Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 3/27/07 - Canada; Wednesday 3/28/07 - U.S.A.
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Gabby: Shawn! Stop!
Shawn D. : You want more, you lousy drunk? Got anything else to say?
Gabby: Why won't you let him go?!
Shawn D.: You want to talk trash, go talk trash someplace else.
Gabby: Oh, my God.
Shawn D.: What?
Belle: You want to tell me what that was about?
Shawn D.: Just taking out the trash.
Gabby: Do you know that I told you that Charlie was not a problem? Didn't I tell you that I could handle him?
Shawn D.: Well, I just saved you the trouble.
Gabby: No, Shawn, you caused more, for all of us.
Max: Kayla, why are you thanking me? I would never turn down a lunch with my favorite sister.
Kayla: Especially when she's paying.
Max: Busted. Can you pass me the salt, please?
Kayla: When was the last time you ate?
Max: Uh...since doughnuts and coffee this morning. That's about it. Um, but, you know, if you hadn't have called, I'd probably still have my head under the transmission.
Kayla: You that behind at work?
Max: Mmm. You know, it's like...just paperwork stuff. It's been that way since Abby went off to her trip. But, you know, she's really good about that, you know, keeping everything together, keeping things in line, and if it hadn't been for her, I probably would have had to lease out the garage.
Kayla: Quite a girl.
Max: Mm-hmm. She is. So, um, you asked me to come down to talk to me about something, so what's up?
Kayla: You know, when was the last time that you went on a vacation?
Max: A what? Uh, not since Shawn was coming in. Why?
Kayla: Well, maybe a quick little trip is exactly what you need. You know, I hear the food is really great in Italy.
Kayla: Ever been?
Max: No. Maybe if I had the money...
Kayla: Well, then, perfect. I am going. I want you to come along with me. My treat.
Max: Okay, what's the catch?
Max: Yeah, catch. Come on, Kayla. I know you. I mean, we're family, okay, so what's going on?
Kayla: Uh... the trip might be just a smidge...
Max: Just a smidge...
Steve: Ah. The illustrious Dr. Ella Kraft. What took you so long?
Dr. Kraft: I understand we have a problem.
Steve: Yeah, we have a problem.
Dr. Kraft: The staff told me you turned down your meds again. I thought we had an agreement.
Steve: Yeah, and I thought you said that you and your jagged little pills were gonna help me. Well, they don’t.
Dr. Kraft: Give them time.
Steve: Time? I got no concept of time, lady. I take that crap, and everything stops. My head turns to Styrofoam. All I can do is drool.
Dr. Kraft: Then we will adjust the medications accordingly, but we can't unless you take the meds.
Steve: Adjust? You don't want to adjust anything. You want to flatten me out like the rest of these poor souls in here. I'm sorry, but that's not the trip I signed up for.
Dr. Kraft: Well, you're wrong, Mr. Johnson. That's exactly the trip you signed up for with me.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives.
Shawn D.: Trust me. The trouble was just getting started if I hadn't thrown that guy's drunken butt out of here.
Gabby: That drunken butt is attached to the sheriff of this place, Shawn.
Belle: I'm taking Claire upstairs.
Gabby: That's a good idea.
Shawn D.: You all right?
Belle: What do you think?
Shawn D.: Belle, wait, I was just trying to --
Duck: You! What were you thinking, you moron? What did you do to him?!
Shawn D.: He was drunk!
Duck: And the sun came up first thing this morning. Surprise.
Shawn D.: He was all over Gabby. I'm sorry.
Duck: Well, I'm sorry. I just got a call from the damn sheriff.
Gabby: I knew Charlie would file a complaint.
Shawn D.: For what? The guy was drunk and he was out of line, and I tossed him out.
Duck: Charlie's a local, you blue-eyed orangutan. Not to mention my best regular customer. And he's the brother-in-law of the damn --
Shawn D.: Yeah, I know. Gabby told me.
Duck: Did she also tell you the sheriff's a big "Law & Order" fan, thinks he's Wyatt freaking Earp out to clean up Dodge City. That'd be you, cowboy.
