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Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 6/11/08 - Canada; Thursday 6/12/08 - U.S.A.
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Dean Robbins: Mr. Fallon, did I just hear you right?
Nick: Yeah. Max is the one who did the work, so it's only fair that he should get the credit.
Max: Nick, stop it. This is crazy.
Nick: No, what's crazy is that I let this go on for so long, so it's ending now.
Dean Robbins: Are you telling me that your bartender friend developed the alternative fuel source that your grant was based on?
Nick: No, not exactly.
Dean Robbins: Well, what exactly are you telling me, Mr. Fallon?
Nick: I'm saying that Max made significant changes to my final proposal.
Stephanie: He was only trying to help, Nick.
Nick: By lying to me?
Max: I didn't lie. I just cleaned it up before I turned it in.
Nick: You did a hell of a lot more than clean it up, Max. You re-did calculations.
Max: I double-checked some stuff to make sure I was copying it right.
Nick: You're lying to me again.
Max: Nick, come on. Think about what you're doing here.
Nick: I knew something was wrong when I found out that you submitted my proposal without telling me, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt because that's what friends do. Now that I'm finding out that you changed my proposal without my approval -- that's why I'm giving the grant money back. Max earned it. I didn't.
Max: You're over-reacting, Nick.
Nick: I really don't think you're in a position to tell me how I should be acting right now. You've been manipulating me, Max, and I'm sick of it.
Morgan: I'm sorry, Philip. I just -- I should go.
Chloe: Morgan, wait. There's something I need to tell you.
John: So, what do you think?
Ava: Well, I like it. Your house is a lot like you.
John: Strong and silent?
Ava: Dark and masculine.
John: That works.
Ava: Actually, your house is a lot like the one that I grew up in.
John: That doesn't surprise me. From what I know of your father, we were...a lot alike.
Ava: You're nothing alike, John. And that's a very good thing. Look, don't get me wrong. I had a wonderful childhood. I went to all the best schools. I traveled the world. I had everything a girl could want.
John: And that wasn't enough?
Ava: It's not that. Daddy's generosity came at a price -- a very high one. I didn't know it then, but he used his money to control me.
John: Well, daddy can't control you anymore. You are free to live any kind of life you want.
Ava: Yes, I am.
John: Are you sure that I can't interest you in a tour of my bedroom?
Ava: [Chuckles] Oh, you know, maybe later. But right now, I think I want to see your kitchen.
John: Well, that's a start.
Lucas: Your dad sure left in a hurry. Must have had something to do with the sirens I heard earlier.
Sami: You heard sirens here?
Lucas: Yeah, my window was open upstairs.
Sami: Where were you?
Lucas: Just told you where I was. Want something to drink or something?
Sami: No. No thanks. Um...Lucas, is there something you want to talk about?
Lucas: Like what?
Sami: Nothing. I just, uh...was wondering what you did tonight.
Lucas: I...messed around on my computer a little bit. That's about all.
Sami: Really? That's it?
Lucas: I had dinner. Hung out with the kids.
Sami: And that's it.
Lucas: Yes, that's it. What is this about, Sami?
Sami: I love you.
Sami: I love you no matter what. No matter what you do, I will always love you. And I just want you to trust me. I just want you to tell me the truth.
Lucas: Don't ask me to trust you, because I can't.
Sami: Because of E.J.
Lucas: Mm-hmm. Because you slept with him.
Sami: Then give me the chance to earn your trust.
Lucas: I don't even know if that's possible anymore.
Sami: I can prove it to you.
Sami: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe you just have to tell me something, something that you don't want anyone else to know about.
Lucas: Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
Sami: What if I found something out? Something bad, you know, something that you didn't want anyone else to know? I wouldn't tell anyone, Lucas. I will keep your secret.
Lucas: Until you got angry, right? You'd get mad and throw it back in my face.
Sami: You really think I would do that?
Lucas: Yes, I do think you'd do that. You've done it in the past. Why not do it again?
Sami: Well, thanks for nothing, Lucas. Next time, I'll keep that in mind when you decide to leave the house.
Lucas: "Next time"? What do you think you know? Just say it.
