Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 5/28/07 - Canada; Tuesday 5/29/07 - U.S.A.
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Chelsea: Hey. Looking good. You'd never know that you survived a high-speed face-plant.
Stephanie: I was kind of hoping for a sexy, little scar, but -- whatcha doing with my little cousin?
Chelsea: I am babysitting.
Stephanie: In a pub? Thank you. What happened to parks and playgrounds?
Chelsea: It's not like we're doing a shot, Steph.
Stephanie: Where's Hope and Uncle Bo?
Chelsea: They are visiting John in the hospital, actually.
Stephanie: That can't be too much fun.
Chelsea: I guess you haven't heard the news. John's awake.
Stephanie: Oh, my God. So he's out of the coma.
Chelsea: The doctors say that he's a walking, talking miracle.
Stephanie: Oh, my God. My mom's gonna flip when she hears this, if anybody can get in touch with her.
Chelsea: Is she still away with your dad?
Stephanie: They're off on some tropical island, where he's supposedly losing the loonies.
Chelsea: Stephanie, be nice.
Stephanie: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Chelsea: Let's go in your cubby.
Stephanie: So, you got plans for the summer?
Chelsea: Just sleeping in.
Stephanie: And when the thrill of that wears off?
Chelsea: I don't know. I haven't really thought about it much.
Stephanie: Well, I have, and you're gonna love me for it. How does making a boatload of money grab you?
Chelsea: Is it legal?
Stephanie: It's legal, it's fun, and it pays great. Chelse, you and I are gonna be working girls this summer.
Willow: Look at this place, baby. Lots of sunshine. There's a playground out back, and mama's gonna push you on the swings. She sure is. And here's the guy who made it all possible. Look at this place. Isn't it ginormous?
Nick: It's okay.
Willow: Oh, the real-estate woman said that she's gonna be back in a few minutes, and then you can write a check and sign the lease, and it's all mine. Well, I mean ours.
Nick: Willow, we need to talk about this.
Willow: Are you worried about the security deposit?
Nick: I'm not talking about the apartment. I'm talking about how we got here -- this arrangement.
Willow: You know I'm gonna be forever grateful.
Nick: Yeah, you're grateful until you need something else, and it's not gonna stop unless I make it stop, so the deal's off. No more money, no more apartment. I'm done with this.
Hope: I feel like I'm escorting a movie star down the red carpet.
Marlena: Oh, you are my rock star.
Hope: Want to take a little rest?
John: Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.
Marlena: John, I-I don't want you overdoing it on your first day.
Marlena: Oh, my gosh. Honey -- honey -- oh, you!
Hope: Very funny. Very funny.
Marlena: Come on. Come on.
Hope: Take your time. Slowly.
Roman: [Chuckles] Look who's back in the land of the living. Come here. Damn, it's good to see you up and around.
Marlena: Easy. Easy. Come on.
Hope: Can I get you anything?
Roman: I'll bet a tall cold one would go down real easy right now, wouldn't it?
Marlena: You bet. One ice water coming up.
Roman: Look, I assume that Marlena filled you in on "John Black: The Lost Episodes."
Marlena: I gave him the condensed version. There you go.
Roman: Listen, John, I know that you're just kind of waking up from this beauty sleep of yours, but, uh, there's a question I got to ask you. Can you positively identify E.J. Wells as the son of a bitch who shot you?
Belle: It was like I was dreaming -- you know? -- Feeling my dad holding my hand and then watching him open his eyes. It was unbelievable.
Shawn D.: I know.
Belle: He knew how much I needed him, and he came back, and now I am more sure than ever that Claire's alive.
Shawn D.: Belle, I know how much you hope --
Belle: No, this goes beyond hope. My dad knew about the dream. He remembered telling me that Claire was out there somewhere.
Shawn D.: And I want to believe that, just as much as you do.
Belle: But you don't, do you? You still think I'm delusional.
Shawn D.: Belle, John beating the odds in coming out of that -- it's amazing, so I can see how you would believe that one miracle would lead to the next.
Belle: Yes, I do. And all I'm asking from you is to at least consider the possibility.
