Brady: That it's not whether you win or lose but how you play the game?
Philip: Thanks for the tip. I'll remind you of that the next time I'm blowing you off the court.
Brady: Yeah, that's pretty funny. Have you seen your girlfriend?
Philip: Shouldn't I be asking you?
Brady: Not that it's any of your business, but I haven't seen Chloe in quite some time.
Philip: Yeah, right. I know you want her, Brady. What I need to know is, is what does Chloe want?
Nancy: May I come in? Sweetheart, you know that I am thrilled to have you around the house so much more now, but can we have a little girl talk? I'd love to know what's going on in that head of yours.
Chloe: So would I, Nancy. So would I.
Jack: Aah. Aah.
Jack: Did you know that the correct medical term for nosebleed is epistaxis? And it can be brought on by heightened levels of excitement. For instance, a sexual --
Jennifer: You are too much, Jack. Honestly.
Jack: Do you remember -- do you remember that time in Mozambique when we stayed in a hotel room for a week? I think we set a record for that trip.
Jennifer: Look, I don't know how you can be reminiscing like this after what we just did to Greta. We were playing tug of war with her life, and we had no right to do that.
Jack: Well, how do you think I feel? I'm practically ready to marry the girl, and here, my ex-wife is jumping all over her like she's a guest on "Jerry Springer."
Jennifer: Don't blame this on me. This is your fault, Jack.
Jack: I beg your pardon, but, uh, tug of war is a team sport.
Jennifer: You know what? You know what I mean. There is something going on. You and Greta have some little secret.
Jack: I-I think you may have sustained a head injury, as well.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah, nice try, Jack, but you know that I'm right, and you know what? The sooner Greta moves in here, the sooner I am going to find out what your little secret is.
Jack: Aha! Greta was right. You are in love with me, and you just proved it. Oh.
Greta: Jennifer is in love with Jack. She doesn't care that he's gay. She appreciates him as a person, for his charm, for his wit, for his intelligence. So, where do I fit in? Nowhere. I wish I could go home and put on my Lucy and Ricky PJ's and curl up on my comforter and hide from the world. But, no, I can't. I'm being evicted. First, I am loveless, and now I'm homeless.
Nicole: Finally. What took you so long?
Brandon: Nicky, I do have a life -- a job?
Nicole: I'm sorry. I just want to get this done as soon as possible.
Brandon: Look, are you sure this is even legal?
Nicole: Trust me. I mean, the last thing I would do is get you in any kind of trouble.
Brandon: But you don't mind making trouble for somebody else, now do you?
Nicole: Look, if you don't want to help, I will ask someone else.
Brandon: Did I say that? Come on, let's -- let's get this thing over with.
Nicole: Right behind you, brother dear. Ready for some fun?
Sami: Hey, let's get takeout.
Austin: Whoa, wait a second. Back up a little bit. What was that remark about putting you first? What was that about?
Sami: Is that such a bad thing?
Austin: It's just the way you said it -- like there's some sort of competition here. Do you believe that?
Sami: No, Austin, of course not. You know what? I was watching this talk show earlier, and it had this doctor, this psychologist on, and she was talking about how sometimes wives end up taking a back seat in the marriage when kids come along -- you know, little league and boy scouts and whatnot. And I just don't want that to happen to us.
Austin: Maybe it sounds like you're kind of projecting here. Besides, why does some TV psychologist tell us how to live our lives?
Sami: Oh, well, you're right. I mean, of course not. It's just that, well, I did think she had some valid points.
Austin: Look, Sami, you and Will and I -- I mean, we're going to do all that stuff together. What we do, we're going to do as a family.
Sami: I want that, too, Austin, but she is a doctor. I mean, she's an expert, right? She has all these cases on the subject, and so she was just saying that sometimes it has to be more than just a family, you know? I mean, for a marriage to function properly, the husband has to love the wife more than anything or anyone else.
Austin: Even more than their children?
