Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 12/19/06 - Canada; Wednesday 12/20/06 - U.S.A.
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Billie: Oh, man. Oh, I've been going crazy waiting for you to get back. Good crazy, though, if you know what I mean. Oh. Ever since you called, I have been impossible to be around. I have missed you so much.
Steve: Billie, can we find someplace private where we can talk?
Billie: Oh, you want to be alone with me? I think I can handle that. Follow me.
Roman: You know what? Max and Mimi were right. They said that Philip was in a VA Hospital in Atlanta, and they thought that Victor brought him home and didn't tell anybody.
Bo: Yeah, my old man -- what a guy.
Roman: Hey, pop is your real dad. Mom made a mistake. That is the beginning and the end of Victor in your life.
Bo: That's how I like to think of it.
Roman: Okay, so you think that Victor had Philip stashed in the mansion but not anymore.
Bo: Unless they like living in the dark. The place is closed up like a tomb.
Roman: Okay, well, Max and Mimi are the ones we got to find now, and I thought of a way you can help.
Mimi: Max, I'm scared. Victor is not a nice man.
Max: Yeah, well, if Victor wanted to hurt us, like do serious damage, he would have done it by now.
Mimi: Well, we're not exactly on a Hawaiian cruise here.
Max: He definitely wanted to shut us up, keep us from telling everyone that Philip's still alive and that Victor's got him stashed somewhere.
Mimi: Well, now we're stashed. What are we gonna do?
Max: We're gonna get out of here.
Mimi: Sounds good. What's the plan? Max?
E.J.: Hey. Come here.
Patrick: Why did you call me to this armpit of the world? It's not exactly easy getting to here in the middle of the night.
E.J.: Nothing is easy for you, is it, Patrick, especially thinking, which is why I try not to burden you with too much of it. Now, listen, John Black knows that I'm Elvis DiMera. He also knows my father, Stefano, sent me to Salem. And he knows I'm the perpetrator of the black-glove crimes.
Patrick: All right, so when are we leaving the country?
E.J.: What, no second thoughts about leaving your friends and family behind?
Patrick: They will be fine. I'm gonna save my own skin. Have you looked at any flight schedules besides this place?
E.J.: Yes, I have two tickets. We're going to Salem.
E.J.: Yes, I'm going, and you're coming with me.
Abby: Chelsea, I feel really weird about you knowing how I feel about Max.
Chelsea: Well, don't you feel better now that your secret's out?
Abby: It's not out, Chelsea, at least not to Max.
Chelsea: Relax, I'm not gonna say anything. I promised you, didn't I?
Abby: What if I never get to see him again?
Chelsea: That's not gonna happen. Trust me, if there's one guy that can take care of himself, it's Max.
Abby: I hope so.
Max: I don't know. Let's just try and loosen these ropes.
Mimi: How do we do that?
Max: If only we could get to our feet.
Mimi: Where's David Copperfield when you need him?
Max: We don't need a magician, Mimi. We can do it.
Mimi: Well, I'm all ears, especially since I can't see you.
Max: But you can feel me, right? So, on the count of three, let's try and push your back up against mine.
Mimi: Well, it is.
Max: More. Press harder. We're gonna try and use the leverage to push ourselves up so we can stand.
Mimi: Sounds like it might even work, Max.
Max: Mm-hmm. Okay, ready? On the count of three. One, two, three. Okay, okay. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Mimi: Aah! Oh, my God.
Max: Good job.
Mimi: Now what?
Max: Um, wiggle.
Max: Your body -- just move it around so we can wiggle the ropes loose.
Mimi: That's what I've been doing.
Max: We got to do it together.
Max: Just --
Mimi: Max, it's not working! We need a knife or something. There's got to be something sharp in this dungeon.
Max: There is. It's in my pocket. I forgot.
Mimi: You have a knife and I've been doing all this wiggling?
Max: It's a pocketknife. It's not a butcher knife.
Mimi: Well, great! Get it out.
Max: Fine. Okay. It's in the front left pocket of my jeans. This should be interesting. Hold on. Nope, I can't get it. What about you?
Mimi: Me? How does that work, exactly? I am on the other side of your front pocket facing the other way.
Max: There's only one solution. Squirm so you're in front of me, like face-to-face, you know?
Mimi: You've got to be kidding me.
Max: I am not kidding. It's this or nothing, okay? And it's gonna start getting pretty embarrassing when one of us has to take a leak. And you're a girl.