Shawn D.: I can't. I would give my life to have Claire back. I would. But we need to deal with the reality that our daughter's gone -- that Claire is gone.
Philip: You don't know that for sure.
Philip: Pink. Claire's favorite color.
Belle: Thank you.
Philip: How's her shoulder?
Shawn D.: It's, um, it's fine. Philip, this is wrong -- giving Belle false hope like that.
Philip: Who's to say it's false hope?
Shawn D.: Common sense. We got caught in a level-4 typhoon. It tossed around three adults, and it washed a little girl out to sea, hundreds of miles away from land.
Belle: I don't care. No, Shawn, do you hear me? I don't care about your common sense. A mother knows. I know that my baby is alive. And until I see evidence to the contrary, I will keep looking for her.
Shawn D.: Belle, the rescue team called off the search.
Belle: Then we'll launch one of our own, with or without you.
Shawn D.: Do you think that I'm giving up because I want this? When I'm not up here with you, I am downstairs at the chapel, and I am on my knees praying to God like I have never prayed before, but he's not listening.
Philip: Maybe you're the one who's not listening. Your fear overpowers your faith.
Shawn D.: Did you read that on a bumper sticker somewhere?
Philip: I didn't come here to fight with you.
Shawn D.: I don't want Belle's hopes shooting sky-high because of some dream she had.
Belle: It's more than a dream. When the rescue chopper came to pick us up and I was searching for Claire in the water, I heard a child crying. It's what I remember the most, and a crying child is a living, breathing child. Why won't you get that? You believe me, don't you? You believe that Claire's alive.
Chelsea: Um, "working girls." Uh, been there, done that, and got busted. So thank you, but I'm gonna pass.
Stephanie: I'm not talking about that kind of working girl. Come on. Give me some credit here.
Chelsea: Sorry. Anyway, I thought that you were going back to Dayton for the summer.
Stephanie: That was the plan.
Chelsea: What changed? Did you meet a new guy?
Stephanie: Kind of. My dad. It's sort of hard to bail out on my mom with my dad going "twilight zone" psycho on everybody.
Chelsea: Yeah, that's a tough one to deal with.
Stephanie: Mom thinks I should be more understanding.
Chelsea: Maybe you should be.
Stephanie: Are you kidding me? He treats her like garbage, and she just keeps hanging in there, waiting for him to turn into this white-knight guy on horseback, which he never was anyway, and then they'll just live happily ever after. So I figure I got to stick around and help her out when he decides to dust her again.
Chelsea: He's still your dad, Stephanie.
Stephanie: Yeah, well, you made peace with your dad. I'm happy for you.
Chelsea: Yeah, I did, but it took --
Stephanie: Let's change the subject. I don't want to talk about this right now.
Chelsea: Okay. Um, so, what's your plan?
Stephanie: Well, I wanted to enroll at Salem U. for the fall semester, but college costs big bucks.
Chelsea: Yeah, tell me about it. I had to sell my skis to finish paying for last semester.
Stephanie: Well, Chelsea, your money problems are over. Ready for the big ta-da? You and I are gonna fly the friendly skies. Coffee, tea, and moi. We're gonna be flight attendants.
Willow: So you're kicking me to the curb. Is that it, Fallon?
Nick: I can't give you any more money, Willow.
Willow: Why not?
Nick: Number one -- I don't have any.
Willow: You had tons of it a minute ago. What changed?
Nick: Look, I'm sorry, okay? I had second thoughts.
Willow: Yeah, and I bet you I know who planted them into that big brain of yours -- Chelsea.
Nick: Chelsea had nothing to do with this.
Willow: Yeah, right. She was there when I came to pick up my stuff, and I bet she grilled you as to why you were helping me, and now you caved in to that little, nasty bitch. It's not that easy to get rid of me.
Marlena: Roman, John doesn't remember what happened the night he was at the boathouse, when he was shot.
Roman: Nothing at all?
Marlena: Well... he remembers going there, waiting for E.J., and losing contact with you on the radio, and that's -- that's all.
