happened tonight?

Rolf: Alexandra, you misheard. The person Bart is speaking of was a minor employee dismissed years ago.

Bart: Real thief, that one. She's lucky we didn't call the fuzz on her.

Lexie: I don't believe you -- either of you.

Rolf: Alexandra, I assure you --

Lexie: I am sick of your assurances. Hope is my friend, and I won't let you aim that thing at her if there's a chance -- even a tiny one -- that it could cost her, her life. God.

Rolf: Yes, but there is no way that anything --

Lexie: Operation bring back Gina is off unless you can convince me that's safe.

Rolf: Then that is exactly what I will do. Uh, Bart, sit over there.

Bart: Me?

Rolf: Yes, you. Is anyone else in this room?

Bart: Well, Lexie's --

Rolf: Oh, shut up and sit.

Bart: Hey, boss, what are -- hey, uh... Why are you pointing that thing at me? Ha ha. I mean, wait a minute. Don't try to turn me into Princess Gina. Okay, I know she was rich, I know she was beautiful, but I'm really happy being a guy, okay? Um, life's not a bowl of cherries, but I got a, a good singing voice --

Rolf: Oh, quiet! You know the man is a moron, don't you?

Lexie: Why? What are you going to do to him?

Rolf: Watch closely. What happens to Bart now is precisely what will happen to Hope later on this evening, hmm?

Bart: Boss, don't do this! That thing could fry my brain like an egg! -

Rolf: What brain?

Bart: Or it could turn me into another species altogether. I mean, a Labrador Retriever, a Shih Tzu. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, I like dogs. Dogs are good. Dogs are fine --

Rolf: Hold still!

Bart: Boss, no. Please, I'm too young to die!

Lexie: Oh, my God!

We will return for the second half of "Days of Our Lives" in just a moment.

Abby: Mommy, what are these?

Jennifer: [Laughs] Oh, my goodness, baby. Those are things that mommy does not wear anymore.

Jack: [Thinking] I remember the night you did... What are those furry things growing out of your face? You'll scare the child.

Jennifer: I will have you know the saleswoman said these look perfect on me.

Jack: Well, where do these saleswomen come from -- Transylvania? And you said that I'm weird because I dry my hair funny.

Jennifer: You know what? You need to take that back, though, because I look fabulous and everyone is wearing them.

Jack: I'm not married to everyone, and you don't need all of that makeup either. You're beautiful just the way you are.

Jennifer: Wow, I should have bought these a long time ago.

Jack: Why?

Jennifer: You haven't called me beautiful since long before we were married.

Jack: That's ridiculous. What, are you keeping score?

Jennifer: Well, I never meant to, but then it occurred to me there's no score to keep.

Jack: [Thinking] It's not just now. I've always been a jerk.

Chloe: Brady, hi. Uh, come in.

Brady: Hi, Chloe. I'm sorry. I know I should have called.

Chloe: Uh, what's going on? Why are you here?

Brady: Have you, by any chance, talked to Philip?

Chloe: No, I changed my mind.

Brady: Good, because I -- I talked to him for you.

Chloe: What did you say?

Brady: I told Philip to stay away from you.

Belle: Dad, chill. I just meant that... Mom, helped me out.

Marlena: No, you're on your own.

Belle: Good. Fine. Dad, I was just trying to explain what mom and I were talking about, without getting all heavy and serious, but I guess it came off sounding kind of casual about something that's not casual -- and I know it's not -- which is why mom said I was responsible. So, you know, just don't worry. Everything's cool.

John: Well, I hope so because if I were to find out otherwise, things would get... Very uncool, very quickly.

[Doorbell rings]

John: Got it. Whatever you're selling, we're not buying.

Belle: No, he's just joking. Come on in.

Shawn-D: Hello. Dr. Evans, you look great.

Marlena: Oh, thank you.

Shawn-D: You do, too, Belle.

Belle: Thank you.

Marlena: And you're looking very handsome yourself tonight.

John: Hey, why don't you kids go with us, huh?

Marlena: On second thought, I'd like to be alone with my date tonight.

Belle: Bye.

Marlena: Good night.

John: Bye.

Marlena: Don't they look so sweet together? John?

John: Sweetheart, I want you to promise me something.

Marlena: Hmm?

John: No matter what happens tonight, no matter what anybody says or does to make you doubt it, I want you to promise me that you will always believe that I love you.

Rolf: I-I don't understand. When the machine is properly calibrated, it's virtually impossible for a side effect of this nature.

Lexie: Side effect? Rolf, death isn't a side effect. It's a crime.

Bart: She's right, Rolfenstein. It'll get you 25 to life.

Rolf: You...

Bart: Ha ha. Gotcha! Oh, boy, did I have you going. You should see -- ha ha -- look at the look on your face.