Sami: Look, I'm just telling you what she said.
Austin: That sounds really lame, if you want to know the truth, okay? You love your wife, your kids, your family, your friends, whoever else in different ways, you know -- not more or less. What's your point -- that if we get married, I'm going to have to choose, I'm going to have to love you more than Will? Because if that's the case, then maybe we aren't ready for marriage after all, Sami.
Jennifer: Ha ha. This should be good, this should be good. Now, how did I just prove that I am still in love with you?
Jack: Greta hit the nail on the head earlier. You wouldn't be so concerned about my affair with her or so curious about my alleged secret if you weren't still nuts about me.
Jennifer: No. You see, "nuts" is what you are. And why do you care so much about my alleged love for you if you are allegedly so head over heels with Greta? Ha! See, you can't say that my interest in your alleged love life is a love indicator unless you're willing to admit that you're interest in my alleged love life is a love indicator.
Jack: First of all, your overuse of the words...
Jack and Jennifer: "Alleged."
Jack: And -- and "interest" in the same sentence are totally unacceptable from an ex-writer. Second, I never denied loving you. I merely moved on with a lovely girl who is far superior to the lowlife that you're flittering around with.
Jennifer: Ha ha ha ha! You crack me up.
Jennifer: That's just so -- so Jackian of you. But you know what? I am not going to be sidetracked into a discussion about Brandon Walker.
Jack: First, repetitive language, now you're spouting non-words. Next, you and Brandon will be grunting at each other.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah? Well, you know what? That's an idea that isn't altogether unappealing. Anyway, why do you care so much about my relationship with Brandon if you are so allegedly hot and heavy with Greta?
Jack: Not allegedly. I'll have you know that Greta and I have quite a vigorous love life.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah, right. That's why -- that's why there aren't even any vibes between you. There isn't even a hint of sexual chemistry, Jack.
Jack: You know what they say about behind closed doors.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah, right. You know, I can't even imagine you kissing Greta, let alone...You know. You know -- ha ha!
Jack: Frankly, I find I find your interest in my relationship with Greta downright... prurient, which I can only attribute to the cost of having spent way too much time with the likes of Brandon Walker.
Jennifer: Oh, that's right. Steer the conversation back to Brandon. Why don't you just admit it? You're jealous.
Jack: Au contraire. I feel sorry for you. In a misguided attempt to get over me, you have sunk to the lower depths, while I, on the other hand, have risen to new heights! You know, dating a princess may not make me a prince, but when I'm on Greta's arm, I certainly feel like one.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah? Well, don't get the tiara fitted yet, because your head is still in the developmental stage.
Jack: Hey, where are you going? Wait a minute!
Jennifer: I'm going to go help Greta pack. Because if she moves in tonight, that means by this time tomorrow, your little secret will be out in the open. I will get it out of her.
Jack: No, I'm going with you.
Jennifer: I'm not your chauffeur.
Jack: Why drive in separate cars? I cannot allow this kind of gas-guzzling, not in this economy.
Jennifer: Okay, Jack. You drive.
Jack: All right, I'll drive, and you wipe. [Thumping] [woman whispering inside]
Greta: Oh, my God. Someone's broken in to my apartment. What am I going to do?
Brady: What Chloe wants might be the burning question on the minds of a lot of high school jocks such as yourself, but it's not exactly keeping me awake at night.
Philip: Come on. I see the way you look at her.
Brady: All right, I may be only a year or two older than you, but I'm certainly not dead. Chloe is a very good-looking girl. No guy is going to walk by her without doing a double take.
Philip: I'm supposed to believe that?
Brady: I have no reason to lie to you.
Philip: So, you really haven't seen her?
Brady: For the last time, no.
Philip: All right, all right, I'm sorry. I just thought that you had a thing for her.
Brady: Fi -- I don't chase after girls. They chase after me.
Philip: Now, that's the egotistical Brady I know.