Roman: Damn. But the important thing is, is you are back with us.
Hope: When John's strong enough, I'm sure he'll remember something else.
Roman: Yeah. We're gonna get E.J. No problem. In the meantime, John, you take care, all right? Take care and heal up, and I'll talk at you later, part. All right, buddy. Take care.
Hope: How are you feeling?
Marlena: He was surprised to hear that he had lost a kidney, but he is still my knight in shining armor.
Bo: Hey, Roman. How's John doing?
Roman: Well, he's doing pretty good. His memory's a little sketchy. He doesn't remember E.J. shooting him.
Bo: Damn it. Well, that's not uncommon for someone's who's been through what he has. I'm just happy he's back.
Roman: Yeah. Me too.
Bo: What's this?
Roman: It's from Tinda Lao.
Bo: About Claire?
Roman: I had forensics go through it. The report's in the bag, along with, uh, well, go ahead. See for yourself. I think you better go tell the kids.
Nick: All right. Yeah. It was kind of embarrassing telling Chelsea what you were doing in my room.
Willow: What did she think, we did the nasty?
Nick: What do you think?
Willow: I don't know. I've never been in that position before. I'm usually the girl who everybody walks in on.
Nick: You sound like you're proud of that.
Willow: If Chelsea thought we had sex for a second and a half, well, then it serves her right. She could use some humility.
Nick: I understand that you don't like her, okay?
Willow: Am I being too harsh?
Nick: You're turning this into something it's not. I'm not signing on for the apartment because I decided against it, not Chelsea.
Willow: Did you grow a pair?
Nick: Call it whatever you want.
Willow: Come on. We're friends, aren't we?
Nick: No, Willow. We're not friends. Friends don't use people like you do. Friends don't stick it to someone whenever they get a chance.
Willow: Well, what about all that stuff about helping me and my baby? What happened to that? Was that a lie?
Nick: I did help you, Willow, but it wasn't enough, and it's never gonna be enough.
Willow: What about the promises you gave me -- some money, treated me nice? What was that about, huh?
Nick: I felt sorry for you.
Willow: Oh! You are such a liar.
Chelsea: Flight attendants, huh?
Stephanie: Why not?
Chelsea: We have no training.
Stephanie: So? We've got looks and personality. What else do we need?
Chelsea: Well, don't you have to be, I don't know, certified or something?
Stephanie: No, because this is a special deal. All we have to do is look hot.
Chelsea: What kind of special deal?
Stephanie: One plane, one destination, one time a week.
Chelsea: I don't know, Steph. It sounds pretty sketchy.
Stephanie: No. It's totally legit. It's Jeremy's gig. He's a pilot.
Chelsea: And I'm guessing Jeremy is your bad-boy boyfriend from Dayton.
Stephanie: The one and only. Anyway, he and his partner set up this shuttle business from Salem to Las Vegas for high rollers.
Chelsea: Salem has high rollers?
Stephanie: Every town has people who can't wait to throw away their money.
Chelsea: Okay. How does it work?
Stephanie: Jeremy and his partner lease a private jet -- a full bar and wall-to-wall rich guys.
Chelsea: And where do we come in?
Stephanie: We are the hot chicks who serve them drinks and wag our butts for the money boys.
Chelsea: What's in it for us?
Stephanie: We get comped one night a week in Sin City, plus an outstanding paycheck and all the tips we can stuff into our WonderBras. What do you think?
Chelsea: I think that I'm not sure about any of this.
Philip: You know I'd love more than anything for Claire to be alive.
Belle: But you don't think so.
Philip: Belle, if you think she's out there somewhere, then it helps me to believe it, too.
Shawn D.: Philip, you think you're helping her, but you're not.
Philip: I'm just telling Belle how I feel. We're all entitled to deal with this in our own way, aren't we, Shawn?
Bo: Hey. Hi, guys.
Belle: Hey, Bo. How's my dad?
Bo: He's doing great, from what I hear. Um, Philip, I need to talk to Shawn and Belle.
Belle: Is it about Claire?
Shawn D.: Dad, it's -- it's okay. We're -- we're all friends again.
