Days Transcript Tuesday 2/27/07

Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 2/27/07 - Canada; Wednesday 2/28/07 - U.S.A.

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E.J.: Coming, Samantha.

Sami: Why did you come back?

E.J.: You, of course. I'm sure you'd agree that when it comes to affairs of the heart, honesty is the best policy. I'm gonna tell Lucas that his wife-to-be slept with another man.

Max: Ow. Hi. Um. . . I knew you were coming in. I just didn't know if you were for sure. I was hoping you were coming in.

Abby: Well, I'm glad you were.

Max: Oh, I guess you haven't heard about Bonnie yet.

Abby: Bonnie?

Max: She confessed to killing her husband.

Abby: What do you mean?

Max: It is for me. Plus, I got all these back orders.

Abby: If I lose this job, I won't make my tuition.

Dr. Rebert: Fallon. Is there a problem?

Dr. Endo: Dr. Rebert, can I have a word?

Dr. Rebert: Dr. Endo, Miss Brady -- interesting seeing you two.

Dr. Endo: There were some events brought to my attention.

Dr. Rebert: What kind of events?

Dr. Endo: I think we're better off doing this privately, Rebert. We need to talk.

Chelsea: What? Did you really think I would let you get away with it?

Shawn D. : Hey, Belle, look what I found. Oh, sorry. Is she all right?

Belle: She's fine. She's sleeping. She's gonna be starving when she gets up. What is this?

Shawn D. : I just grabbed whatever looked tasty.

Belle: Well, how do we know it's okay? This could be poisonous.

Shawn D. : I guess there's only one way to find out.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives.

Belle: Wait. What are you doing?

Shawn D. : Just a little taste test.

Belle: No. Don't do that.

Shawn D. : Belle, it's survival, and Claire -- she needs her mom. There's tons of animals. They've got to eat. So some of these have got to be safe.

Belle: What if you choose the wrong one?

Shawn D. : Then Claire still has her mom.

Belle: A dad comes in handy, too, every once in a while.

Shawn D. : It's either you, or it's me. Heads or tails? Whoever wins gets to eat dinner first. You call it.

Belle: Heads.

Shawn D. : Tails. You lose.

Max: I already feel like a complete jerk as is, so don't -- I don't need to hear it.

Abby: Max, you're not doing anything wrong. You just need to catch your breath and get your own life back in order again. I'm sure Mimi understands.

Max: I'm not so sure about that, but, thanks, anyway, for saying it.

Abby: You are a good guy, Max.

Max: Good guys don't bail, Abby. They're on call 24 hours a day.

Abby: And you have been.

Max: Until now. I'm so sick of hearing my own voice telling her everything's gonna be okay when I don't even know if that's true or not.

Abby: Have you tried talking to her about it?

Max: Are you kidding me? All this stuff that's going on in her life -- I can't just dump my stuff on her now.

Abby: Then I'm afraid you don't qualify.

Max: Qualify for what?

Abby: A real jerk wouldn't care at all about what's going on in Mimi's life, but. . . you obviously care a lot.

Max: How is it that you know the right thing to say all the time?

Abby: Well, that's why you called me, right? That and that you're really backed up with your work.

Max: Yeah.

Abby: And you do know how good I am with a lug wrench, right, Brady?

Max: Well, I've worked with worse.

Abby: Since I've been at the library since dawn, what's still left of my brain couldn't feel any flatter.

Max: So you're volunteering, then?

Abby: Well, some work with my hands might relax me.

Max: Well, be my guest. The points and the plugs are all done, but it still needs an oil change if you're up for it.

Abby: Of course I am.

Sami: I am not playing games with you, E.J.

E.J.: Sweetheart --

Sami: Don't call me that.

E.J.: The last thing that I'm doing is playing a game -- not about this. I intend to tell Lucas the truth. The poor man deserves nothing less, Samantha.

Sami: You do, and it'll be the biggest mistake of your life.