Brady: Now hang on a second. I can't help it if it's true. Maybe if you would hang with me a little bit more, you might learn something.
Philip: Ha ha. I don't need any help getting girls.
Brady: No, you donít. But hanging on to them -- that's a different story.
Philip: Chloe was the only one I wanted to hang on to.
Brady: You see, that's your problem. You're too possessive. Stuff like that drives girls crazy.
Philip: I have been acting a little whacked-out lately, haven't I?
Brady: You think? Now, that's putting it mildly, Philip. Come on, listen to me. I thought that you and Chloe were on the verge of getting back together. What happened?
Philip: Well, Chloe and I agreed to talk, but every time I see her, she says she isn't ready yet.
Brady: Well, that doesn't sound too promising, but, hey, look on the bright side. She says she wasn't ready yet.
Philip: Oh, yeah, get out of the way, I'll do a cartwheel.
Brady: Don't get all moody on me, man. Just stay positive.
Philip: But there is something I need to know. What exactly did go on last summer when you and Chloe spent all that time together?
Nancy: A little belly-rubbing and she's putty in my hands. Aren't you, baby?
Chloe: Yeah, well, don't get any ideas.
Nancy: Come on, sweetheart, talk to me. You know you want to.
Chloe: I don't know how to talk about this because I don't understand it.
Nancy: Well, they say that, um, two heads are better than one. Why don't you put it out there, and then we can see if we can make some sense of it together? It's about Philip, isn't it?
Chloe: I agreed to meet him to talk about our relationship, but I haven't quite gotten up the nerve.
Nancy: Hmm. Do you know why?
Chloe: I think I'm scared, partly because I've spent so much of my life hiding my feelings. And now I feel like if I let him, Philip can just make me forget all the bad things he's done to me, and then I'll just end up right back into the same relationship, the same vicious cycle of him being really nice to me for a while, but then being all jealous and fighting with everybody over me -- his father, Brady...
Nancy: Brady? Wait a minute. What does he have to do with this?
Sami: Austin, you totally misunderstood me. I'm not saying that I agreed with that talk show. I'm just telling you what they said, and -- and getting your opinion.
Austin: Yeah, well, it didn't sound that way to me. It sounded like you were giving me a warning, an ultimatum.
Sami: Well, if it sounded that way, I apologize, okay? I would certainly never try to dictate to you, Austin, and I know that love is not a competition.
Austin: Well, there was a time not so long ago when you didn't know that, Sami. All you did was manipulate, play games.
Sami: Well, I'm a different person now.
Austin: Are you sure?
Sami: How can you even ask me that?
Austin: When you start getting jealous over my feelings for Will, that really upsets me.
Sami: Austin, you are blowing this way out of proportion. Okay, I think you are going to be a great stepfather. You know what Will said to me earlier? He said that when he grows up, he wants to be just like you. And I think that if he is half the man that you are, we will have succeeded as parents.
Will: Uncle Austin, when are you going to take me to see my daddy?
Sami: What? Austin, I thought we agreed that I was going to be the one to take him to see Lucas.
Austin: Well --
Sami: Austin, he's my son, you know, and I get to decide what he does or doesn't do, not you.
Greta: Breathe, Greta. Breathe.
Greta: What are you doing here?
Jack: What are you doing, and why are you holding a giant wrench?
Greta: Shh! What does it look like I'm doing? I'm protecting myself. Someone's broken into my apartment.
Jennifer: Oh, my gosh. Greta.
Greta: I got this from the super's closet. It was either this, or a mop.
Jack: Well, did it ever occur to you to call the cops or maybe a doorman?
Greta: My cell phone is dead. Damn it, Jack, someone's in my apartment right now going through my personal belongings. I feel so invaded.
Jennifer: Oh, that's such a creepy feeling. Our house got broken into when I was a little girl.
Greta: Really? What did you do?
Jennifer: It was just awful. I mean, luckily we weren't there when it happened, but I'm telling you, you can't shake that feeling that someone still has been in your home.