Bo: Yeah. It's about Claire. I have some information from Tinda Lao. But I need to know that Philip can be trusted.
Philip: Come on, Bo. We're brothers.
Bo: Yeah. Family. But so far, your decisions concerning Claire haven't been too family friendly.
Shawn D.: Dad, we've worked our way past all of that.
Bo: I'm glad you have. I haven't. If it wasn't for him, Claire wouldn't be missing right now.
Shawn D.: Dad, I get that. We've all made mistakes that we're sorry for, all right? If we could turn back the clock and make things right, we would. But when we were out there on that boat, we made a promise -- that if we made it out of there alive, that this war would end.
Belle: Right. So if you have something to say about Claire, we want Philip to hear it, too.
Bo: The Coast Guard pulled this out of the water. Is it Claire's?
Willow: You are the worst liar I have ever met.
Nick: When did I lie?
Willow: Just now, when you said you were doing this because you felt sorry for me.
Nick: I did.
Willow: You're doing it because you feel guilty about stealing the hairbrush.
Nick: For the last time, I did not steal the hairbrush.
Willow: Oh! You are such a liar. Your nose is growing.
Nick: What makes you so damn sure it belongs to Chelsea, anyway?
Willow: Who else would it belong to?
Nick: I don't know. There's a lot of hairbrushes in the world.
Willow: You would do anything to defend her. I'm gonna call my public defender, see what he thinks.
Nick: There's no brush. There's no evidence. What could your lawyer possibly do?
Willow: I don't know, Nick. I am going to tell him that Chelsea's boyfriend works at the lab that the evidence vanished from -- the evidence that would clear me for the arson and put Chelsea at the crime. And then the cops would do a bare light-bulb search of every likely suspect, and -- you know what? -- I would be cleared. But I'm not so sure how you and Chelsea would make out. So, what do you think, Nick? Are you a gambling man?
Stephanie: Chelsea, it's a no-brainer – money in our pockets, hot, rich guys salivating all over us. It's like the Olympics of summer jobs.
Chelsea: I already have a guy.
Stephanie: You mean Nick?
Stephanie: [Sighs] Come on, Chelse. Nick's a great guy in his own geeky way, but he can't be your one and only, not for the rest of your life.
Chelsea: How would you know?
Stephanie: I've been around more than you have.
Chelsea: [Chuckles] Right. First you dated Max. He broke up with you. And now you're dating bad-boy Jeremy. Yeah, yeah. I'd say you're a real party girl.
Stephanie: At least I know the real thing when I see it. And when I look at you and Nick, sorry -- just not seeing the skyrockets in flight.
Chelsea: Well, you don't know him like I do.
Stephanie: Don't get me wrong. He's sweet, he's nice, he can balance your checkbook. But can Nick rock your world, Chelsea? I don't think so. Anyway, look, this isn't even about Nick. It's about us.
Chelsea: Yeah, and snakes on a plane.
Stephanie: No. Rich guys in our pockets.
Chelsea: You make it sound so easy.
Stephanie: Because it is. It's so easy. I don't understand why you're not jumping up and down and thanking me from the bottom of your heart for this great opportunity.
Chelsea: Vegas, huh?
Stephanie: One night a week. Nothing but good times and high rollers. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Chelsea: It just sounds like we'd be doing something --
Stephanie: Fun, out the box, wild, crazy?
Chelsea: No. The word that I was actually looking for was "insane."
Stephanie: Okay, so let's be insane for one night a week -- no family, friends, no boys, or otherwise. We'll be whomever we want to be in the glitziest, most exciting city in the entire world, and we'll be getting paid at top dollar just having fun.
Chelsea: I don't know.
Stephanie: [Sighs] Come on, Chelse. Use it or lose it. What's it gonna be?
Dr. Tucker: Okay, John. Raise your right arm and then your left. Okay. All right. Move your head to the left. Move your head to the right.
Marlena: It's a miracle, doctor. He couldn't tell his left from his right before the coma.
Marlena: That's for falling down outside.
Dr. Tucker: John, cross your legs.