E.J.: Really? What exactly will you do, eh? You gonna have the police set me up? Oh Forgot. You already did that, didn't you? And how did that work out for you, again? Tell me.

Sami: I helped you escape the police roadblock.

E.J.: As I recall, we helped each other.

Sami: I helped you through that roadblock because you were holding a gun to my head. Then you helped me save Lucas' life after you forced me to have sex with you.

E.J.: Do you have a point?

Sami: My point is. . . that we both got what we wanted that night, and the last thing you need is for people to find out more evidence that will actually prove that you shot John Black, just like I don't want anyone to know that you --

E.J.: What? That we have this connection together, Samantha? Body and soul. It's forever. That's the truth of the matter.

Sami: The truth is that you raped me.

E.J.: Really? Why do you insist on calling it that? Think, Samantha. Remember how it felt when you were lying in my arms? Do you remember how it felt --

Sami: Shut up, all right?! Shut your mouth!

E.J.: Samantha, no matter what you say, there was more to what happened in that car than just saving Lucas' life.

Sami: Why are you doing this to me? All I want is to be happy with the man and the family that I have always dreamed of.

E.J.: With the man you've always dreamed of, eh?

Sami: Why are you trying to ruin my life?

Dr. Rebert: Actually, no. Now is not a good time.

Dr. Endo: Rebert, Miss Brady has lodged a complaint.

Dr. Rebert: After one day? She just started.

Dr. Endo: You took her out for an intimate dinner last night.

Dr. Rebert: I wouldn't call that intimate. She came to me for some he with calculus. I hadn't eaten. It was two birds. I was trying to do her a favor.

Chelsea: By practically groping me in your car and then telling me you'd have me fired if I said anything?

Dr. Rebert: I'm sorry that I didn't catch this in her interview. It's my mistake. It couldn't be clearer now. Obviously Miss Brady is a pathological liar.

Max: You're amazing, you know that?

Abby: Sure. But do you?

Max: Ha ha. I didn't even know what these tools were until I was about 15. The first time pop let me change the oil, I was, say, I don't know, 13, 14. And, you know, he wanted to show me how to get it done, but I was just so anxious. I couldn't wait.

Abby: Because you knew everything already?

Max: Yeah, that was me.

Abby: Yeah, still is.

Max: Except now I know there's a difference between oil and transmission fluid. It took pop a week to figure out why his gears kept slipping.

Abby: You really shouldn't tell me stories about how you couldn't see the difference between an oil pan and a tranny.

Max: Somehow I think my secret's safe with you, Deveraux. So, what, am I wrong?

Abby: Never.

Max: If only. You bring it out in me, Abs. If you keep hanging around, I just might tell you everything. Abby? Hello?

Abby: I heard you. Listen, if you're just gonna stand there like a dork, why don't you go grab me a soda?

Max: Okay, lady, you got it. You got it.

Abby: Do you ever.

Belle: Shawn --

Shawn D. : It's okay. It's actually tasting kind of okay.

Belle: "Kind of"? What does it taste like?

Shawn D. : Just joking. It's actually not that bad. It's -- I don't know. I'd give it 2 ½ stars. It's a lot better than Brussels sprouts.

Belle: Well, how long before you --

Shawn D. : Until I turn green and start gagging? Give it, like, an hour. And if I'm still breathing, then --

Belle: What? What's wrong? God, what's wrong, Shawn?

Shawn D. : Scratch the hour. I got --

Belle: Wait, Shawn.

Dr. Rebert: It's sad, really. Obviously, the girl needs some therapy and I'd be happy to give you a referral if you like.

Chelsea: No, I'll tell you what's sad. What's said is somebody that uses their job to force women to sleep with them.

Dr. Rebert: Dr. Endo, I have no idea why Miss Brady is focusing her troubling sexually history of lying.

Nick: Not this time. I was there, Dr. Endo. He was groping her.