Sami: I know that you're getting yourself into trouble, and I want to help you.
Lucas: I don't want your help!
John: We wouldn't be bickering, would we?
Morgan: What do you need to tell me, Chloe?
Chloe: You need to be careful and stay away from Philip.
Philip: That's enough.
Chloe: Hey, someone needs to warn her.
Philip: Jealousy is beneath you.
Chloe: This isn't jealousy. I'm trying to do something nice.
Morgan: If this isn't about you being jealous, what's it about?
Chloe: The feud between Philip and John Black. This whole thing could get very ugly.
Morgan: Yeah, from what I hear, it already has. I don't trust John Black, but I trust Philip. And all he's trying to do is protect his family and his business.
Chloe: I'm sure you heard that John was caught with a half-million dollars worth of cocaine.
Morgan: Yeah, I did, and I also heard that John's claiming Philip planted it to frame him.
Philip: Which isn't true.
Morgan: I know that.
Chloe: But it proves that John will do whatever he has to to get Philip, and anyone involved with him is not safe.
Morgan: I appreciate the warning, Chloe. And don't worry -- I'll be careful.
Chloe: Good. [Cellphone ringing] I wouldn't want you to get hurt. You should probably tell your dad to stay away from John, too.
Morgan: Trust me, I've already told him many times.
Philip: I need to get this. Philip Kiriakis.
Paul: Hey, it's me.
Philip: What can I do for you?
Paul: Well, slick, I did what you wanted me to do. And John Black is not gonna know what hit him.
Nick: I'll return the grant money first thing in the morning.
Dean Robbins: Just a minute, Mr. Fallon. I'd like to hear what your friend has to say. So, is this true? Did you alter Mr. Fallon's work without his knowledge?
Max: I double-checked some equations with a calculator. It's not a big deal.
Nick: The big deal is that you did it behind my back.
Max: See, this is why I didn't want to tell you. Because you're willing to give up years of research and a chance to make something important because you're mad at me that I proofed your work?
Nick: You did more than proof it, Max. You changed it.
Dean Robbins: All right, did you review the changes?
Nick: No, not all of them, but I intend to.
Dean Robbins: You didn't do any of the original theorems or hypotheses, did you?
Max: Are you kidding me? No, of course not.
Dean Robbins: Come here for a second. Look, what we're talking about here is essentially the fact that someone double-checked your math.
Nick: Without my knowledge or approval.
Dean Robbins: Is this work that wouldn't have gotten done if he hadn't done it?
Nick: No, not necessarily. He sent it in before I had a chance to proof it.
Max: Yeah, to meet the deadline.
Stephanie: He thought he was doing you a favor, Nick.
Max: And now you're blowing this way out of proportion.
Nick: I don't think so.
Max: What's more important to you, huh? Getting your prototype or dotting all your I's and crossing all your T's yourself?
Nick: I don't like what you did, Max.
Max: I'm really sorry about that. But you know what seems a little foolish to me? That you're willing to throw everything away because I screwed up and stepped on your toes.
Dean Robbins: I agree. There's no reason for you to stop moving forward with your prototype. Your research is important.
Nick: It is, but there's an ethical issue here.
Dean Robbins: Review the changes. If you still feel the same way, then we'll revisit this conversation. But I have to admit, it's highly improbable that your friend here could have made any significant impact on your work. I'm quite sure he did nothing more than plug the numbers in on a calculator and write down the results without even knowing what they meant.
Stephanie: I think you're being a little unfair, Dean Robbins. Max isn't stupid. He's far from it.
Dean Robbins: Not all that far from what I've seen.
Stephanie: Why are you being so insulting?
Max: What do you expect? He based his entire book on a faulty hypothesis. What does he know?
Dean Robbins: I know enough to see...that you're a destructive person who's very jealous of your friend's success.
Dean Robbins: Now, I can't tell Mr. Fallon who to associate with, but I will tell you -- keep your distance from me.
Max: Don't worry.
Dean Robbins: You harass me again and I will call the police.
Nick: You don't need to worry about Max, Dean Robbins.
Kayla: Hey, baby.
Stephanie: Uh, hey, um, will you be okay?