John: Ugh! Easy, pal. [Clears throat]
Nick: I've got to give you credit.
Willow: Well, most men do.
Nick: You are way more ruthless than I ever imagined.
Willow: You have no idea how far I will go to put a roof over my baby's head.
Nick: I'm learning.
Willow: Good. So you know where I'm coming from?
Nick: The land of blackmail.
Willow: Blackmail, extortion. What's in a word?
Nick: You're better than this.
Willow: Guilt does not work on me.
Nick: It takes brains to be so crafty. You're pretty, you're smart, you're gutsy. You don't have to stoop this low.
Willow: Well, I won't, thanks to you. [Door opens]
Mrs. Granger: Hello. I'm Mrs. Granger from Landau Realty. Are you Nicholas Fallon?
Nick: Uh, yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Granger: Mr. Fallon, how do you like the place?
Willow: Oh, he loves it. He wants it.
Chelsea: You know, you should show a little more respect for me being with Nick.
Stephanie: Okay. Fine. I'm sorry. So, how are you with him? You guys haven't hooked up.
Chelsea: How would you know?
Stephanie: Have you?
Chelsea: That's none of your business.
Stephanie: Which tells me you aren't. How come?
Chelsea: We just haven't had the opportunity.
Stephanie: Please. With Jeremy and me, it was like "let's go find an empty room" at first sight.
Chelsea: That's really romantic.
Stephanie: Okay, so, you guys aren't sleeping together, you're not engaged, you don't live together. What kind of hold does this guy have on you?
Chelsea: You want an answer? First drop the attitude. Nick is a great guy, and I'm totally into him, so when you talk bad about him, it really hurts.
Stephanie: Okay. Look, I'm just joking around. I know Nick's a great guy. If it works out with you two, I'm happy for you -- all for it. All I'm saying is while you're waiting for the earth to move with Nick, why not live it up, I mean, while you're young, ready, and hot?
Chelsea: Thank you, Stephanie. It sounds great and all of that, but I'm gonna have to pass.
Shawn D.: That is Claire's vest. I put it on her before the boat went down.
Philip: It had a tracking beacon attached to it. We lost the signal when the chopper picked us up.
Belle: I don't understand. How did this happen? I saw you fasten the belt. Maybe it wasn't tight enough.
Shawn D.: No, that vest was on good and tight. I double-checked.
Belle: Well, here's the vest, and there's no Claire. The water must have pulled it off of her.
Bo: The reason you lost the signal is the tracking device was ripped out.
Shawn D.: How?
Bo: Check it out yourself.
Shawn D.: Oh, my God.
Shawn D.: The vest did not come off in the water. Somebody cut it off of Claire.
Marlena: Did you hear that? You spoke. It was your voice.
Dr. Tucker: John, I want you to concentrate on your voice.
Marlena: Can you say something else?
John: I'm --
Marlena: Want to have naughty sex with your wife?
John: Hell, yes.
Marlena: Yes. Okay. It'll be so good to have you home.
John: [Clears throat] When -- home?
Dr. Tucker: We'll -- we'll talk later. Congratulations, John.
Marlena: I'll be right back, baby.
[Knock on door]
John: Baby. Baby.
Hope: We had a little girl.
Hope: Her name's Ciara. Oh, my God, John. Music to my ears. Oh! I can't wait for you to meet her.
John: Me too.
Hope: We have so much catching up to do...and all the time in the world to do it. I'll tell you what. When you're feeling up to it, we're gonna have a huge, huge party at the pub. Oh, my God, John. It's so good to have you back.
John: [Inhales, exhales deeply] Huge party. [Chuckles]
Nick: Here is the lease and, um, the check for first, last, and security.
Mrs. Granger: The rent is due the first of every month, and there's a $25-per-day late penalty.
Willow: Oh, don't worry about that. My Uncle Nick is the most responsible man on this planet.
Mrs. Granger: Well, enjoy.
Nick: Uncle Nick?
Willow: You're the best friend I ever had.
Nick: 'Cause I'm footing the bill for this place.
Willow: You know what? I don't have any furniture, so could you, like...