Rolf: You idiot! We don't have time for your nonsense.

Bart: Hey, somebody had to break the tension. Okay. Okay, Rolf. Hit me again.

Rolf: All right, Bart. Why don't you recite something from Shakespeare?

Rolf: How about the last verse from the St. Crispin's Day speech, hmm?

Bart: "Henry v," act IV, scene III, penned by William Shakespeare in 1599. "We few -- we happy few -- we band of brothers! For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile, let this day gentle his condition --"

Rolf: Yeah, yeah, yeah, enough, enough, enough. We get the point. Well?

Lexie: I can't believe it.

Rolf: I trust there is no need to reiterate that such a speech would never find its way into Bart's natural memory, hmm? It is implanted, and it can be activated at any time as you've just seen.

Lexie: What about the real Bart?

Rolf: Bart, um, what time are "The Powerpuff Girls" on?

Bart: 7:00, 10:00, and again at 3:00. The big-eyed cuties rock.

Rolf: You see? Ralph Fiennes one moment, the village idiot the next. It is possible. It can be done. It will be done.

Lexie: All right. Go ahead. You just make sure nothing goes wrong when you turn that thing on Hope.

Rolf: Oh, you nincompoop. You almost ruined everything.

Bart: What did I do?

Rolf: What did you do? You deviated from our script with that ludicrous fake death.

Bart: Yeah, but she bought it, boss -- hook, line, and sinker.

Rolf: Keep your voice down, would you?

Bart: You don't know if this baby will work or not, do you?

Rolf: She won't find out.

Bart: Yeah, well, maybe not, but what if somebody else does, all right, like that blackmailing Barbie Doll or John?

Rolf: Don't worry. There are armed guards all around the property. Lexie thinks they answer to her, but her orders are superceded by my own.

Bart: Whoa, your own private death squad, huh?

Rolf: Every name on that guest list is a potential disaster for us, Bart.. That is why I am ready -- ready for them all.

Hope: You know, it's bad enough that John is always on Lexie's case, but now you're starting, too?

Bo: Didn't mean to upset you.

Hope: Well, you know what? You did upset me. So stop it. Please? Bo, we are going to a party hosted by my best friend. How could anything go wrong? Besides, like you've always said, if I fall --

Bo: I'll be there to catch you.

Hope: Exactly.

Bo: I don't like being at the DiMera mansion under any circumstances.

Hope: Mmm.

Bo: What?

Hope: Oh, I love the way you smell -- fresh out of the shower.

Bo: Hope, come on. Hey. Y-you're -- you're the one that's in a rush.

Hope: True.

Bo: Hmm. You know, we do have, like, five minutes, don't we?

Hope: Are you kidding? 5 will turn into 30.

Bo: 60, if you're lucky.

Rolf: Tonight, we will find out what Alexandra is really made of. Will she remain the sweet Dr. Alexandra Carver, wife of the Police Commander, or will she accept her rightful place in the world as the daughter of Stefano DiMera -- a true DiMera?

Lexie: You, why are you standing here? Go to the kitchen. Go to the kitchen now. Go to the kitchen, please. Please, you -- take this outside -- outside. Out. Now, now, now, now.

Eliana: Dr. Carver?

Lexie: Yes?

Eliana: I almost forgot. This came for you earlier.

Lexie: Really?

Lexie: Wow. Ha ha.

Lexie: Oh, wow. It's magnificent. It's so unusual.

Eliana: The man who delivered it said that it was to remind you of how special you are.

Lexie: Oh.

Abe: Well, I tell you something, he is out like a light. I didn't even get to finish reading him his favorite bedtime story.

Lexie: Thank you so much for my wonderful gift.

Abe: Huh?

Lexie: This -- it's just... Honey, it's perfect. It's -- it's just what I needed.

Abe: Well, uh -- ha ha -- uh, I'm embarrassed, uh, I mean, it's a great idea, but -- but I didn't send you a gift.

Lexie: Well, then who did?

Jack: I-I知 sorry.

Jennifer: For making fun of my makeup? Don't be.

Jack: That's not why. I am sorry beca-- I can't talk to you with those caterpillars on your eyes. Please just --

Jennifer: Aah... Go ahead.

Jack: Ahh.

Jennifer: Ow. Okay.

Jack: I'm sorry. But that's the Jennifer I married. The most beautiful woman in the world. That smile, that skin...

Jennifer: Don't overdo it.

Jack: I don't say that enough. I know, I know. But I-I assumed you know. You got eyes, right?

Jennifer: Mm-hmm. I do. And I have ears, too.

Jack: And you need to hear certain things, I know, I know, but I-I'm a guy. I forget. We do that. But I'll tell you what, I am going to keep these furry creatures.

Jennifer: Ha ha ha.

Jack: And when I look at them, I'm going to remember -- I'm going to remember to say how beautiful you are.