Shawn D.: Okay, all right, I'll talk to the sheriff, and I'll explain what went down.
Duck: You think he's gonna care, huh? He's gonna climb down your throat, and he's gonna drag half of you back out the way he went in. Look, after he's done, think about packing up the blonde and the brat and building another raft, would you?
Gabby: Dad, Shawn didn't mean to do any --
Duck: Whatever he meant or didn't mean, I want him gone. Understood?
Gabby: Sorry, I tried.
Shawn D.: You tried what? You shoot your mouth off to that drunk about Belle and me?
Gabby: Any new face around here, Charlie asks. All I told him --
Shawn D.: You told him too much, all right? More than you had any business repeating.
Gabby: Look, I'm sorry, but this is a really small island, and there's --
Shawn D.: Is that how you work, Gabby? You're friendly at first, and then you skim the gossip off the top and you just fling it all over the bar?
Gabby: Charlie asked, and I told him you and Belle were good people. And then he wanted to know if you guys were married.
Shawn D.: You shouldn't have told him anything. That's the point. Now I know I can't trust you. That's something, right? It's a good thing.
Max: [Chuckles] You want me to go on a dangerous trip with you to Italy to eat.
Kayla: Well, not entirely just to eat.
Max: [Laughs] I'll tell you, sis. You are always good at that -- like, making up the stories and trying to get me to, you know... damn it. You're not kidding, are you?
Kayla: Wish I was.
Max: Okay, so what's going on?
Kayla: It's Steve.
Max: Is he in trouble?
Kayla: It's bad.
Max: Look, I'm sorry I've been out of the family loop all this time. It's totally my fault. But I'm here now, so catch me up on what's going on.
Kayla: Well, uh, it happened a long time ago, back when we thought Steve, you know, when he was missing.
Max: The years we thought he was dead. Did you find out what happened or something?
Kayla: Well, some of it. Apparently, Stefano DiMera had him somehow and tortured him and brainwashed him.
Kayla: Yeah. And it looks like E.J. Wells was actually really behind it.
Max: Right. Stefano's son, right?
Kayla: He's a monster, Max, same as his father -- actually, maybe even worse. E.J. has some kind of hold on Steve that is causing him to do unspeakable things. And it's killing Steve, and it's killing me, too. And I just have to find out exactly what they did to him so I can try to undo it.
Max: Yeah, I get that. But what's in Italy?
Kayla: Stefano DiMera.
Max: You want to take him on?
Kayla: I don't have a choice.
Max: Wow. No offense, Kayla. You're my sister, and I love you to death, but this is insane. You could get killed.
Kayla: What choice do I have?
Dr. Kraft: There's only one reason why you're not in the county jail right now.
Steve: Yeah, I know. My wife begged you, and I said I'd play ball.
Dr. Kraft: No. You said you would willingly undergo whatever treatment necessary to aid in your recovery. That includes medication.
Steve: How do you treat someone who's so drugged up they can't put together a complete sentence?
Dr. Kraft: You've been watching too many movies.
Steve: It's not about movies. I've worked in places like this. I've seen what this crap can do to people. One minute they're fine. Then you give them one of those farmer cocktails. The next minute, they're talking to the toilet seat. That's not for me, baby.
Dr. Kraft: Mr. Johnson, since you won't freely talk about what may have been done to you...
Steve: May have?
Dr. Kraft: ...And you have acted out violently on several occasions...
Steve: When I tried to break out of this hellhole.
Dr. Kraft: ...We needed to look at other options, including those that will regulate your behavior.
Steve: Well, I got an option for you. Take your pills and leave me the hell alone.
Dr. Kraft: [Sighs] Look, the only reason you're here is because your wife begged me to give you another chance. And against my better judgment, I have. Yet you continue to make this as difficult as you possibly can for all of us. One phone call from me, and you're out of here and back in prison. Is that what you want?
Dr. Kraft: Then may I ask why you continue to resist treatment? Don't you want to get better? Don't you want to know what happened to you?
Steve: What happened to me can't be cured by your lousy pills.
Dr. Kraft: How do you know they won't help unless you try it?