Nick: There's a $500 limit, so [Clears throat] don't go too crazy.
Willow: You know what? I really like you.
Nick: You know, Willow, if you stopped acting like a whore, maybe people would stop treating you like one. [Door slams]
Belle: I-I don't understand what you're saying. You're saying someone cut this off of Claire? Why? How?
Philip: Do you think this was done deliberately?
Bo: Forensics said the cut was clean, so it was obviously done by something sharp, yeah.
Belle: What does this mean?
Philip: It means someone found Claire in the ocean and pulled her out of the water. It means she's alive.
Stephanie: Come on, Chelse. This'll be fun.
Chelsea: Fun isn't the problem.
Stephanie: I don't want to get stuck working with some strange chick I don't even know.
Chelsea: Look, I'm sorry, Stephanie. I'm just -- I'm not up for it.
Stephanie: At least say you'll meet with Jeremy and his partner, talk the deal over, and then see what you think. [Door closes] Hey, professor, what's up?
Nick: Hey, Steph. Hey, you.
Chelsea: How'd it go with Willow?
Nick: You know.
Chelsea: Not if you don't tell me.
Nick: Can we talk about this later?
Chelsea: What's wrong with now?
Nick: It wasn't my finest moment, okay?
Belle: You think someone picked up Claire out of the water?
Philip: It looks that way.
Belle: There were rescue boats everywhere. If somebody picked her up, why didn't they call the Coast Guard?
Bo: I checked into that after you guys were picked up, and there were civilians involved in the search and rescue. One of them could have picked up Claire and gotten separated from the search team by the storm.
Shawn D.: Wouldn't we have heard something by now?
Bo: The Coast Guard is checking into everyone who was involved. One of them could have seen something.
Philip: Maybe they found Claire and are trying to locate us.
Bo: That's exactly what I'd like to believe, but you guys -- you got to be careful. Finding this vest doesn't necessarily mean that Claire's alive.
Belle: It doesn't mean that she's dead, either.
Bo: You're right, Belle. The Coast Guard -- they have re-listed her as missing, so they're staying on this case. It's the best we can hope for.
Belle: Thank you so much.
Shawn D.: Is there anything that we can do?
Bo: Yeah. Just stay positive. I'm gonna go talk to your parents and your mom, okay?
Shawn D.: Okay.
Belle: I was right. Claire's alive.
Shawn D.: I know, and I'm sorry that I doubted you.
Belle: Forget it. All that matters is that we're gonna get Claire back and we're gonna be a family again. We're gonna have your parents and my parents over and have Claire surrounded by everyone who loves her. It's all gonna work out. You believe that, don't you?
Philip: Listen, Bo, I know you don't think much of me, and I don't blame you. I've done some hateful things to Shawn and Belle.
Bo: Yes, you have.
Philip: I just want to tell you how sorry I am.
Bo: That's it?
Philip: What Shawn said in there about the three of us making peace -- that's real.
Bo: How sweet. You know, sometimes we say things in the heat of the moment we don't really mean.
Philip: I meant every word. If we get Claire back, she goes home with Shawn and Belle. I'll still be a part of her life, but her home will be with them.
Bo: Did you talk to Victor about this?
Philip: This has nothing to do with my father.
Bo: It has everything to do with him. Come on, man. He started the whole damn thing. Unless you get him on this little peace train of yours, it's gonna crash.
Marlena: Dr. Tucker, I want your honest opinion on John's condition.
Dr. Tucker: Well, he's aced every test we put him through. The MRI was clean. No brain damage. For a man who's been in a coma as long as he has, he's in remarkable condition.
Marlena: Yeah. What is it you're not saying?
Dr. Tucker: I'm a bit concerned there may be some residual effects from the trauma your husband suffered. It may be some time before his recovery's complete.
Marlena: I understand that. I'll be with him every step of the way. I think the important thing is to get him home.
Dr. Tucker: I'll sign his release whenever you say.
Marlena: Thank you.
Hope: Oh, John, you have always been such an amazing friend. You're a good man. Marlena's very lucky to have you to love her.