Dr. Rebert: Oh, please, Fallon. You've told me how you've been trying to get into her pants for months, or did you forget to tell the doctor about those anonymous e-mails with my picture attached? The boy's a certified stalker.

Dr. Endo: Well, Mr. Fallon and Miss Brady told me about their exchange on the internet, and Nick here explained all about using your photograph.

Dr. Rebert: Well, then so you see -- he lies just as much as his girlfriend does. Look, doc, you hired me. You know my professional record is completely clear.

Dr. Endo: It's your personal behavior that has me concerned.

Dr. Rebert: Shouldn't this hospital show some support for its staff members?

Nick: I think he's right, Dr. Endo. You shouldn't take anyone's word for it. You should look at the evidence.

Sami: What are you laughing at?

E.J.: Darling, this is classic you. You lap up all the attention for a truly miraculous rescue, not ever once feeling guilty enough to tell the truth, without ever once feeling. Well, not on my own, anyway. "

Sami: You forced me to lie, and you know it.

E.J.: You lied because it suited you. What you did for Lucas was something completely different.

Sami: I saved Lucas' life! I deserve for everyone to be proud of me. Do you know how long -- how much I have wanted that?

E.J.: What about me, hmm? What about what I've wanted?

Sami: You got what you wanted that night. What is it with you, anyway? You have fan clubs of people who admire you. You have more money than Trump, and yet you live here. You could have any woman you wanted with just a smile. Why won't you leave me alone?

E.J.: Because none of that means anything to me now, Samantha. The only thing that I want now is to be a father to my child.

Sami: It might not be yours.

E.J.: And I am not about. . . to let some dime-a-dozen loser like Lucas Roberts stand in the way of me and my future. So save your tears for the peanut gallery, 'cause you and I -- we're bound together forever.

Abby: Well, I'm all done, and she's looking good.

Jed: You?

Abby: What are you doing here?

Max: You know him?

Abby: Yeah. We're in the same history class. He's --

Max: Jed. I know. This is his car you're working on.

Abby: Oh, my gosh. I owe you a huge apology.

Jed: Forget it.

Max: Wait. Hang on. What did you do?

Abby: Well, when he told me he had car trouble, I thought he was hitting on me.

Jed: And I was. So I guess I owe you an apology, too.

Abby: So we're even, then.

Max: Ah. It's Mimi. I-I should take this.

Jed: Hey. If I'd have known you could fix cars, I wouldn't have given up on you so fast, Abby.

Max: Okay.

Belle: Shawn. . .

Shawn D. : No, please. Don't touch my face.

Belle: What can I do?

Shawn D. : Pity's good. I can handle pity.

Belle: Are you okay?

Shawn D. : Oh, so far, so bad. I'm just grateful that whatever that berry was is out of my system now. It wasn't so bad going down, but coming up --

Belle: Okay, yeah. Don't need to hear that. No more taste tests at all.

Shawn D. : I wish. The rest of the food that we took is soaked in salt water.

Belle: Well, you know, we can use coconuts. They're everywhere. They're safe.

Shawn D. : You got a drill? 'Cause I couldn't put a dent in them, unless you got a jackhammer.

Belle: Well, then it's my turn.

Shawn D. : What? No. Belle, no. Give it to me.

Belle: Why?

Shawn D. : I said to you that Claire needs her mom.

Belle: Let go.

Shawn D. : Give it to me.

Belle: Shawn, please.

Dr. Endo: If you have something that will substantiate Miss Brady's claim, I would like to see it.

Dr. Rebert: What did you get? Another e-mail that says what a bad boy I am?

Nick: It's a little better than that. Doctor, I have a picture that I took last night, if you'd like to see it.

Chelsea: You took a picture?

Nick: It's a snapshot I took before I pulled Dr. Rebert off of Chelsea.

Dr. Endo: Rebert, this is you, is it not? Perhaps you'd be happier if we continued this upstairs.