Jennifer: Well, as far as romantic souvenirs go, I think that's a little weird, but, you know, you're weird... And you're great, and you're all mine. Oh, oh, oh, sweetie.

Jack: I...

Jennifer: Are you okay? Baby, hello, you sweet angel. Yeah. You're such a good girl. Yeah. What?

Jack: Shh... Come here. One other thing. I love you. I'll always love you.

Jack: I'm just going to return these barrettes, and, uh, oh, ha ha ha. What have we here?

Jennifer: W-what are you doing?

Jack: Just thinking about the first time you brought these little creatures home. I don't suppose you remember.

Jennifer: Of course I do. How could I forget?

Chloe: This is between Philip and me. You had no right to interfere.

Brady: This is not the reaction I expected.

Chloe: I'm sorry I'm upset. It's just that Philip and I were together for over a year.

Brady: Chloe, you say that like you want to take him back. Do you?

Chloe: Well, I can't just throw away everything we had.

Brady: Fine. I guess there's nothing left to say.

Rolf: Alexandra, I need a moment of your time, please.

Lexie: Um, Abe, honey, would you be a dear and check that the lanterns are lit in the backyard, please?

Abe: Yeah. Sure, no problem.

Lexie: Thanks, honey.

Rolf: Alexandra, I have been watching you on the monitor. Please just stay calm. Be in control.

Lexie: Rolf, I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I have what it takes to pull off what I have to do tonight.

Rolf: Look, Alexandra, look at your gift more closely. When lifted to the light, the design is visible.

Lexie: It's a Phoenix.

Rolf: Mm. Consumed by its own fire, the Phoenix will ultimately rise again.

Lexie: It's my father's symbol.

Rolf: Yes. Stefano's way of letting you know that you are a DiMera, just like him. What he can do, you can do.

Jack: You remember?

Jennifer: I need to finish getting dressed. Get out of here now. Scram, go, go, out, out.

Jack: Okay.

Abby: I'll help you get dressed, daddy.

Jack: I'm glad you remember. Come on, let's go.

Jennifer: Oh, who knows? Maybe we can work this out.

Chloe: Brady, wait. Don't leave this way.

Brady: You're playing games with me, Chloe.

Chloe: I would never do that. Not to my best friend.

Brady: Well, I guess I知 your friend. I'm in it for the long haul. No matter what happens, I won't let you down.

Chloe: Thank you.

Brady: I'll see you at the party.

Philip: We will talk, Chloe -- Brady or no Brady. And afterwards, who knows? On a night like this, anything could happen.

Belle: You are messing me up. Do you realize how long it took me to get ready for this party?

Shawn-D: I got a pretty good idea.

Belle: This is going to be so much fun.

Shawn-D: Hey, anyplace with you is fun. And I absolutely love the way you look.

Belle: Really?

Shawn-D: Yeah, let me show you how much.

Belle: Ha ha.

Hope: I'll tell you what.

Bo: Huh.

Hope: If we leave for the party right now, I will make your every fantasy come true after the party.

Bo: Ooh. That'll help cut through the boredom. I'll just keep thinking about what's going to happen after the party.

Hope: I love you, Brady.

Bo: And I love you, Fancy Face. Where do you think you're going?

Glen: Why are you so dead set on going to this party, Barb? Why don't we just take the money that Lexie's already given us, and go home?

Barb: I'm not leaving Salem till Lexie does right by us.

Glen: Lexie's husband is the Police Commander. He might accuse us of blackmail. We could go to jail, Barb.

Barb: Honey, if anybody ends up behind bars, it's going to be them, not us. You have no idea how evil they are, Glenny.

Glen: And you do? What aren't you telling me, Barb?

Barb: It's just a figure of speech, hon. God, you look hot tonight. You're going to put all those stuffed-shirt phonies to shame.

Glen: I don't know about this. I feel like we're walking into the lion's den.

Barb: And tomorrow, I知 going to buy you a real one of these and anything else you want. 'Cause tonight, I'm not leaving that DiMera mansion until we finally get what we deserve.

Marlena: Honey, can we think positively about this place? Let's try to focus on all the people we care about that will be here, not to mention Sami and Belle. You can't do it, can you?

John: Oh, I wish I could, Doc. But just standing here on DiMera's property has made that bad feeling I have a hell of a lot worse.

Bart: So, is Lexie going to be okay, Rolfsky? She seemed kind of jittery to me.

Rolf: No, she will be fine, Bart. She's a trouper and a DiMera. Tonight will prove that. Yes, I think it is ready. When Hope becomes Gina, all hell will break loose.

Lexie: [Thinking] I wish you were here tonight, Father. Hello. Come in.. Welcome to my home.

Marlena: Thank you.

Lexie: And to what I hope will be a night you'll never forget.

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