Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 11/25/04 - Canada; Friday 11/26/04 - U.S.A.
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Rex: Guess he finally passed out last night right around his 10th beer.
Mimi: I had actually gotten through to him at Aliceís, and then he was on his way to talk to Belle at her place, and he heard her telling Philip that she couldn't wait to get married. I don't know what Belle's thinking.
Rex: Mimi, come here. Mimi, you're going to just have to accept the fact that Belle and Shawn are over. Okay, let it go. Stop worrying about them.
Mimi: I can't help it. I mean, they belong together, Rex. I --
[Cellular phone rings]
Rex: You know, it's my mom. Excuse me.
Rex: Hello? Mom, hold on one second. I have bad reception. Hold on.
Mimi: God, Shawn, you were so close. If only you and belle could have talked.
Jan: If they had, your ass would be out on the street. Didn't I warn you what would happen if you didn't stop interfering? I guess now I have to tell Rex your little secret.
Rex: Sorry about that, Mom. Can you hear me better now?
Kate: Oh, much.
Rex: So, uh, what's up?
Kate: Well, honey, I'm sorry that it is so last-minute, but I wanted to call you and ask you if you and Mimi would like to join Lucas and me for thanksgiving. Unfortunately, dinner is at Samiís, but there's nothing we can do about that.
Rex: Look, I'd love to. Let me just talk it over with Meems.
Kate: Okay, that'd be good. Whatever you decide.
Rex: Okay, great. I'll talk to you later.
Kate: Well, the one thing that I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving is that Brandonís back in town, and whether he knows it or not, he's going to steal Sami right away from Lucas.
Brandon: Hey. There they are. How'd my brother enjoy the Thanksgiving parade?
Celeste: Oh, darling, he had a ball, didn't you, sweetheart? I just wish Alexandra could have been with us.
Brandon: Yeah, such is the life of a doctor. She had her rounds to make, and I know she especially wanted to check in on John.
Celeste: Oh, yes. That poor man.
Brandon: But I'll have everything ready by the time she gets back. I'm just going to grab a shower, and then it's back to the kitchen.
Celeste: Now, darling, are you sure there's nothing I can do?
Brandon: Well, actually, Celeste, there is one thing. You can tell me why it is you keep having premonitions about me and Samantha.
Celeste: It's very simple, darling -- Samantha is locked with your destiny.
Lucas: How's it going, huh? I got to say, it smells good. It smells real good in here. I'm proud.
Sami: Well, if I do say so myself, I think that everything is going perfect. Lucas, the turkey looks great. It's almost done. And I think it's gorgeous.
Lucas: It's a gorgeous turkey.
Sami: Ha ha ha.
Lucas: Perfect. I told you you could do it. You had it in you. No problem.
Sami: Thank you, honey. All right, so now all I have to do is turn the oven off and let the turkey rest for a while, whatever that means.
Lucas: Rest that bird. You rest that bird.
Sami: Ha ha. All right, now back to your grandma Aliceís pumpkin pie recipe. And look at this -- look how cute. The last ingredient is a whole lot of love.
Sami: How sweet is that?
Lucas: That is sweet. I think we got that ingredient covered, though, don't you?
Sami: Ha ha ha.
Sami: I love you, Lucas.
Lucas: I love you, too. Mm. Thank you.
Sami: Lucas, honey, this Thanksgiving is going to be perfect, and I'm going to prove that I can be a good wife and mother. Nothing can go wrong.
Belle: So... how's my father doing?
Lexie: Uh, he's still in a lot of pain, Belle, and now it seems he's having some sort of hallucinatory reaction to the pain meds.
Belle: Well, can't you change them?
Lexie: We tried that. It hasn't worked.
Philip: Hallucinatory. Is that a common reaction?
Lexie: Nope. Nope, actually, it's very unusual. I-I have never seen anything like it.
Belle: Is it okay if we go in?
Lexie: Yeah. Yeah, sure, but just for a little while, okay? He really needs his rest.
Philip: We'll keep it short, okay?
Philip: If he's asleep, we'll just come back later.
Belle: Oh, my God, no!
Roman: Yeah, that's it, doc. That's it. Wake up. Come on over here.
Roman: Here. Here, take a drink of this, all right?
Marlena: Where are we?
Roman: Well, I don't know. It seems, uh, it seems like some sort of castle.