Mimi: I get it. You know, you can be very inspirational when you want to be.
Max: Thank you. Let's go. Just -- go that way. Go, go, go, go, go.
Mimi: I can't breathe.
Max: Little more. Okay.
Mimi: Now you.
Max: Okay. No, put your shoulder back. Shoulder back. Put your shoulder back. Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa! Aah!
Billie: You know, the last thing I wanted was for Kayla to get hurt. But I'm telling you, when I got your phone call and you told me that you had settled things and you were free, I just -- I can't remember the last time I have been this happy. And I know I'm not --
Billie: I'm gonna let you speak, I promise. I'm gonna -- go ahead. Talk.
Steve: Uh, what I said on the phone -- things didn't quite work out that way.
Billie: What do you mean? You were gonna tell Kayla the truth.
Steve: Yeah, I did. I talked to Kayla.
Billie: So what's wrong?
Steve: When I talked to you... things were over with me and Kayla. I meant every word.
Billie: You're trying really hard to tell me something, and I'm not getting it. Poor Steve -- I didn't let you get to the punch line.
Roman: All right, you know all the nooks and crannies in Salem, so tell me all the places you think Victor could be hiding Max and Mimi.
Bo: I should be out there looking for them, Roman, and you know it.
Roman: Does your wife have a say in this?
Patrick: You may have some kind of DiMera protection, but I don't. Between John Black and the Salem Police Department, I am going down for sure. There is no way I am going back there.
E.J.: You don't call the shots. I call the shots. And I say we're going back to Salem.
Patrick: No, I am getting on a plane and getting myself out of here, someplace where no one will ever find me. And if you're as smart as you think you are, you will do the same.
E.J.: It's too bad, eh? I hate to think of you missing your own mother's funeral.
Patrick: My mother has nothing to do with this. Don't bring her into it.
E.J.: She blackmailed me into giving her a wad of cash on information your sister gave her. You, Patrick, are a right royal pain in my backside. I have half a mind to tie you to a bag full of stones and chuck you in the bloody river.
Patrick: Don't do anything stupid, E.J.
E.J: You're the reason we're up to our ears in it, Patrick. It is because of your big mouth and your incompetence that we are about to become a couple of fugitives. I'm gonna have to leave Salem early, so shut your bloody cake hole and listen to what I have to say.
Bo: Buy you a drink, pretty lady?
Hope: I already got one, Brady.
Bo: You're gonna make it tough on me, are you? So, Roman told you that Steve and I went over and uh... kind of broke into Victor's place. You're not too happy about that, are you? Hey, look, this is Max and Mimi we're talking about here. I had to see what Victor's involvement was in this whole thing, not only for their safety but for ma and pop's peace of mind. I'm sorry.
Hope: I'm not. I think you're a great guy.
Billie: I'm gonna go.
Steve: No, no, no. Let me explain.
Billie: You don't -- you don't have to explain.
Steve: I got my memory back.
Kayla: I'm just gonna go inside.
Steve: Look... I hate that I did this to you.
Billie: No, no. No, no, no. I did this to me. It's all good, man. You got your memory back. That's great.
Roman: All right, it's nothing bad.
Chelsea: Are you sure?
Roman: Yes. Now, listen to me --
Abby: Is Max --
Roman: Listen to me, okay? We think that Victor had Max and Mimi abducted from the garage to keep them from learning about Philip.
Chelsea: So you're gonna arrest Victor, then.
Roman: No, it's all speculation on our part right now. We can't arrest him until we get more proof.
Abby: Please hurry before they do anything awful to Max.
Roman: Abby, listen to me. Victor is not going to hurt Max and Mimi. He won't do that because they're Philip's friends. He just wants them out of the way for a while.
Chelsea: You just said that you can't be sure about anything, so how do you know that they're not gonna get hurt?
Roman: Because I've been a cop for a while, and you pick up a thing or two about human nature, even humans like Victor.
Abby: Well, what are you gonna do?
Roman: We are gonna look every damn place they could possibly be. But we're short on manpower, so I thought that possibly you two might be up for helping us out.
Mimi: Sorry I lost my balance.
Max: No, that's okay. That's okay. But now you're in a good position to put your hand in my left pocket.
Mimi: Okay, so, how do I do that?
Max: Whatever works. I'm just gonna try and stay still.
Max: Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Mimi: I'm just trying to get my hands moving.
Max: Right, right, right.
Mimi: I think -- yes. Yes. Am I in? I'm in.