Steve: I tried it.
Dr. Kraft: Mr. Johnson --
Steve: No, you're not listening to me. I can't take anymore of your damn pills!
Dr. Kraft: Why not?
Steve: I'm scared.
Dr. Kraft: What are you afraid of, Mr. Johnson?
Steve: Just leave it alone, huh?
Dr. Kraft: No, you know I'm not gonna do that. Please, talk to me, Steve. What is it?
Steve: Um... I'm afraid I won't get better. [Sighs] I'm afraid I'm just gonna be drugged up 24 hours a day till I fade away... till nobody cares... till I don't even care.
Dr. Kraft: Would it do you any good to tell you that's not how we do things here?
Steve: Well, I wouldn't know that since I'm not one of your veteran mental patients.
Dr. Kraft: Maybe you ought to give me a chance. We both want the same thing, for you to walk out of here with a clear head and a life worth living. That was hard, wasn't it, to admit your fear? It's also a big step toward getting better.
Steve: Listen, I just don't think I'm sick. I just -- I feel like I can hold it down. If I try harder, I can hold down the anger and the rages. I just need to have a clear head. I just can't take those meds.
Dr. Kraft: That is not an option. I will happily tell the judge that you are trying your best, but his ruling is quite clear. You have to cooperate fully, or you cannot stay here in this hospital.
Steve: So I got to take the meds, or I go to prison. Nothing like making a threat with a smile.
Dr. Kraft: It's not a threat. It's just the way it is. Either accept it or try to fight. It's your choice.
Steve: Some choice.
Dr. Kraft: Sorry, it's the best I can do. But maybe there is a way that I can make things around here just a little more appealing to you.
Steve: There's nothing about this place that's appealing.
Dr. Kraft: You might be surprised.
Belle: Hey, I am not driving Claire out of here because you can't control your temper. We didn't hit anyone.
Shawn D.: Do you want to lose her for good? 'Cause that's what's gonna happen. Start packing, or she's out of here with Philip.
Belle: You just can't control yourself, can you? You're always ordering me around.
Shawn D.: We are gonna sleep on the beach tonight, out of sight from everyone.
Belle: No, we're not. Nobody is coming here to question me. If you want to defend Gabby's honor, then you pay the price.
Shawn D.: What are you talking about?
Belle: I'm talking about you acting all macho. Some wino comes in and makes comments that you don't like, and you expect Claire and me to pay the price just because you want to play some big, brave man to your little tropical friend?
Shawn D.: Wait a minute. You think that I took that guy on because he was talking trash about Gabby?
Belle: Well, didn't you?
Shawn D.: No, Belle. This may be hard for you to believe, but I belted the guy because he was insulting you.
Steve: [Sighs] Okay, what's the bribe?
Dr. Kraft: More of a bargain than a bribe. You meet expectations, live up to agreements, and you could be granted some privileges.
Steve: What kind of privileges?
Dr. Kraft: Well, in your particular case, you take your meds and you can take your meals out in the commons.
Steve: Lunch with the loonies? That really gets my blood pumping.
Dr. Kraft: Regular newspapers, magazines, relative freedom of movement. Oh, and television.
Steve: TV? Whoa. I can catch up on the soaps while I'm all tanked up and drooling. Maybe I can finally figure out what's going on, on those things. What is this, Christmas Eve?
Dr. Kraft: Ho ho ho. You be a good boy this year?
Steve: Yeah, I see you intend to keep me that way.
Dr. Kraft: Your call. Okay. So far, so good. I'll join you for lunch, if you don't mind company.
Steve: Ooh. I'll slip on a slinky black dress and a string of pearls.
Dr. Kraft: See you outside.
Steve: Hey, you left the door open! [Spits] No sirree. Got to stay sharp. I'm coming, sweetness. Okay, doc. Let's have lunch. [Laughs]
Man: Psst. Look out for the chickens.
Steve: Somebody in this place is finally making sense.
Belle: You were defending me?
Shawn D.: And that surprises you?