Dr. Rebert: Yes, sir.

Chelsea: Why didn't you tell me?

Nick: I thought if you knew that I took a picture, you'd -- you'd be mad, and the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass you, I mean, after everything else. I wanted to hold it back. I didn't want to have to show it.

Chelsea: Thank you.

Nick: No problem.

Chelsea: No, Nick, it was. I mean, you went out of your way for me. It was really sweet, and, uh, I'm really grateful.

Nick: Chelsea, are you kidding me? Everybody who works here is grateful to you. Standing up, talking to Dr. Endo, especially when it turns out you weren't the only assistant that Dr. Rebert put the moves on.

Chelsea: What?

Nick: Yeah. At least two other women were afraid to come forward, but now that you stood up. . .

Chelsea: Nick, that's great.

Nick: Yeah. I know. And so are you. You're like Norma Rae.

Chelsea: Who?

Nick: Uh, Erin Brockovich, Lara Croft -- somebody who saves people.

Chelsea: It's a compliment.

Nick: Yeah.

Sami: You are like a dog with a bone with this "it's my baby, it's my baby" cry.

Sami: It might not belong to you. You don't know it's you.

E.J.: And Lucas doesn't know that it's his. It kind of funny really.

E.J.: I've got you to the point Sami so say 'Let's Make a Deal'.

E.J.: Excellent.

Abby: So. . .

Jed: Tell me that to my face.

Abby: Okay.

Jed: That's better. So, how's my baby?

Abby: Your -- Oh. Uh, right. Why don't you just start her up and see? Turn it on. Well?

Jed: Good job. Sounds great.

Abby: Max did most of the work. He's the best.

Jed: Got a bill for me?

Abby: That would be Max's department, but as soon as he's off.

Jed: I guess it's your job to entertain me while we wait.

Abby: Hmm. Guess again.

Jed: Look, I know I push a little hard. It's part of the jock thing, I guess, so don't hold it against me.

Abby: I don't.

Jed: Then it must be my face, 'cause you can't even look at me.

Abby: I'm sorry. I've been at the library since 7:00. I did research till 10:00. I came here. I got under your car.

Jed: Sounds like you have a full schedule.

Abby: Don't you?

Jed: I'm trying to catch up to classes I was a week late for. My sister just came up with tuition last minute, and the check came from nowhere.

Abby: Well, she sounds like a great sister.

Jed: Yeah, she is.

Abby: Cool.

Jed: Cool. So, I guess you know I'm not talking to you to impress my dumb jock friends, right?

Abby: Uh, yeah. I guess so.

Jed: Good. Now that we got that straightened out, what would you say if I asked you out?

Belle: Shawn. Hello? Are you okay?

Shawn D. : Yeah, yeah. I feel better.

Belle: Good.

Shawn D. : I think those berries actually settled my stomach.

Belle: Good, then that means that they're good for Claire.

Shawn D. : Yeah, I don't see why not. They should be good for you, too.

Belle: That's good news, except that there's not enough of these. Do you know where we can get some more?

Shawn D. : I-I don't. I just grabbed what I could find.

Belle: Well, after Claire's up and she's fed, we'll go and find some more.

Shawn D. : Hey, what do you think about squirrels?

Belle: What? To eat? You can't be serious.

Shawn D. : All right. What about rabbits? I'll just sharpen little sticks, and I'll go spear them.

Belle: You would actually kill a bunny?

Shawn D. : Belle, we've got to eat something here. I've been hunting with my dad tons of times.

Belle: Oh, right. Yeah. You've been spear hunting with your dad on a tropical island. I'm sorry. I'm not feeding my child some poor, little shish-kebabbed animal.

Shawn D. : Okay. All right. How about fish? Fish?

Belle: Fish is good. Yeah. I guess fish is okay.

Shawn D. : Okay. I'm gonna take these vines and wrap them up and make a net.

Belle: Shawn of the jungle, right?