Max: The knife is on the side. It's deep in the pocket.
Mimi: It would be.
Max: Yeah. Whew!
Mimi: I think I feel something metal.
Max: Those are my keys. Those are my keys. Keep going.
Max: That's okay. That's okay. That's okay.
Mimi: How deep is this pocket? Oh, wait, there's something.
Max: Okay, that is definitely not my knife.
E.J.: Patrick, we were sent to Salem with a purpose, right?
Patrick: That's right.
Patrick: And you said it was small-time stuff, a chance for you to live in your father's hometown, mess with the Brady’s a little bit.
E.J.: Has Hope agreed to go away with you?
Patrick: Yeah, of course she has.
E.J.: Good, see? Then, look, you got your way. You did something right for once.
E.J.: Now, listen, when we get back to Salem, call her up, okay? Tell her that your travel plans are going to be pushed forward a little bit.
Patrick: Are you out of your mind? It is Christmastime. She has a family.
E.J.: Oh, I'm afraid the Brady’s and the Horton’s are gonna have to do without their little angel of Hope this holiday season, Patrick. Your job is to get her on a plane and wait for my instructions.
Patrick: You can blackmail me all you want. You can beat me down a hundred times, but I will not hurt Hope Brady. You understand me? So, if you want to kill me, you go right ahead.
Bo: So, you're not upset with me?
Hope: Well, I don't think it's the smartest thing you've ever done -- breaking into Victor's house when you've already been suspended from the force. But -- there is a "but" -- when it comes to defending your family, nobody comes close to you. Max is family. And let's face it. Let's be honest. It would have taken an army to hold you back from trying to find him.
Bo: You know me pretty well.
Hope: Oh, I better after all the years we've been together. You're a cop down to the bone. Just do me a favor, though, okay?
Bo: Name it.
Hope: Don't get arrested again.
Hope: I want you home...in bed with me.
Hope: We could have lost this.
Bo: No, that will never happen again.
Kayla: Well, that's what I like to see. Excuse me.
Bo: Get lost, sis. I'm trying to score here.
Kayla: I'm sorry, but I'm looking for mom. Do you know where she is?
Bo: Yeah, she went upstairs, put her feet up. Did you find pop?
Kayla: Yeah, he's over at the garage, and he won't come home.
Kayla: Did you know that Billie's here?
Hope: Uh, yeah, I did.
Kayla: Yeah, well, Steve is out there talking to her. And not that I feel guilty or anything, but, you know, I really hate to see her get hurt.
Bo: Yeah. Well, I think Steve will take care of that.
Kayla: You know, I really want to thank the two of you for everything you did and being so patient with Steve and not judging him when he didn't remember being married to me.
Hope: But he does remember.
Kayla: Well, not everything, but a lot of our life together, and I'm just so happy.
Hope: Oh, honey, you're such a girl.
Kayla: Oh, stop it.
Hope: Come here.
Kayla: Stop it.
Hope: I'm happy for you.
Kayla: Thank you. Oh, stop it. Don't give me that look.
Hope: Look at that face.
Kayla: I remember this very sweet, sensitive guy that told me that your heart is your compass and if you follow, it will take you in the right direction. It was some guy with a boat.
Hope: With a boat. Hmm, let me think. Yeah, I know that guy. Stubborn, very stubborn -- certainly not perfect.
Kayla: Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.
Hope: But I couldn't live without him.
Kayla: On that note, excuse me.
Billie: You should have called me on the phone after you knew your future was with Kayla. You should have called me up, and you should have said, "hey, Billie, guess what. Remember all that stuff we were talking about before? Well, major, major retraction. I just want to let you know Kayla's in, you're out. Sorry. My bad." You know? That's all I wanted.
Steve: Right, I should have called.
Steve: Billie, please, don't think this is nothing to me. I didn't want to hurt you. Listen, when it all started coming back to me, my brain was flipping out. I had all these pictures racing through my head. I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown. I didn't know what was coming at me. But then when things calmed down, I felt like... it was like I had an epiphany. My life had totally changed, you know? And I didn't call you because I didn't want to tell you this over the phone. I didn't think that would be right.
Billie: No, I get it. I get it. You and Kayla are soul mates... again. I'm happy for you. I just have one question. What was I to you?
Abby: How can we help? We're not cops.
Roman: That's exactly my point. Cops know a lot, but they don't always have their fingers on the pulse of Salem's young people.
Chelsea: My pulse is normal.