Marlena: I -- I remember, um... oh, one of Tonyís men drugged us and took us off the ship and... put us on a plane?
Roman: Yeah. Yeah, I figure that we could be, uh, be just about anywhere.
Marlena: Roman, we're shackled together.
Tony: You're awake. I'm so glad. I trust you both slept well.
Roman: Tony, where in the hell are we?
Tony: It's Thanksgiving, captain Brady, not Christmas, and since I am in the giving mood, I have a little surprise, one I know that you will both love very much.
Jennifer: Happy Thanksgiving, Jack. You know, Abby -- she made your favorite pumpkin pie this morning.
Jennifer: Abby, please, just -- just wait, okay? Let's -- let's just talk.
Abby: There's nothing left to say. Daddy's dead, and he's never coming back.
Jennifer: I'm sorry.
Jennifer: But she'll come around, hopefully sooner than later. Would you like some coffee?
Billie: Oh, gosh, yes, please. I'd love some. And, uh... thanks for letting me stay here while Bo and I try and figure out if our little girl's still alive.
Jennifer: Yeah. Um, I haven't told Abby yet, but --
Jennifer: Oh. Here you go. That's probably Bo and Hope. I'll be right back. Hey. Happy Thanksgiving.
Hope: I'm sorry to barge in. I figured you'd be out in the kitchen.
Jennifer: Are you kidding?
Bo: We just let ourselves in.
Hope: Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie.
Jennifer: Happy Thanksgiving.
Bo: He's drawing a turkey.
Jennifer: You're drawing us a turkey?
Patrick: Good morning.
Billie: Oh, Patrick. Just the guy I wanted to see. Listen, I know that you're not involved with the DiMeras anymore, but if you have any way of contacting anyone in that organization, please, I need to know if my baby's still alive.
Bo: We don't need him. All the answers we need are right here on this disk. I'm going to find them today.
Billie: Really? We're go-- we're going to find out today?
Billie: Oh, Bo. Oh. Oh. Oh.
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Billie: Hope. Hey.
Bo: Hey, fancy face.
Billie: Did you hear the good news? Bo may be able to find out if it's true.
Hope: He told me. It's wonderful.
Billie: Oh, gosh, okay. So, uh, what's the deal? What's going on?
Bo: I talked to Spector at the I.S.A. He authorized a download of a new program that, with any luck, will help us decipher what's on this disk. Hey, Jen.
Bo: Uh, could I use your computer?
Jennifer: Uh, yeah. It's in the living room now. Help yourself.
Bo: Okay. You want to see what's on this?
Billie: Yeah, yeah. I'm coming with you right away.
Jennifer: Hey. You okay?
Hope: I have to be. If Bo and Billieís daughter is out there somewhere, we've got to find her, and we've got to bring her home.
Patrick: [Thinking] And I may know just how to do that.
Roman: You know what, Tony? We're a little tired of your surprises.
Tony: Such gratitude. Here I provide 4-star accommodations in one of the most architecturally significant castles in the world, and all you do is complain?
Roman: Where in the hell are we?
Tony: Ha ha ha. Why, you want to play boy scout and send your little brother some secret code? I don't think so.
Marlena: Tony, if you won't say where we are, tell us this -- what do you plan to do with us?
Tony: Oh, I have big plans, my dear, but more of that later. Now for the surprise. Happy Thanksgiving. Dinner for two... with my, uh... compliments. I hope you will enjoy it. I know that in Salem, it's still morning --
Roman: You son of a bitch!
Marlena: Oh! Oh!
Tony: Well, make that dinner for one.
Marlena: Roman, are you all right? Roman!
Bart: It's no use, doc. He's down for the count. No pun intended.
Marlena: I am sick of this. Do you understand? I am sick of this.
Tony: Really? And what do you intend to do about it?
Tony: Ha ha. Ha ha ha.
Lexie: Excuse me.
Belle: What happened? What was that crash?
Lexie: I'm not sure.
Belle: What's this?
Philip: This is what we heard.
Belle: He must have just knocked it off the table in his sleep.
Lexie: Well, the reaction he was having to the pain meds -- the high B.P., elevated heart rate -- completely subsided.
Belle: Well, that's good news, right?
Lexie: Yes, yes, yes. It's very good news.
John: Hey, baby, is that you?
Belle: Yeah, it's me.