Greta: I can totally relate. I hope that I am not overstating this, but my home, it's almost sacred to me.
Jennifer: You are not overstating it. I feel exactly the same way. I'm telling you, it's just horrible.
Jack: Look, I hate to break up this little coffee klatch, but someone is in your apartment. While you two are gabbing on like a couple of soccer moms, they could be stealing you blind. Now wake up! This is not a drill. It's the real McCoy. Stand back and let a man handle this.
Jennifer: What? What are you planning on doing?
Jennifer: Make sure --
Jack: I'm breaking down the door. What does it look like? You know, first impressions is everything. [Exhales] ah, eye...Ha... Ho! Ee! Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, oh! Aah!
Greta: Aah! Oh, my God!
Sami: Austin, how could you do this? How could you talk to him about it without even consulting me?
Austin: That's not what happened.
Sami: No, this is the first I've heard of it.
Will: But, Mommy --
Sami: No, Will, not right now, honey. So, Austin, why don't you explain this to me?
Austin: See you later. See you later.
Sami: Austin --
Sami: What is it, Will?
Will: It was my idea to go see daddy.
Sami: Oh, my goodness. You're saying that Austin didn't talk to you about it?
Sami: Oh, God. Oh, God, what have I just done?
Nicole: Greta --
Jack: Well, now that we've all established who we are, can we get back to the "what the hell are you doing here?" Question?
Greta: You have no right to be here.
Nicole: This is my apartment.
Greta: Yes, and I'm entitled to one more day!
Brandon: Nicky, I thought you said Greta knew about this.
Nicole: I told her I wanted to move in A.S.A.P.
Greta: You barely gave me enough time to pack!
Nicole: Which is exactly why I decided to do it for you.
Greta: You are some piece of work.
Nicole: Greta, relax. It's not like you don't have a place to sleep. I just wanted to start making some room in the closets.
Greta: You went in my bedroom and you touched my things, and you helped her?
Brandon: No, I did not.
Jack: You hear that? That's who you're having an affair with -- the underwear handler.
Jennifer: He didn't handle anything, Jack.
Nicole: You're having an affair with Jennifer?
Jack: That's right. My ex-wife and your little bro.
Jennifer: Would you stop, please?
Jack: She blushes so easily. Curse of the fair-haired, you know? And, of course, the princess here is with me.
Jennifer: Oh, yeah? Well, she may be with you, but she is not with you with you, Jack.
Jack: She is with me with me more than you'd like to think so think so. Come on, Greta, back me up. She's in denial.
Greta: I can't believe you had the nerve to pack my things.
Brandon: Greta, really, all I did was help Nicole bring over some of her own clothes.
Jennifer: If you have something going with Greta right now, why aren't you gazing into her eyes instead of standing here arguing with me?
Jack: I gaze into her eyes behind closed doors, thank you. I do have a little bit of class, you know?
Jennifer: Yeah, a little --
Nicole: Oh, my -- would everybody just shut up and listen? All right, first of all, my brother did not go through your precious things. He was just helping me wheel the racks.
Brandon: Thank you.
Nicole: And as far as your ex-husband's relationship with Greta -- ha -- I know exactly what that's all about, and it is high time that you knew, too.
Brady: Let's see here, Philip. I forgot the question.
Philip: Come on, Brady.
Brady: All right, it's coming back to me, it's coming back to me. Uh...What did I do last summer? That's it.
Philip: No, no, no. What did you and Chloe do last summer?
Brady: Oh, yeah, that's right, the two of us. Why did Chloe and I do last summer? For fun, you mean?
Philip: No, I want to know what your work habits are. Come on!
Brady: Erratic, at best. But the fun part, that was -- that was something else.
Philip: You're really gonna be a jerk about this, aren't you?
Brady: No. Just trying to remember. It was a long summer. Lots of things happened.
Philip: Name one.
Brady: There was the cruise.
Brady: You know, ship -- bon voyage.