Shawn D. : That's me -- Castaway Brady. [Both chuckle] That's right. And tonight we're gonna be whipping up something fast, fresh, and healthy. You stick to the fish/berry South island beach diet, and you're gonna shed all them unwanted pounds.

Belle: Right, right, and we're gonna make millions on the book sales and buy our own island.

Shawn D. : We already have our own island. The problem is I don't know how we're gonna market this idea, because the people who are on here, if there's any, are on. . .

Together: The fish/berry South island beach diet.

Claire: Mommy.

Shawn D. : Shh! If we do get stuck here -- I'm not gonna lie to you -- we might -- I'm glad I'm here with you.

Belle: Stuck with me, you mean.

Shawn D. : Gladly.

Sami: What do you want?

E.J.: Your Uncle Bo recently planted himself in my face. It seems that the Salem Police Department are once again interested in my case.

Sami: I don't have anything to do with that. I don't run the Salem Police Department.

E.J.: No, you don't, but your daddy does. And as you're an expert at conning dear, old Roman, I thought you could make a few inquiries, see what you can find out.

Sami: My dad doesn't discuss ongoing investigations with anyone.

E.J.: Yes, but, Samantha, darling, you're not just anyone, are you? You are quite the most cunning, deceitful, and manipulative person I have ever met who's not, you know, directly related to me. So I'd wager every last pound that with the right incentive, you could get your daddy to tell his sweet, little girl everything that I need to know.

Jed: It's my fault we started off on the wrong foot.

Abby: No, it's cool.

Jed: Are we?

Abby: Yeah. But, like I said, I mean, I'm seeing someone, kind of.

Jed: How "kind of" is "kind of"?

Abby: Well, you know, not hot.

Jed: Kind of.

Abby: Right. Kind of understood.

Jed: Hard to compete with "kind of understood. " I was looking for someone for - Bolshevik talk.

Abby: Wow. Someone's been catching up on his assignments.

Jed: Yeah. Somebody's looking to pass. You got a major yet?

Abby: Mnh-mnh. You?

Jed: Business. I'm gonna run my own fortune 500, 9-, 10-figure salary company. You? You grow up without it, you're willing to do what you have to. I'm just looking to help my family out one day. I could make it into the majors, though, too. Baseball is my fallback. Dream big, or why dream, right? Obnoxious?

Abby: No. It's actually cool.

Jed: So, what do you think the chances of me getting a yes are? Change your mind about getting coffee with me? Come on. What do you say, Abby?

Abby: I can't, Jed. I would love to, but I can't. I'm sorry.

Claire: Mama

Belle: Oh, sweetie.

Shawn D. : Is she all right?

Belle: She's dreaming.

Shawn D. : Dreaming's good. Sleep actually sounds pretty good, too. I think that the appetizer kind of took a bite out of me.

Belle: No, I think she's got the right idea. We could all probably use some catching up.

Shawn D. : Yeah.

Belle: Here.

Shawn D. : Do you want some help? Hmm?

Belle: No, I think I got it.

Shawn D. : Yeah? Okay. I guess I'll just -- I'm just gonna go. . .

Belle: No, wait. Shawn, no. You don't have to. I mean, if it starts raining or something, you won't have to squeeze in later.

Shawn D. : Are you sure? Is this okay?

Belle: Good night.

Shawn D. : Good night.

Chelsea: Okay. I take a report, find the case number, and type it in.

Nick: Hold on.

Chelsea: What? I couldn't have done anything wrong yet.

Nick: Somebody doesn't look too happy.

Chelsea: Oh. And for once, it's not me. See you later, Dr. Sleazebert.

Dr. Endo: Attention, please. Attention, please. Thank you. Now, effective immediately, Dr. Rebert has resigned. Senior Staff, for the moment, will supervise all experiments. And, Nick Fallon, Miss Brady, we're all indebted to you. I suspect you earned the gratitude and respect of your coworkers here. Nick Fallon and Chelsea Brady, everyone. Thank you.