Roman: Chelsea, I'm glad your pulse is normal. And again, that's my point. You two are normal young women -- emphasis on young. You know where the hangouts are -- places where cops may not think to look. Now, I know that you know what I'm talking about -- abandoned houses where kids can go hang out and not be bothered. Hell, barns, basements, garages -- anyplace where younger people just flat-out go to get away from older people.
Abby: We get it. So, what you're saying is that you want us to go to these places to look for Max?
Chelsea: And Mimi.
Roman: Exactly. Talk to your friends. Ask them if they know anything. We have a ton of missing-person flyers.
Abby: Well, we can help put them up.
Roman: Good, I was hoping you'd say that.
Chelsea: Yeah, we'll get a bunch of people to help us do it.
Roman: Okay, I tell you what -- come down to the station first thing in the morning.
Abby: Thanks. It feels good to do something.
Roman: Okay, now, both of you, listen to me. I promise you this -- we will get them home safe.
Mimi: I give up.
Max: Oh, come on. Please, just one more time. We're so close. We're so close.
Mimi: We're too close. I feel like I'm shooting an X-rated movie.
Max: Please, just try it again. You're gonna get it this time. Besides, it's our only chance.
Mimi: Well, when you put it that way... okay, I'm going in...again. This is really the weirdest thing I've ever done.
Max: I hope so.
Mimi: Okay, I think I've got it. Please tell me that's the knife.
Max: You have the pocketknife. Now get it out of the pocket. Get it out of the pocket, Mimi.
Mimi: "Mimi, do this. Mimi, do that." Remind me never to marry you. "Hey, Meems, get a beer out of the fridge."
Max: Oh, you are awesome. Okay, now, can you get the blade out? You're incredible.
Mimi: Oh, yeah, you probably say that to every woman who sticks her hand in your pocket.
Max: Hey, okay, now, less humor and more action, woman. I want to get out of this position.
Mimi: It's hard.
Max: Get it. Get it. Get it.
Max: Oh, yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Max: Go, go.
Max: Go, go, go.
Mimi: Oh, my God. I got it! Sit up! Sit up!
Mimi: Wow. Crazy, us being tied up like that, huh?
Max: Oh, man, this is an adventure.
Mimi: Yeah, and not one I'd ever like to relive.
Max: It wasn't that bad, now, was it?
Mimi: Get your mind out of the gutter, Brady. We still have to get ourselves out of this place.
Mimi: Help me.
Max: Come on.
Mimi: Oh, my God.
Billie: What was I to you?
Steve: I wish you wouldn't do this to yourself.
Billie: No, I want to know, did I mean anything to you at all, or was I just a time filler while you were waiting for your memory to come back?
Steve: It was nothing like that.
Billie: Then what was it? What was it? Your silence...is deafening.
Steve: I'm really sorry.
Mimi: Ow! Well, the window is covered in rock-solid wood, and I've got a sore hand to prove it.
Max: And the trapdoor is padlocked.
Mimi: Now what do we do?
Max: Well, we're stuck until we find a way to escape.
Mimi: What is this place?
Max: A basement.
Mimi: Well, I know it's a basement, but whose basement is it? I mean, are we in Victor's house?
Max: Yeah, Victor has 30 rooms in his mansion, and his basement cellar looks like Auntie Em's root cellar. I mean, check out the stuff on the shelves. I mean, there's candles and candle holders and --
Mimi: Hey, we're in the basement of a church.
Max: Or a very religious person because churches usually have people in them.
Mimi: I don't know what it's called, but if you drive all the way down Catalina Drive, past University Hospital, there's this tiny chapel surrounded by trees. That's where we are.
Max: That's great! That's great! It sounds like we're in the middle of nowhere. Prepare yourself for a long wait.
Mimi: For what?
Max: For someone to find us!
Mimi: Well, I'm freezing and starving.
Max: Look, me too, okay? Now, we need to find something to keep warm and food -- any kind of food.
E.J.: You have a protective father. What's funny is -- I mean, if you think about it -- that Hope only thinks she's carrying your baby. You're not actually the daddy, really, are you?
Patrick: Yeah, I know that. And she's going away with me like we planned, but here's a little heads-up for you -- I'm not gonna hurt Hope.
E.J.: Well, well, well. You really have the hots for Fancy Face Brady, don't you? Not that I blame you. I mean, she's a tasty piece.
Patrick: Don't you talk about her like that.