Lexie: John, how are you feeling?
John: Actually, I'm feeling better.
Belle: That's wonderful.
John: Were you just in here just now?
Lexie: No, I just came in with Belle and Philip.
John: I could have sworn...
Lexie: You probably saw one of the nurses. Listen, I've gotta finish my rounds. I'll leave the three of you to visit, and I'll come back and check on you, okay?
Lexie: I'm glad you're feeling better, John.
John: Speaking of thanks, come on, kids, it's Thanksgiving. What are you doing here? Phil, I'm ashamed. You should be taking my daughter out for a nice meal.
Belle: No way. We came here to spend Thanksgiving with you.
Philip: And actually, sir, there's something I have to tell you, and it concerns my marriage to your daughter here.
Kate: Oh, excuse me. Thank you. Lexie, I'm glad I caught you. How's he doing?
Lexie: He's doing better.
Kate: Oh, thank God.
Lexie: Yeah, Belle and Philip are in with him now.
Kate: Good, good. I hoped they'd be here.
Lexie: How about you, Kate? Do you have any plans for the holidays? Because if you don't, you're welcome to join us for dinner. Brandon's cooking tons of food.
Kate: Brandon's cooking?
Lexie: Yes, seems he's quite the chef these days.
Kate: Well, thank you. Thank you so much for the invitation. Actually, I do have plans. But, um, you know, if they don't work out --
Lexie: Then you just come by. Any time, bring whoever you like. Like I said, we have tons of food.
Kate: Thank you, I will keep that in mind.
Lexie: Okay, well, listen, I better get back to my rounds. Maybe I'll see you later?
Kate: Yes, maybe.
Kate: This is absolutely perfect. And I know exactly who I'm going to bring.
Sami: Lucas, you never learn.
Lucas: What? We're alone now. The kid's gone. It's just you and me. It's fair game.
Sami: Except for that your mother could walk in at any moment.
Lucas: You told her not to come early, remember? Plus, I can't take it anymore. Seeing you all domestic like this, it's getting my motor going.
Sami: I guess I should spend more time cooking. But not right now, because I have to work.
Lucas: Yeah, well, I cannot wait.
Sami: Ooh, Lucas.
Lucas: You, me -- bedroom, right now. Pleasure, satisfaction, fun. Romance.
Bart: Are you okay, boss? You want me to take her out?
Tony: Just stay away.
Bart: I can do that.
Tony: Good to see that the doctor is in fine form after all. I was worrying, with all that crying and carrying on on the boat.
Marlena: You haven't seen anything yet, Tony. Whatever you're up to, we'll stop you, same as we stopped your father.
Tony: As much as I admire your spirit, I would make one suggestion to you -- do not make this a competition. I am not my father. And I promise you, you will never win.
Tony: My patience with you -- and all the good people of Salem -- is nearing an end. Bon appťtit.
Marlena: Roman. Oh, my gosh, Roman. Roman, wake up. Roman, come on, you've got to be all right. Wake up, Roman. Roman, wake up.
Bo: Come on, come on. Aw, damn it!
Hope: What is it? What's wrong?
Bo: Uh, computer crashed.
Hope: Can you bring it back?
Bo: No, not here.
Billie: Oh, no!
Bo: You know what? I'm going down to the station to see if I can get this back.
Billie: What if you can't? What if the disk has been damaged or corrupted somehow? We may never find her.
Hope: Billie, don't think that way.
Billie: Wait, I'm going with you.
Bo: No, you stay here. There's nothing you can do at the station. Hey, I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't wait dinner for me, all right?
Hope: Okay, drive safely.
Billie: Hope, what am I gonna do? I feel like my whole life is on that disk. If I lose it, I lose everything.
Hope: Come here. Come here.
Philip: Sir, I want to marry Belle as soon as possible.
John: So what's the rush?
Philip: I've been called back to active duty, this time into combat -- special forces. And I'm shipping out soon.
John: Whew. I see.
Belle: Dad -- oh, my God -- are you okay?
John: Yeah. Fine. Philip, sorry to see you go, kid. I'm proud of you, as I'm sure Belle is.
Philip: Thank you, sir.
John: I don't see why it's necessary to rush into this, though. Why don't you wait till you get back?
Belle: I don't wanna wait. I wanna marry him before he goes.