Sami: For you? You expect me to lie to my father for you? Please.

E.J.: I expect you, Samantha, to do whatever you have to do to save your relationship, to save your standing in the hearts of those nearest and dearest to you. Posing a few innocent questions is quite worth it.

Sami: My father will be suspicious.

E.J.: Probably. But he'll think you're asking because the thought of me shakes you down to your toes.

Sami: You’re sick.

E.J.: He thinks you're frightened of me. He thinks that's why you set me up at the boathouse. If he thinks that you're still frightened, well --

Sami: I'm not doing it. Forget it. Sorry.

E.J.: Sorry -- that much I guarantee. However, I have this funny feeling that, in just a moment, you might change your mind.

Sami: Who are you calling?

E.J.: Lucas. And if you don't agree to my request, when he answers, I'm gonna tell him everything.

Abby: I'm really sorry, Jed.

Jed: Yeah. Me too.

Max: Abby, can you lock up, please?

Abby: What happened?

Max: It's Mimi. She's kind of in bad shape, so I was gonna head over there.

Jed: Max, can I pay you first?

Max: Actually, I didn't write up the invoice. Abby. . .

Abby: Go on. I'll take care of it. 'S what I'm here for -- right? -- Helping out.

Max: See, you're the best. Thanks. I'll call you later. Thank you. Bye.

Abby: Bye.

Jed: Bye-bye.

Abby: Oh. Sorry. Right. Your bill -- I'll just write it up right now. Actually, you know what? Why don't I figure it out over a cup of coffee? That is, if the offer is still open.

Chelsea: I can't believe it. I told the truth, and it still worked out for me. Nick, this has never happened before.

Nick: How does it feel?

Chelsea: It feels -- God, it feels great. And you know what the best part about it is?

Nick: I know what I think the best part is.

Chelsea: Dr. Endo called me your colleague, like I actually belong here, working in the lab.

Nick: That's because you deserve it.

Chelsea: I do?

Nick: You deserve so much, Chelsea.

Belle: So, I guess we're okay, huh?

Shawn D. : I'd say we were a lot better than "okay," wouldn't you?

Belle: Well, I'm still a little worried about the berries.

Shawn D. : The berries? You mean "okay," as in here on the island surviving okay?

Belle: What did you think I met?

Shawn D. : Like "okay" as in you and I.

Belle: Oh. No. I-I meant that we're gonna be okay, okay, like Claire's gonna be okay, okay.

Shawn D. : Belle, don't worry about Claire. You know what she needs before she does and way, way before I do, and your heart -- it just knows.

Belle: You're pretty good at that, too.

Shawn D. : So, um, I guess we're -- we're okay now.

Belle: Hmm. I guess.

Shawn D. : You guess?

Belle: I know. We're okay.

Shawn D. : Well, okay, then.

Belle: Okay, then.

Shawn D. : Belle. . .

Belle: Mm-hmm.

E.J.: It's still ringing.

Sami: You wouldn't.

E.J.: But, you see, I already have. Here, if you don't believe me. Oh. Ah.

Sami: Give it.

E.J.: I take it we have a deal.

Sami: Don't make me lie to my father. He will find out.

E.J.: I can only grapple with one problem at a time right now, so if he finds out, we'll deal with it. In the meantime, as sad as I am about putting you into another uneasy position, I need to know what the police have in mind.

Sami: You need?

E.J.: Yes, I do. Come on. It'll be fun. Lighten up.

Sami: Why are you even here? Why didn't you just stay in Mexico City? Why'd you have to come back to Salem and risk being arrested? What is so freaking important here, anyway?

E.J.: You are. You're the reason I came back, Samantha.

Jed: So, now you want to get that cup of coffee with me?

Abby: Well, if you still want to.

Jed: Yeah, just wondering -- aren't you still hot and heavy with somebody?