E.J.: Oh, my, Patrick. Do we have a dream about running off with Bo Brady's wife? Let me guess. You're gonna go and live in some little thatched hut somewhere. Oh, that nice little island you were talking about. Is that the plan?
Patrick: Shut your mouth. I am telling you how it's gonna be, and nobody is going to hurt Hope.
E.J.: You enjoy your fantasy, Patrick, 'cause that's what it is. It's a fantasy. See, when the time comes, you will do whatever I ask you to do whenever I want you to. Why? 'Cause I'm taking the bigger burden here. I'm the one who ends up with blood on his hands.
Patrick: Blood -- whose blood?
Max: I got us a bed.
Mimi: Velvet altar cloths.
Mimi: Although I think we're gonna need to say our prayers before we go to sleep.
Max: Oh, no problem. I have a prayer of thanks all ready.
Max: And there's a drain and a rusty sink in there for washing your hands and...you know.
Max: It's better than nothing, Mimi.
Mimi: I've always wanted to drape myself in velvet.
Mimi: I don't know. My brain needs food.
Max: I am about to make you a very happy person.
Mimi: What is it?
Max: A picnic basket.
Mimi: Victor didn't want us to starve, I guess.
Max: Oh, my goodness.
Mimi: Oh, thank you.
Mimi: So, how much do you think is in there?
Max: Couple days' worth.
Mimi: So, what do we do after that?
Max: After that? We are not gonna be here that long because we are gonna rest and we are gonna find a way to get out of here.
Mimi: You're right. There's got to be some kind of junk in here that can help us get out.
Max: I like the way you think.
Mimi: You know, I'm glad I'm not here alone. And I'm really glad that I'm here with you.
Mimi: Yeah, 'cause when you say that we're gonna find a strategy, I believe you.
Max: Well, there's no one else I'd rather go slowly out of my mind with.
Abby: So, Chelsea and I are gonna work on the investigation, too.
Bo: Yeah, Roman makes a smart move every now and then. So, how many properties do you think Victor owns here in Salem?
Hope: Are you talking to me?
Bo: Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Hope: I have no idea. Why?
Bo: Well, we could find out at the hall of records.
Abby: That's great.
Bo: Yeah, you know, I used to be a cop.
Abby: Well, you know what? I am gonna go home and make a list of all the places to go look, so good night.
Bo: Good night. Good to see you.
Abby: You too.
Bo: Thanks for your help.
Hope: Drive safely, okay?
Bo: I can't do anything. I have to stand around here and look at maps.
Hope: Brady, what's with you?
Chelsea: Hey, what's up?
Abby: Call me as soon as you get up tomorrow. We're gonna go to City Hall.
Abby: I'll explain everything to you tomorrow, but -- is your mom okay?
Chelsea: Yeah, she's not feeling well.
Abby: Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
Chelsea: Okay. I'm really sorry. I know that it probably never helped that I never liked the guy.
Billie: Maybe someday it will. I wonder how many times you can get your heart broken and go on living.
Chelsea: Mom, I'm really, really sorry. You know what? I'm gonna get a job. I'm gonna get a job, and I'm gonna help out with rent so we can finally get our own apartment together, just our own little place.
Steve: Oh, man.
Kayla: How you doing?
Steve: It didn't occur to me that Billie would be here.
Kayla: Yeah, it's unfortunate timing.
Steve: It's a big mess. I apologized to her for not calling her right away, but she didn't want to hear it.
Kayla: Well, everybody's feelings are a bit raw. Maybe it would be good for both of you if you sat down and wrote her a letter.
Steve: A letter?
Roman: John called. He and Doc just got back from Italy.
Bo: Great, what did they find?
Roman: You're not gonna believe it.
Patrick: So, who are you gonna kill, E.J.?
E.J.: What we've been doing so far, making the Brady’s' lives misery, is merely the overture to the opera. The curtain is about to go up on the greatest tragedy that Salem has ever known.
Patrick: Just tell me.
E.J.: Three men are going to die, the first before I leave Salem.
Patrick: Well, who is it?
E.J.: Please, Patrick. I don't recall you being so concerned when you were running around from one European Capital to the next, following me, begging -- begging for a chance at my lifestyle. I don't recall you having so much concern for your friends and family then.
Patrick: That was before I knew how demented you really were.
E.J.: You knew I was a DiMera. You were out for yourself, Patrick. And now you have to pay me back what I gave to you.
Patrick: Well, who's the marked man?
E.J.: John Black. And if you breathe a word to a soul, I will add your body to the pile. You hear me?