Philip: It's what we both want. We love each other, sir.
John: Yeah, I know. Philip, can I have a word with my daughter, please?
Philip: Sure. Be right outside.
John: Okay, Isabella, it's just me and you, baby. Is this what you want? Or, I think, what I should say is are you really over Shawn?
Belle: Dad --
John: I just need to know that you have thought this through. Have you?
Belle: Yes, I have thought it through. Philip is a great guy, Dad. He loves me. I know he'd never do --
John: You don't love him, do you, Belle?
Belle: I didn't say that. I just told you that he was a wonderful person -- oh, my God, Dad. Are you okay? Okay, hold on. I'm gonna go get someone really quick.
John: What's -- what's happening?
Belle: He's in a lot of pain. I don't know what's happening. Please hurry!
Woman: It's all right, Mr. Black. I'm gonna give you something to help you relax, okay?
John: Go, go.
[Breathing heavily] Aah! Stop! Stop it!
Belle: Oh, my God, Dad! Are you okay? What is wrong?
Woman: I think you two better leave.
Philip: Belle, we need to go. Come on, come on, let's do what she says.
Belle: Okay, Dad, I'll be right back. You're gonna be okay, I promise.
Mimi: Jan, I swear, if you dare open your mouth to Rex, I am gonna --
Jan: What? Lose the best thing that ever happened to your sorry butt? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before.
Mimi: Please, I am begging.
Jan: Okay. I am warning you one last time.
Mimi: Thank you.
Jan: Don't thank me yet, 'cause if you cross me again, next time I will have no mercy.
Mimi: Don't worry, I understand.
Rex: Hey. Uh, my mom invited us over to Samiís for Thanksgiving. You wanna go?
Mimi: Yeah, sure, that sounds nice.
Jan: No, you can't go.
Rex: Excuse me?
Mimi: Why not?
Jan: Don't you remember what we just talked about, Meems? How we wanted to do something nice for Rex and Shawn today?
Rex: And what exactly did you have in mind?
Shawn-D: [Grunts] Not so loud.
Jan: Rise and shine, sweetie. Come on, time to get up.
Shawn-D: Shut up. Shut up.
Jan: Come on.
Shawn-D: Stop it. Jeez. Seriously, what the hell is going on?
Jan: What is going on, sleepyhead, is that Mimi and I are gonna make our two favorite men Thanksgiving dinner.
Kate: Oh, my God, I smell smoke.
Will: Hi, Grandma Kate.
Kate: Sweetie, what is going on? What's all this smoke?
Will: The turkey's toast. Mom burned it.
Lucas: All right, careful. It's hot.
Lucas: Come here. I know.
Sami: I ruined our Thanksgiving... again.
Kate: Now, now, now. Sweetie, it's not that bad. I mean, you didn't ruin Thanksgiving.
Sami: Our big beautiful butterball turkey is destroyed. Now we have nothing to eat.
Kate: Oh, yes, we do. So, go ahead, you wipe away those tears. Why don't you open the windows, we'll get the smoke out. Fix your face because we're going out.
Lucas: Going out? How? We're not gonna get a reservation at this time, Mom.
Kate: Honey, you just trust me. A beautiful -- a wonderful dinner awaits us with special friends and loved ones.
Sami: What are you talking about?
Kate: You don't wanna wreck the surprise, do you? Now hurry up, come on. Come on, or else we're gonna miss it.
Will: Come on, Mom. This could be our last chance to have turkey today.
Lucas: Yeah, I guess. What do we got to lose, huh?
Will: Please, Mom, please. I'm starving.
Lucas: Yeah? Okay.
Sami: Thank you, Kate. I guess you, um, saved the day -- literally.
Marlena: Roman, you have to be okay. You just have to be okay. Oh. Do you remember the Thanksgiving you decided that we should go away? And you drove us up to the mountains, and we camped out under the stars. What I wouldn't give for that simple moment right now. Roman, you have to be okay. You have to be okay. The children need you. I need you, too.
Roman: Oh. Doc.
Jennifer: Oh, look at that, Billie.
Billie: Smells good.
Abby: Are you serious --
Jennifer: Abby, where have you been? I was afraid you weren't even gonna make it home in time for dinner.
Abby: Mom, relax. We just took a walk and met some friends at the park.
Jennifer: Okay, well, listen, why don't you wash up, and then the two of you can start bringing things to the table, okay?