Belle: I am not --
Shawn D.: I know. You were expecting the worst, and I delivered. I should have just walked away from that creep, but we can talk about it later. I don't want to fight. [Knock on door]
Gabby: Shawn, it's me.
Shawn D.: Keep packing. What do you want?
Gabby: I thought you'd rather see me than the sheriff, and he's downstairs. Look, you guys need to go. You need to go now, because if I don't get back down to the bar, Duck is gonna be up here after me.
Shawn D.: Got it. Belle, are you ready?
Shawn D.: What do you mean?
Belle: I'm not going. Shawn, this is enough. It is too crazy to live like this. Look at what it's doing to us.
Shawn D.: We have got to get out of here now, or you're never gonna have to worry about that ever again. We are gonna lose Claire for good. Do you understand that?
Belle: I hate this.
Shawn D.: I know. This is not my idea of fun, either. Gabby, I want you to stall the sheriff and Duck for as long as you can.
Gabby: I'll do the best I can, but I just don't know what --
Sheriff: Do your best to what, Gabby? These your friends? Going somewhere?
Kayla: I know taking on the DiMeras is probably crazy, especially on their own ground.
Max: But you're gonna do it anyway, aren't you?
Kayla: It's either that or do nothing and lose Steve forever. I can't do that. I cannot bear to lose him again.
Max: What does Roman say? What about Bo? You have two other brothers who could help you with this.
Kayla: They have been trying to get E.J. for months, and none of their charges will stick. Steve is the only one that they have enough on that they can throw in jail.
Max: But they're still your brothers, Kay. They're your guys. They're trained for this kind of stuff. I'm not.
Kayla: Their hands are legally tied. They cannot jet off to Italy. It is out of their jurisdiction.
Max: But if they knew you were going, they would try and stop you, wouldn't they?
Kayla: Well, probably.
Max: Definitely. To protect you. That's what brothers do.
Kayla: That's why I came to you -- because you're my brother, too. I don't know what I'm gonna find when I get there, but I do know that I need some help. I want you there to back me up. Okay. Okay. Maybe it is too much to ask, but with or without you, I am going.
Sheriff: Okay, kid. No distractions now. Run it again for me. You came in, Charlie was behind the bar getting plastered.
Shawn D.: I cut him off, and he wouldn't leave. He started making comments to Gabby and then grabbed at her, and she told me, "let it go," and I let it go.
Sheriff: Yeah, and he kept at it, right? When he gets on a jag --
Shawn D.: Listen. I gave the guy plenty of room, but I'm not just gonna sit there when he's making rude comments to Belle. I warned him, and his remarks got sleazier and sleazier. First it was Gabby. Then it was Belle. I lost it, and I hit him, and you know what? He deserved it.
Sheriff: That's your story?
Gabby: And it's the truth. I was there. Look, we all know how Charlie gets, especially when he starts drinking early. You know what he's like.
Sheriff: Yeah. I'm not saying I don’t. I've spent enough holidays picking him up off the floor.
Gabby: Well, then talk to him, sheriff. Tell him to drop the charges.
Sheriff: I'll advise him that I gave it my best shot, but, in my opinion, there's not enough proof of unwarranted force to pursue legal action. But whether he does or not, that's up to Charlie.
Shawn D.: Thank you, sheriff.
Sheriff: Meanwhile, one way or another, I'm stuck doing paperwork for this the rest of the day, so go grab me your passport so I can get started, huh?
Shawn D.: My passport?
Sheriff: Yeah. Yours and your lady's and the kid's. Today, Sugar Ray. Passports. Now.
Belle: How about you and I take a walk while we wait for daddy, get some fresh air? How's that sound? That sound like fun? Okay. Okay. Come on.
Duck: Okay, boy scout. Let's see what you're hiding.
Dr. Kraft: Mr. Johnson? Steve?
Steve: What? Oh, I'm sorry. It's just --
Dr. Kraft: I understand. You'll get used to it.
Steve: That's what I'm worried about.
Dr. Kraft: Can I ask you a personal question?
Steve: Well, it depends on how personal you want to get.
Dr. Kraft: What made you kidnap John Black from the hospital, and why did you force your wife to remove his kidney?