Mimi: That water is like ice. What I wouldn't give for a hot bath right now.
Max: We just got to pretend we're camping out.
Mimi: We're camping in. Does that thing work?
Max: Uh, I'm hoping. I want to hear the news and see if anyone's trying to find us. No, nothing. Sorry.
Mimi: You ahora, chicos y chicas, aquí tenemos música para bailar.
Max: Not nothing, but close. No hablo espaņol.
Mimi: No, no, no, no, wait.
Mimi: I like it. Let's leave it on.
Patrick: Why are you going through with this little hit mission, E.J.?
E.J.: Do you remember what I told you about thinking too much, Patrick?
Patrick: You said you wanted some more time in Salem. Take it. The cops don't have enough evidence to come against you.
E.J.: The cops are going to be working overtime putting their case together. That is gonna give us the time
Patrick: Fine. Tell Stefano or whoever that you can't finish the job -- whatever.
E.J.: Only morons like you fail, Patrick. I'm a DiMera. I will not fail.
Patrick: All right. If you kill John Black, you won't leave Salem alive. And don't look to me to help you because, honestly, I will be right there cheering along with everyone else as they hang you from the highest light pole.
Roman: John and Doc saw Stefano, and they found out who E.J. Wells is. Does Elvis Jr. mean anything to you?
Bo: Oh, man. Elvis DiMera -- Susan Banks' kid.
Roman: All grown up and a human lethal weapon, like all the DiMera’s.
Bo: So, how do we get to him?
Roman: John's got a plan. He's gonna fill Abe and me in the morning.
Bo: What time? I'll be there.
Billie: Uh...did I hear you correctly? Something about getting a job?
Chelsea: Work is the way we sing.
Chelsea: I sound like a fortune cookie. Oh, my gosh. I don't know what it means, but it's just kind of cool.
Billie: Yeah. Well, I think it might be the most intelligent thing I've ever heard your mystery man say.
Chelsea: I mean it, Mom. Just think about it. We could have our own little place. Just picture it for a second. We could have people over. We could entertain. How cool would it be?
Billie: Are you feeling alright?
Chelsea: I know. She's so sick.
Billie: Okay, thank you. I didn't think I was gonna laugh today. Thanks, honey.
Chelsea: You're not gonna let that one-eyed pirate ruin your whole life, are you?
Steve: I don't know what I would write.
Kayla: How about what you feel? I know you're a man of few words, but you could give it a try.
Steve: If I write her a letter, it'll just make her feel worse.
Kayla: Well, maybe not. Maybe it would make her feel better. It's worth a shot.
E.J.: Wait, Patrick. You can expect one last message from me telling you how to deal with Hope Brady. Then you'll never hear from me again.
Patrick: Good, because eternity would be too soon. E.J., you said three men. John Black and who else, hmm? Who are the other two?
E.J.: I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Patrick. But you can expect a surprise on the order of a hurricane or typhoon for your little friends in Salem.
Roman: Abe is not gonna be real happy if you show up at the station in the morning.
Hope: Roman, come on. Give him a break. Like brother, like brother. He's not the sit-around-and-do-nothing type. He needs to feel useful. Come on.
Roman: Well, since that's what I told you, I can't very well argue. But when Abe blows up, I'm ducking.
Roman: See you later.
Bo: Thanks a lot, bro. And thank you.
Hope: Thank you.
Bo: Oh, for what?
Hope: You're Bo Brady. I would have to say that is enough.
Steve: Okay, I'll do it. Maybe that is the best way to tell Billie I'm sorry. She gets so upset when she's around me. I'll write the letter, but it won't be poetry.
Kayla: All it has to be is the truth.
Steve: She's still gonna think I'm a jerk. I am.
Kayla: You are not a jerk.
Steve: You do love me, don't you?
Steve: Let's go home.
Kayla: And you said you weren't a poet.
Billie: Come on. Let's go.
Max: You want salsa music, you got salsa music.
Mimi: I always fall asleep to music. And this music sounds so...happy.
Max: Well... It's time for bed, yeah?
Max: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good idea.
Sami: I am afraid of E.J, he was violent. He is capable of anything, including murder.
Patrick: You go be with your family. Enjoy it.
Kayla: There's just one last thing.
Steve: What's that?
Kayla: Did you write that letter to Billie?
Abe: Sami, we would like to set a trap for E.J. Wells.
John: In other words, they need someone who can help set him up.
Roman: We'd like you to be that someone.
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