Abby: First, can we not be so rude? Billie and Chelsea haven't even met.
Jennifer: Excuse me. Chelsea, I'm sorry.
Chelsea: Oh, it's okay.
Abby: Billie, this is my friend Chelsea. She's having dinner with us since her folks are out of town.
Billie: Oh. Hi, Chelsea, it's nice to meet you. Wow, that's a -- that's a cool name. It's always been one of my favorites.
Chelsea: Thank you.
Abby: Come on, we better hurry and get washed up before my mom starts yelling.
Jennifer: Abby, I do not yell!
Jennifer: I donít. I --
Billie: Hey, man, come on, motherhood is a hard job, I guess. You know, who knows? Maybe someday you and I will get to compare notes.
Jennifer: Oh, Billie, I hope so. I do. For your sake and your daughterís... wherever she is.
Hope: So sweet. Look who just woke up.
Jennifer: Oh, hey!
Hope: I hope you don't mind.
Jennifer: No, are you kidding?
Hope: Maybe he had a little help waking up. I think he's hungry.
Jennifer: Hey, Billie, um, would you like to feed him?
Billie: I'd love to. Yeah.
Hope: Ooh, he just closed his eyes again. Okay, here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Put your arms out. You got him?
Billie: I got him. I got him.
Billie: He's winking at me.
Patrick: Yeah. I know I'm no longer with the DiMeras. But I need a favor. I need to know exactly where Billie Reed and Bo Bradyís daughter is.
Jan: I hope Belle doesn't mind that we had to use her kitchen.
Mimi: This is the sickest Thanksgiving ever. No one wants to be here, Jan, but you.
Jan: Meems, would you do me a favor and pass me those
baby carrots over there?
Rex: Not feeling so well, huh?
Shawn-D: Oh, would you just mind your own business?
Rex: You know what? Shawn, it actually is my business. Look, I'm your friend and I'm your cousin, man, and I'm worried about your drinking problem, especially since that accident.
Shawn-D: You know what? I'll tell you what. Why don't you stick around for this joke of a thanksgiving dinner? I'm gonna get outta here.
Jan: Shawn, where are you going?
Shawn-D: Oh, uh, Cheatin' heart. Cheatin' heart. I feel a hangover coming on. I think I gotta drink it off.
Lexie: Ooh, Brandon! Whoo-hoo!
Brandon: Okay, everyone, dinner is served. And I hope you're all hungry.
Lexie: Well, we better be since it's only the four of us.
Sami: What are we doing at Abe and Lexieís?
Kate: Well, Lexie very kindly invited me for dinner.
Lucas: She invited you or all of us?
Kate: Well, she invited me, but she also said I could bring anyone. So, since you're all my family.
Sami: But Brandonís here.
Kate: Oh. Oh, dear. Is that a problem for you?
Sami: No, it's not for me, as long as it's okay for Lucas.
Lucas: I'm okay with it. If it's all right with you, it's all right with me.
Sami: Good, well, let's get this over with.
Brandon: I'll get it. You guys -- you guys dig in.
Lexie: All right.
John: Hey, nurse, were you here just a little while ago?
Woman: No, Mr. Black.
John: Can you -- can you give me something to knock this pain back a little?
Woman: I'm sorry. We've given you all we can for the next 24 hours. Try to get some sleep.
John: Oh, try to get some sleep?
John: Oh, Doc. I need you, baby. Help me. Help me.
John: Oh, thank God. It's you. You've come back to me. Help me, baby. Help me.
Belle: Shawn, what are you doing here?
Philip: What are you all doing here?
Jan: Making Thanksgiving dinner. Hello? Sorry, Belle, the boys had, like, zero cookware. So I hope you don't mind our using your kitchen. Meems is the one that thought it would be okay.
Belle: Yeah, it's fine. Whatever.
Philip: No, actually, it's a good thing you're all here, because Belle and I have an announcement to make. Guys, my special forces unit has been called into combat duty overseas. And Belle and I have decided to get married before I ship out.
Jan: Well, I would say that that calls for some champagne. Don't you?
Rex: Congratulations again. Really. I-I know it's rough you have to go, but I admire you for doing it.
Mimi: Yeah, it's, um, it's very brave.
Philip: Thanks, Meems. Here.