Philip: What are you talking about?
Brady: Philip, I'm telling you, man, the Baltic is incredible. You've got St. Petersburg and Stockholm. Those Czars really knew how to live, I'm telling you.
Philip: You jerk.
Brady: Chloe ate it up. They had an opera house there, and they had acoustics that would just blow your mind.
Philip: Ha! You're being funny.
Brady: Yeah, that's not even my "a" stuff, Philip.
Philip: Yeah, you're whole life's a standup routine, only nobody's laughing.
Brady: Chloe is. She gets it.
Philip: Gets what?
Brady: What I'm about.
Philip: Oh, she does, huh?
Brady: She did this summer.
Philip: Brady, I ask you a simple question, and you got to hand me all this bull.
Brady: All right. Okay, okay. "Summer 2001," by Brady Black.
Philip: Forget it.
Brady: All right, fine, I'll be serious. What did we do last summer? We did a bunch of things. We, uh... We spent a weekend in Chicago. They had a guy exhibition at the art institute there.
Philip: You're kidding?
Brady: No, I wouldn't kid about a guy.
Philip: You didn't spend a weekend in Chicago.
Philip: You didn't even go.
Brady: We didn't?
Philip: Maybe in your dreams.
Brady: We talked about it, though -- Chloe and I.
Philip: You didn't do much of anything last summer, did you?
Brady: Well, Philip, that all depends on how you define "much of anything." I mean, would walks in the park count? Reading poetry to each other? Spending a day at the zoo? Skinny-dipping up at Hanson Creek?
Philip: See, now I know you're lying. Chloe would never go skinny-dipping.
Brady: You're right. She wouldn't.
Philip: You're just making up all this stuff to make me mad.
Brady: Oh, my God! All right, that's it. Philip, you're thinking there's some kind of big conspiracy against you, like every guy in America wakes up with one single goal -- to steal Philip Kiriakis' girlfriend.
Philip: We're not talking about every guy, Brady. Only you.
Brady: All right. You know what we did last summer? We hung out. While you were down playing "Survivor" in Puerto Rico, she was bored out of her mind, so I picked her up, we went for a few drives... We even went bowling together.
Chloe: Ooh, I like this pink one.
Brady: But you can't go for color. You got to go for fit and feel. See how I do that? Now you try.
Chloe: Ooh, purple.
Brady: No, no, no, no. Put your middle finger and your ring finger in the top two holes. There you go. Thumb in the bottom. Turn it over. How's that feel?
Brady: Mm...Great. Take the ball and shoes, and I'll be right over.
Brady: Okay. [Pins crash]
Chloe: I just love that sound, don't you?
Brady: It's okay, I guess. All right, listen, you're gonna keep score today.
Chloe: What? I don't know how to keep score. I've never played this, remember?
Brady: Chloe, I'm here to teach you how.
Chloe: Okay, whatever. All right. I think I'm almost ready. There. Now point me to that gutter.
Brady: It's gonna be kind of difficult to get the ball there right away. I realize this is your first time.
Chloe: Yeah, well, I'm pretty athletic. Not like that guy. How can he be so happy about being bad?
Brady: I don't know.
Chloe: Well, wish me luck.
Chloe: Not again!
Man: Nice one.
Chloe: Please. It didn't go anywhere near where it was supposed to go -- the gutter.
Man: Who told you that?
Brady: [Sighs] Listen, I really didn't mean to --
Brady: When did you catch on?
Chloe: When you were in the men's room. I can't believe you lied to me. I can't believe you're so good at it.
Brady: Look who's talking!
Chloe: Yeah, I am good, aren't I? At bowling, I mean.
Brady: And modest, too.
Chloe: I've never known anyone like you.
Brady: I know.
Brady: And that's the truth. That's it. I kept her company. We had a few laughs, we had a few okay times, that's it. And bottom line -- she's back in high school where she belongs, and I'm where I belong.