Steve: I had to.
Dr. Kraft: Why?
Steve: I had to.
Dr. Kraft: You know, there's something called Stockholm Syndrome. You know what that is?
Steve: I spent time there. It's a nice town.
Dr. Kraft: When a prisoner is so traumatized they develop a bond with their captors.
Steve: [Sighs] What to kill him. Don't do this to me. I'll kill him!
Dr. Kraft: Stop. Stop. Stop. Steve. Steve, just relax. Relax. Come on. Let it run through you. That's good. Good. Now, if we do find that you've been what's been called brainwashed --
Steve: Brainwashed, yeah. I saw a movie once. So, ol' blue eyes was in it, and, um, this dude named Laurence Harvey -- good actor. Those -- those guys -- they were brainwashed.
Dr. Kraft: The man in the movie had been given drugs so that he wouldn't remember. But one can also establish control through emotions alone -- psychologically.
Dr. Kraft: And we're here to find out whatever techniques have been used to manipulate you.
Steve: Well, let's do it.
Dr. Kraft: We've already started by having this conversation. And whether you want to admit it or not, taking those medications helped you.
Steve: Yeah. [Cellphone ringing]
Dr. Kraft: Oh, excuse me. I have to take this call. We'll pick this up later. But we're off to a good start, though. Smile. Enjoy your day.
Steve: I'll smile when I'm out of this place. I'm getting closer, Kayla. I'm coming.
Shawn D.: Let me explain.
Sheriff: No one's stopping you. I'm all ears. Come on.
Shawn D.: The story is that --
Shawn D.: Listen. We didn't do anything wrong. So if you're thinking --
Sheriff: I'm thinking there's some reason you don't have passports.
Belle: Tell him.
Shawn D.: We left the States because somebody's after our daughter.
Sheriff: Well, how did you leave without passports?
Shawn D.: My dad -- he had a boat. We set sail, and we hit a reef, and we landed safely on an island not too far from here.
Sheriff: Yeah, I'm guessing no one made a report about this accident, hmm?
Belle: How could we? That would leave a paper trail, and then people would find us.
Sheriff: What sort of people are we talking about here?
Shawn D.: She means the same guy that's after Claire.
Belle: It's the reason that we left. Trust me, we would all be a lot happier back home.
Shawn D.: But home, it's not safe. No place is, especially from this guy. I know that this sounds like it's --
Sheriff: Sounds like a crock to me.
Gabby: But these are good people, sheriff. And I don't trust easy -- you know that -- but I do believe them if they say they have a good reason why they had to leave without passports.
Duck: Whatever they told you, they're lying.
Duck: I found those in their room.
Belle: You had no right going through our things.
Duck: And you got no rights around here at all. Nobody paid a dime, and you lied your way in. You can tell those are fake.
Sheriff: You told me you're from the States. If that's true, then that puts you in possession of stolen or forged documents.
Gabby: Come on, sheriff. Look at them. They're not criminals.
Duck: You only know what they told you.
Gabby: I know what I see, and I see a mother and a father just trying to help their child.
Duck: How do we know the kid's even theirs?
Gabby: Oh, come on. Even you can tell that they're a family, for God's sake. And please explain to me why, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, you're such a stickler for the truth. Everyone here on this island lies to each other about why they're here and who they are, including you, Duck, and you, too, Jim. We all came here to get lost for one reason or another. And if that's a crime, then you better start arresting every single person here.
Sheriff: Look, we all have pasts, Gabby -- I'll give you that. But the thing is, these two are still running hard, and who the hell knows who's chasing them? If someone comes in from the outside, then I'm the law. I can't close my eyes, make like they're not here. I got to go by the book.
Gabby: Okay. Yeah. I understand. But -- well, then, okay. You can't use those passports as evidence. He searched their rooms illegally. There was no warrant. I don't know any judge who will accept those as evidence -- not in any court I've ever heard of.
Duck: Wait a minute.
Gabby: And you know what? You can actually arrest him for breaking and entering.
Duck: I own this place! And I'm your own father, damn it.