Rex: Well, look, you got your glasses. Here's to you.
Philip: No, here's to Belle. I can't wait to make you my wife.
Mimi: Oh, God.
Jan: He's gone.
Lucas: He's gonna eat 'em off the floor.
Brandon: Hey, here you go, will, a so for you, with a cherry. You see, I remembered.
Will: I don't drink 'em like that anymore.
Brandon: It's all right. It's all right. He's not a kid anymore. I should have known. Don't you start, Celeste. I had nothing to do with this.
Lexie: What a surprise. I had no idea you'd be bringing Sami.
Kate: Oh, I hope you don't mind. We had a little incident, and Sami, bless her heart, burned the turkey.
Lexie: Kate, I know what you're doing.
Kate: Excuse me?
Lexie: You're hoping something will happen here. You think that Brandon and your soon-to-be daughter-in-law from hell are still in love. But they're not.
Kate: Well, you may believe that, and Sami and Brandon may believe that, but I donít. And your mother and her tarot cards donít. And deep down, you don't either.
Lexie: I won't believe it until I see it.
Kate: Well, there's your chance.
Lexie: Brandon, shall we eat?
Brandon: Yeah, yeah, absolutely. Everyone be seated, and we'll start by giving thanks.
Kate: [Thinking] I'll give thanks the day Sami Brady is out of my son's life for good -- which, if all goes well, should be very soon.
Patrick: I don't care what you have to do. Just find out whatever you can about that kid and get back to me.
Hope: Thank you. I appreciate you calling in your favors.
Patrick: I just hope I can help.
Hope: Dinner's almost ready.
Jennifer: All right, Billie, you can just set that right there on the corner. I'll put this here. How you doing, girls?
Jennifer: It's nice. Wow.
Patrick: Oh, yeah.
Jennifer: Okay, we'll just wait.
Hope: No, I don't think we should. He told us to start.
Bo: Let's eat! I'm starved!
Jennifer: He's here!
Billie: Bo! Anything? The disk?
Bo: Yeah, I was able to save it.
Billie: Oh, thank God.
Bo: I was also able to get into a few more of those encrypted files. It's true, Billie. Our daughter's alive.
Billie: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I don't believe it. Oh, Bo! Oh, God, this is the best Thanksgiving ever! Thank you.
Bart: Someone's been a bad boy. No turkey for you! You know, it's a funny thing. I'm surprised the count's even keeping you around. This is your third time you tried to escape.
Bart: I told you, pal, your wife and kid are okay. I'm just sorry I can't say the same for you.
Marlena: Let it go. Let the pain go. Let it go.
John: I canít. Something's wrong with me. Help me. Help me.
Marlena: Roman, oh, my gosh. Come on, come on. Are you okay?
Roman: Whoa. Yeah. Yeah, Doc, I think so. But I'm getting a little damn tired of Tonyís stun gun, I'll tell you that. That thing hurts like hell.
Marlena: I'd think so. Could have been worse. It could have been bullets.
Roman: You know what, though? I guess we know by now that whatever DiMeraís up to, I don't think he intends to kill us.
Marlena: Well, no, no. Not yet, anyway.
Roman: Yeah. Ha ha.
Marlena: Is that funny to you?
Roman: Uh, no, it's not. But, uh, I was just remembering. Um, when I was knocked out, I had the -- I had the craziest dream. I was, uh, I was recalling that Thanksgiving trip that you and I and the kids went on -- that time we went camping. You remember that, doc?
Marlena: Sure, who could forget? Look, speaking of Thanksgiving, we should eat that meal before it gets cold. We've gotta keep our strength up.
Marlena: Come on.
Roman: Yeah, you're right. Yeah, I'm good. I'm good. You know what, though, doc? I gotta wonder -- what kind of sick game is Tony playing on us now?
Marlena: I donít know. Whatever it is, he won't get away with it. We're getting out of here. We're going back to our families. And we'll do it one way or the other.
Tony: I hope you're enjoying this Thanksgiving, my friends, because, unfortunately, this will be your last.
Shawn-D: It's such bull. Listen to me, listen to me, I am glad that Belle is marrying that jarhead, okay?
Hope: Shawn, that's not true.
John: I was wondering when I was gonna see you again.
Lucas: All right, you know what? Let's be honest. This isn't working.
Bo: We will find our daughter.
Billie: You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that.
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