Brady: Yes. You heard me, Philip.
Philip: So you're really not interested in Chloe? You wouldn't date her if you had a chance?
Brady: What's with this third degree?
Philip: I want an answer, Brady! I need an answer! If you knew Chloe would say yes if you asked her out, would you?
Chloe: I only mentioned Brady because, well, he never approved of my relationship with Philip.
Nancy: Hmm. Maybe he was jealous.
Chloe: No. Why would he be? I mean, Brady and I are just friends. He doesn't care enough to be jealous.
Nancy: Could you be wrong about that? I mean, sure, it's a friendship now, but maybe -- maybe it could turn into something more. It's obvious that you like each other. I mean, what first attracted you to each other? What made you friends?
Chloe: Well, we have a lot in common. Brady really appreciates music. He's funny, intelligent, honest, and he's also fiercely independent. I mean, every time I actually thought that he was looking forward to spending some time with me, the next words out of his mouth would completely prove me wrong. He made it really obvious that he was only hanging out with me to be nice, almost like a favor.
Nancy: Oh, I see. He treats you like a kid that he can act older, wiser, and, oh, so sophisticated with.
Chloe: That is exactly what he does. He treats me like I'm some dreamy-eyed teenager who's throwing away her musical future on a romance with the rich high school quarterback.
Nancy: Is he right, Chloe? Sweetheart, is that what you've done? Is that why Craig and I never hear you singing around the house anymore, why you never talk about going to Julliard?
Chloe: I love music way too much to give it up for anyone, even someone I love.
Nancy: Then tell me why.
Chloe: Because... I don't feel like I'm good enough.
Nancy: Oh, sweetheart...
Chloe: Neither does Brady.
Nancy: What? He told you that? Who the hell does he think he is? Do you want to know what my advice is?
Nancy: Well, good, because you're going to hear it whether you like it or not. Look, there are two men in your life right now. One is possessive, immature, jealous, with a father who doesn't think you're good enough. And the other one -- Chloe, he can't be the friend you thought he was, not if he makes you doubt yourself. Sweetheart, you know what my advice is? I think you should just dump them both. [Knock on door]
Austin: Got to hand it to you, Sami, bringing Will with you -- real smart.
Sami: I don't know what you mean.
Austin: I'm going to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.
Sami: Austin, we have to talk about this.
Austin: I don't want to argue with you. I left because I was afraid of what I might say.
Sami: I understand that. But you're the one who's always telling me that there are bumps on the road of any relationship. We have to talk about it. I mean, otherwise, we're just shutting each other out.
Austin: Okay, we'll talk, only if you do as you promised.
Austin: The other day, you promised to take Will to see Lucas. So are you going to keep your promise?
Sami: Look, Austin, I know that I told Will that I would go, but --
Will: Mommy, you promised.
Sami: Will, this is really complicated, honey.
Will: No, it's not. I want to see my daddy, and when are you going to let me?
Jack: I barely even know you, lady. No way you could know anything about Greta and me.
Nicole: Wrong. A -- I know Greta all too well. And B -- it takes about 10 seconds to figure you all out there, Ace.
Jack: I thoroughly resent the implications that--
Nicole: So, let's start with you. You have a princess complex, need to be on a pedestal -- admired, adored, but untouched. Yeah, that's why you hook up with the kind of guys who either don't want you or are so wimpy that they pick up on you're "touch me not" vibe and slink away in fear.
Jack: How dare you? Greta does not have a "touch me not" vibe. She has an "I'm a lovely attractive person who needs a special man in her life, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry who comes along to make her happy" vibe, and that's why she's discriminating and prudent in her choice of a mate, unlike you, who uses people -- men and women alike -- even going so far as to throw them out of their apartments without so much as an apology or even a few days to adjust! Vibe.
Greta: Thank you, Jack. Beautifully put.
Jack: And what on earth makes you think that you got me all figured out?