Gabby: My father is wrong. Just let it go. Please?
Sheriff: When did you get so smart?
Gabby: Well, I watch TV cop shows, just like you.
Sheriff: Well, there's still the complaint.
Gabby: You leave Charlie to me. If I can get him to drop the complaint, will that satisfy you?
Sheriff: Works for me, I guess.
Shawn D.: That's great. So, can I have those back?
Sheriff: Forget it. These are forgeries.
Shawn D.: So?
Sheriff: Confiscated. These are police property now. By the book. And since I'm doing a favor for you, you're gonna stay put for me, understood? Don't try to leave Tinda Lao, or else -- not till I can figure out what's gonna happen to you.
Max: Look --
Kayla: Thank you.
Max: Taking down international crime bosses is way out of my job description and yours, too.
Kayla: I don't care. I'm going.
Max: I can just kidnap you, stash you at my place until --
Kayla: Until what? Until I give up on the man I love? Guess what -- that's not happening.
Max: I know how you feel about Steve.
Kayla: If there is a chance that I can help him, I will take that risk.
Max: I don't think Steve would agree with you on this.
Kayla: You're right. You are absolutely right. He is all about protecting me, and I love him for that.
Max: Just not this time.
Kayla: If I have a chance to give him back his real life, I'm gonna do it.
Max: I thought he was having some sort of treatment or something.
Kayla: Well, he is, but who knows how long that's gonna take? I have this horrible feeling that time is running out.
Max: You know, I don't have the greatest feeling about going out and fighting the good war with you, sis, on enemy territory.
Kayla: It's not happening here. If I have to go to Italy and face Stefano DiMera, right, you know, eye to eye, alone, I am going to do that, because I would die for Steve, because I might as well be dead without him.
Max: Don't say that.
Kayla: But that's how I feel. You are probably right. I have no business asking you to do this. I shouldn't have gotten you involved.
Max: Too late. I'm involved.
Kayla: You shouldn't have to clean up my mess.
Max: Hell, yes, it does. I owe you, Kayla, more than my life. You and Steve picked Frankie and me off the streets. You took us in. You gave us a home. You had your folks adopt us -- our folks.
Kayla: Because they love you.
Max: I love you and Steve. I'm just -- I'm trying to talk you out of this because it is crazy. I know how you get when you're so adamant about something. You're just like us. You're stubborn as hell. Look, you and Steve -- I would do anything for you guys -- you know that. You guys are my family.
Kayla: Will you do it?
Max: Yeah. Good guess. But this -- you know, before we start packing, there's a condition -- one small condition.
Steve: Hmm. There are a lot of stray cats in this neighborhood. Hey! Still hungry? Here you go, Sparky. Knock yourself out. Hmm. What do you got going here? I think you want to -- hmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, that works. [Patting] Yeah, that's a good one. Yeah. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha! That wascally wabbit. Ha ha! Heh heh. Oh, the hell with it.
Joe: This is the last time I'm telling you, Gordon! One meal per patient! You want seconds, you got to ask! And the answer's no, butterball!
Steve: Hey, hey, hey, dude.
Joe: Shut up. Nobody's talking to you. You know the rules, Gordo.
Steve: It was my tray. I put it there. I wanted him to have it.
Joe: I said, "mind your own business," Popeye.
Steve: That was my tray, so it's my business. What's this about, huh? You just trying to pick on somebody? Well, come on. Come and get it. Come on.
Gabby: Thanks, Jim! See you soon.
Belle: Say, "thank you, Gabby." Thanks, Gabby.
Gabby: It's no problem.
Belle: Aw. I'm gonna take her upstairs. She's getting really fussy. You gonna come?
Shawn D.: I think I'm gonna hang out here a little bit longer, make sure everything's in order, since I was the one who busted this place up.
Shawn D.: Bye. Gabby, I, um, I think that I owe you an apology, don't I?
Gabby: Forget about it.
Shawn D.: No. I had no business giving you a hard time earlier.
Gabby: Hey, it goes both ways. I overstepped, and, the truth is, I'm glad you guys are staying. To tell you the truth, I don't really have too many friends here.