Abby: Yeah, but if that's a problem --

Jed: No, it's cool. Just us friends -- me, you, and our history.

Abby: History?

Jed: Our class -- all that Russian stuff.

Abby: Oh. Russian stuff. Right. I'm just gonna go get my coat, and you can warm up the car.

Jed: Cool.

Abby: I'll be right there. Very cool. Your loss, Max.

Jed: Come on, comrade. We can't start the revolution without you.

Abby: Okay.

Chelsea: You're so quiet.

Nick: I guess you can't hear my heart pounding.

Chelsea: What?

Nick: It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Runs in the family. Fallon’s get hungry, they palpitate. Quirky genetics.

Chelsea: Well, then, why don't you let me make you dinner -- to say thank you?

Nick: Are you kidding me, Chelsea? I'm the one who got you into this whole mess, telling you my name was Shane Patton, sending you, you-know-who's picture.

Chelsea: Yeah. You're the one that should be making me the apology dinner, so what's your specialty?

Nick: Toast. Or I can make you a mean peanut-butter, banana, and marshmallow sandwich.

Chelsea: Oh, boy. Okay. Um, I'll cook, and then maybe you could, I don't know, help me with my calculus homework.

Nick: Oh. I see. This whole thing was a ploy to get me to tutor you.

Chelsea: That's right, and I planned it that way from the beginning, so there's no way you can back out now.

Nick: Well, lucky for you, I'm flattered by all the attention.

Chelsea: Yep, that's me -- Ms. Lucky.

Belle: Wait, Shawn.

Shawn D. : Belle, it's okay.

Belle: No. It's not okay. What are you doing?!

Shawn D. : Me? Us -- I thought that's what you wanted.

Belle: Oh, yeah, of course. It's so typical.

Shawn D. : You kissed me back.

Belle: "Maybe finally he's getting it. " You are so clueless sometimes.

Claire: (Crying)

Shawn D. : I'm sorry.

Belle: Great. Great. Look what you've done.

Shawn D. : I'm sorry that I spoke too loud. I'm sorry that I misread your signals.

Belle: I didn't send any signals. It's okay, baby. Shh!

Shawn D. : We were getting so close. I don't understand.

Belle: No, you don't -- clearly. You just -- you don't.

Shawn D. : Okay. Why don't you tell me? Help me understand.

Belle: I don't want to talk about this. Just go away. I don't want to be around you. I don't want to look at you. Just get out.

Shawn D. : What the hell?

Sami: You really care about me? If you cared about me --

E.J.: No "if," Samantha. I really care about you.

Sami: You have a really strange way of showing it.

E.J.: Yeah. . . strange, unfortunately, is a family hallmark. I prefer "unique". . . as you are. . . uniquely compelling, sensual woman that, despite my better judgments, I can't quite seem to get shot of.

Sami: You think talking like that -- do you think those words are gonna make me, what, throw myself at your feet?

E.J.: It has been known to happen. These are not just words, Samantha. I really feel this way.

Sami: I don't care how you feel. I don't care about you at all, and I never, ever will.

E.J.: You're wrong. I think you're afraid of how you feel.

Sami: You're even crazier than I thought. Enough. I'll get you the information you want, but I am doing it for Lucas and for Will and for me and for my baby. But this is it, you underst --

E.J.: I wonder who that is.

Sami: I don't care.

E.J.: What if it's Lucas? You might care then. I wonder if he saw the caller I. D. on his cellphone and came to ask me what I was calling him about. Let's find out, shall we? Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?

Abby: It's official. I am a failure at dating.

Nick: I think I have an idea. I know a way to turn things around for both of us.

Kayla: If you want to walk out that door, you're gonna have to kill me first.

E.J.: You want the truth, sunshine? I got it coming to you in spades.

Mimi: For once in your life, tell me the truth!

Bonnie: I'll tell you, but you're not gonna like it. In fact, you're gonna wish you never knew.

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