Nicole: Oh, well, let's see. Hmm. There was the stark terror look on your face when you slid through the door, your ridiculous way of speaking, your obvious jealousy of my brother, and you're showing off for your ex like a little boy. Let's see, what does that add up to? Was.
Jack: I may be many things, but I am not a was. Tell them, Jennifer.
Jennifer: I will have you know that Jack is a very strong and brave man, and he would go to the ends of the earth to save someone if he knew that they were in trouble.
Greta: You have ruined it. You tore the buttons off my blouse.
Jack: Well, not to worry, princess. We'll assess the damages and be speaking with an attorney.
Greta: You know what? You are despicable, and I am not going to let you get away with this.
Nicole: Where are you going?
Jack: Wait a minute. Where are you going?
Greta: I'm going to take this stuff and put it back in my closet.
Greta: Aah! My black dress.
Nicole: Ha. Oops. Sorry.
Nicole: Ha. Whee!
Greta: You better wipe that smile off your face. You know what? Somebody better hold me back, or I'm going to punch you right in the face.
Jennifer: Greta, wait! No, wait, just calm down. We can work this out, okay?
Jack: Don't tell her to calm down. The sanctity of her home has been violated by these ruffians.
Brandon: [Blows whistle] Quiet.
Greta: Oh, my God, my jewelry! My coffee table!
Nicole: Hey, wait, wait, wait, that's nice.
Greta: Hey, you drop that!
Philip: So are you planning on answering my question?
Brady: What was it again?
Philip: Forget it. I know the answer. You'd ask Chloe out in a minute if you thought she'd say yes.
Brady: First off, Philip, I have no intention of asking out Chloe. Second, if you wouldn't ask such stupid questions -- I like Chloe, but she's still just a kid.
Philip: I think Chloe's pretty mature for her age.
Brady: She is in some ways, but in others, she's more on your level.
Philip: Well, what is that supposed to mean?
Brady: Philip, you know what it means. It's like, "rah, rah, sis booms bah. Let's go to the big game. Wear my high school letter jacket. Wear my ring."
Philip: Oh, and you're so far past that, aren't you? So superior.
Brady: I know where Chloe is coming from. That's all I'm trying to say. She's 17 years old. She's still got those girly dreams of dating the high school football captain, and guess what -- that's you, dude. If you want her back, you could make it happen.
Philip: You really think so?
Brady: I know so. Just play it smart. I'll catch you later. [Thinking] but I know you won't play it smart, and I will.
Philip: Maybe I was wrong about you and Chloe after all.
Nancy: Chloe, there are plenty of young men out there to date who are not going to undermine your self-esteem, although I'm not suggesting that you jump into another relationship. Right now, why not just hang out with your friends? I mean, what's wrong with that? And while you're doing that, it'll give you time to focus more on you're singing, get your self-confidence back. Maybe even reconsider Julliard? I'm not telling you that you have to do any of these things, honey, I'm not. It's just that... I just don't want you to be one of those young women who lets her future be decided by some guy she's dating. You're too talented and you're too smart to ever let anyone dictate your future but you. Chloe, that would be a mistake and such a waste. Oh, I love you.
Chloe: Mom, I think you're right.
Sami: Okay, Will. I will take you to see your daddy.
Austin: As soon as possible?
Sami: As soon as possible. Satisfied?
Austin: Only if you do what you say.
Sami: I will. So can we come in?
Austin: I told you I had to be up early in the morning, so... See you tomorrow, okay? All right. You sleep tight, slugger. Don't let the bedbugs bite. If they do, bite 'em back. Good night.
Will: Good night. Thank you, Mommy.
Sami: For what?
Will: For saying I can see my daddy.
Sami: Oh. Well, of course, honey. So let's get you into your pajamas, and, uh... And then I'll read you a story. [Thinking] I am not going to let Lucas back into Will's life. He may be in a coma, but he's still a bum and a drunk. I've got to find a way to get out of taking Will to see Lucas without getting Austin mad at me.