Shawn D.: Well, now you do. You got two of them. No. Three. And we're really grateful for you. Thanks.
Gabby: Anything I can do to help. Anything at all.
[Knock on door]
Belle: Shh! Hey, I told you I was putting Claire down. Oh.
Duck: Hey, blondie. Where's the boy scout?
Belle: Would you keep your voice down? The baby's sleeping.
Duck: Oh, sorry. Yeah, I forgot. The puppy, huh?
Belle: Shawn is still down at the bar, Duck.
Duck: Oh, with Gabby, huh? Yeah, that's right.
Belle: That's where he was when I left him. So, can I help you?
Duck: Uh, it's none of my business, but you and the boy scout got problems, right? I mean, you're over here. Him -- here.
Belle: Wow. Duck, you know what? It really is none of your business.
Duck: It's your call, honey. I was just giving you fair warning. That's all.
Belle: About what?
Duck: My daughter. Hey, I love that girl more than my life. She's smart, strong in 150 ways. But she's got a weakness, and it's a big one. You know what it is, blondie.
Belle: No, I don't, and I don't care.
Duck: It's men. Dark hair, baby blues -- top of the list. Sound like somebody around here you know?
Belle: Duck, get out. Now.
Duck: You know, if you want to hold on to that boy scout of yours, you better stake your claim real soon, before it's too late.
Kayla: Okay. I'm listening. What's your condition?
Max: Uh, you know, maybe we could stop in New York on the way back from Italy.
Kayla: That's it?
Max: Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
Kayla: So, what? You want me just to take you to New York, show you around, Broadway?
Max: I wanted to surprise Abby. She's in New York on a trip.
Kayla: Oh, so the two of you really are an item?
Max: No. No. No. We're -- we're just, you know -- we're buds. Didn't, you know -- I -- uh, any chance to surprise her, you know, or maybe take her to dinner -- to thank her for all the help in the -- in the garage. You know, and some personal stuff. I-I owe her a thank-you. So, what do you say?
Kayla: I say it doesn't really sound like a thank-you, you give a bud.
Max: Stop digging, okay? We're just friends. That's all.
Kayla: When did you become such a lousy liar? Where'd you get that from -- Frankie?
Max: Lay off my brother.
Kayla: He is the world's last honest lawyer.
Max: I'm an honest mechanic. People need those, right?
Kayla: I know I do. So all right. The Big Apple -- you got it.
Max: And you got company.
Kayla: Okay. But I have one condition. You don't tell a soul about this. I don't want anybody to stop us.
Max: Who am I gonna tell -- Abby? I want to surprise her. The only other people I talk to are customers who complain about their bill, so your secret's safe with me. I play my cards pretty close.
Kayla: Good. I feel better knowing you're gonna be with me. I'm not sure how I'll ever thank you, though.
Max: Well, that's easy. Get me to New York in one piece and still breathing, with my kneecaps, and I'll be a happy camper.
Steve: Well, what are you waiting for? Come on! Bring it on, bull moose! Let's go!
Joe: I'm following rules, just like you better start doing, wacko. One tray per customer. Don't stick your nose where it don't belong, or you'll end up with another patch over that hole in the middle of that ugly face!
Steve: You hurt my feelings. That was my lunch, and it goes where I want it to go.
Joe: Oh, yeah? Well, I say it goes... wherever it goes!
Steve: You lousy son of a bitch.
Joe: So, that was your lunch, huh, wacko? Well, then, it's your job to start cleaning that lunch up right now! Let's go. On your knees. I said, "clean your mess up." Now!
Steve: Sorry, badass. That was my lunch, but now it's your mess, and you're gonna get down on your knees and clean it up.
Shawn D.: You got a plan? You're serious about this, aren't you?
Belle: Shawn, our lives depend on it.
Nick: I want you to love me. I'm not gonna compromise my integrity to make it happen.
Chelsea: You think I did this, don't you?
Steve: Fire away. Aaah!
Kayla: I need to be what I fear and hate the most about the DiMeras. Lord, give me strength.
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