Marlena: I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I?
John: Caught in the act. The doctor. [Clears throat] What did he say?
Marlena: He said he's sick of having you lounge around this hospital, and he wants you out of here. What do you say?
Stephanie: You guys don't need to paint me a picture. I know when I'm not wanted. Chelse, give me a call about you know what. Ciao.
Chelsea: So, what happened with Willow?
Nick: You're gonna hate me.
Chelsea: She tricked you into signing the lease?
Nick: It wasn't a trick. It was blackmail.
Chelsea: Did she threaten you?
Nick: She said she'd send her lawyer after me and investigate the hairbrush.
Chelsea: So what? They're not gonna find anything.
Nick: If she talks, they're gonna connect the dots. You're my girlfriend, the hairbrush is missing. It could get very ugly.
Chelsea: I still don't think you should have backed down.
Nick: Disappointed in me?
Chelsea: No. No, I'm not disappointed in you. We'll figure something out. Would you mind watching Ciara for a minute? I'll be right back. Stephanie.
Stephanie: Hey. What's up?
Chelsea: Um, Vegas.
Chelsea: Count me in.
Stephanie: Shut up. Are you serious?
Chelsea: Yeah. I'll meet with Jeremy, and if he likes what he sees, then I'll do it.
Stephanie: Yeah. What changed your mind in the last five seconds? Let me guess. Nick did something to piss you off.
Chelsea: No. Um, he's just gonna have his hands full this summer, so I figured I might as well make myself busy.
Stephanie: This is gonna be so awesome. Oh, my God. Viva Las Vegas, baby.
Philip: I already told Victor where I stand. I gave the order -- hands off Claire.
Bo: [Chuckles] And he responded with a snappy salute?
Philip: He'll respect my wishes.
Bo: You better not be screwing with me, kid.
Belle: [Chuckles] This is gonna be the happiest homecoming ever. We'll get a place of our own with a big backyard for Claire to play in, and we'll have supper at our house every Sunday. We'll tell her who she is and where she came from. Shawn, every night she's gonna go to sleep knowing that she's so loved.
Shawn D.: That'd be great if it plays out that way.
Belle: There's no reason it shouldn't, is there?
Shawn D.: Belle, um, I think that there's...something that you need to know. Something happened before you and I got back together.
Belle: Well...whatever it is, we'll get through it because we love each other, and there's nothing that will ever change that.
Shawn D.: I feel the same way. But there's a problem.
Belle: Well, solving problems is our specialty.
Shawn D.: Belle... Willow's pregnant.
Belle: So, what does that have to do with us?
Shawn D.: I'm the father.
Hope: Are you kidding me? John can go home?
Marlena: As soon as he's ready.
John: Well, let's go.
Hope: Oh! Baby steps. What are you doing?
Marlena: Come on. You're still recovering. Take it easy.
Hope: I wonder where Bo is. He should have been here by now.
Marlena: He's missing all the fun.
Hope: I'll give him a call. I'll be right back. John -- oh, my God. This -- oh, my gosh.
Marlena: Oh, sweetheart. I --
Marlena: When you were gone... the place was so empty and hollow without the sound of you in it. It was...lonely -- unspeakably lonely -- and I...
Marlena: I moved us. I moved us out of the penthouse. I hope that's okay.
John: Did you save the bed?
Marlena: I saved the bed.
John: Then it's all good.
Bo: Hey, Fancy Face.
Hope: Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere.
Bo: I was with the kids.
Hope: How are they holding up?
Bo: I'll fill you in on the way home. How's John doing?
Hope: You're not gonna believe it.
Bo: Oh, yeah?
Hope: Turn around. He's a walking miracle.
Bo: Yeah, he is walking. How's it going, man? Good to see you.
John: So, have the cops found my kidney? Gotcha.
Bo: So -- man. Good to have you back where you belong.
John: It's good to be back.
Belle: What does this mean, Shawn? What does this mean for you and me?
Willow: You want her back, don't you? That's what all this is really about.
Sami: I missed you so much.
Tony: The target is on your back now, along with your dear Samantha.
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