Stephanie: Excuse us.
Student: Excuse me, Dean Robbins? I apologize for interrupting. I couldn't make it last night, but could you sign my copy of your book?
Dean Robbins: Well, sure. What's your name?
Nick: Come on, Max. Let's get out of here.
Max: Where are we going?
Nick: Someplace where we can be in private.
Max: Sorry, I can't.
Nick: I think that you owe me an explanation, okay? Not the bull you just kicked out to try and save my grant. So we can either do it here in front of the dean or we can do it someplace private. It's your choice.
Max: Fine. Let's go.
Stephanie: I'm really glad you're here.
Kayla: What's wrong?
Stephanie: It's Max. He's going through something major right now and he won't let me help him.
Kayla: Is he in some kind of trouble?
Stephanie: That's just it. I don't know. Mom, he's been so angry lately. And every time I try to talk to him about it, he just pushes me away. And...on top of it, I just found out that he has this amazing gift he's been hiding from everyone. It's like I don't even know him anymore.
Paul: Look, I know we agreed to meet in person, but I figured you'd want to know about this right now.
Paul: You know that problem with that shipment? Well, it's been taken care of.
Philip: I don't understand.
Paul: You will.
Philip: You need to be more specific.
Paul: No, no, I don't. I think you'll be able to figure this one out. I got to go.
Philip: Wait a minute.
Morgan: Is everything all right?
Philip: Yeah, fine.
Morgan: Well, it's getting late. I should go. Goodbye, Chloe. And, Philip, I don't know what's going on with you and John, but I do know that you're a good person, and you're gonna do what's right.
John: I asked a question. I expect an answer.
Lucas: Don't look at me.
Sami: It was nothing, John.
John: Ever since you all moved in to my mansion, the noise has been nonstop. I've got this one yelling because he caught you and E.J. in bed, and all you and E.J. ever do is argue like an old married couple. And then there's the babies, crying morning, noon, and night. Can't a man get a little peace and quiet in his own mansion?
Sami: I didn't know we were such an imposition to you.
John: You are. I'm just trying to have a nice, quiet evening with my lady friend.
Sami: And you understand how wrong that is, right? I mean, you're married to my Mother.
John: If you want to get technical.
Sami: I don't believe this. What about you? Aren't there enough single men in Salem?
John: You need to leave. And you need to get her out of here.
Lucas: Come on. Let's go.
Sami: Fine. Fine. Can't wait till my Mom gets home.
John: I'm sorry you had to see that.
Ava: Oh, is it always so exciting around here?
John: Unfortunately. [Doorbell rings]
Ava: You need to get that?
John: No, Rolf will.
Ava: Speaking of Rolf, he is quite a character. Where'd you find him?
John: In a laboratory. [Door opens]
Dr. Rolf: [Clears throat] [American accent] Hope Brady is here to see you, sir.
John: Send her in.
Hope: Ava. What are doing here?
John: How may I help you, Hope?
Hope: I asked her a question.
John: I asked you a question. I'm busy. Ava's my friend. Now, please, state your business or I'll have to ask you to leave.
Hope: I have some bad news.
Kayla: Okay, now I'm worried. What's wrong with Max?
Stephanie: No, no, no. I didn't mean to worry you. Mom, how's Joey?
Kayla: He's great. Your baby brother is getting stronger every day.
Stephanie: That's so great.
Kayla: Yeah, it is. Your father and I are so happy and incredibly relieved.
Stephanie: Yeah, me too. Is Dad with him at the hospital now?
Kayla: Yeah, we just want to make sure that one of us is with him at all times.
Stephanie: Well, I can't wait for him to come home so I can tell him how much I love him.
Kayla: I know. I really think he's gonna be fine.
Stephanie: Thank God.
Kayla: So, what about Max? What's going on with him?
Nick: Looks like there was a fire at the warehouse. You know what's in there? [Sirens wailing in distance]
Max: They stored impound cargo there.
Nick: Well, I hope everyone's okay.
Max: Yeah, me too.
Nick: Okay, Max, start talking. What's going on?
Max: Nothing, really.
Nick: We're way past this. If you're my friend, you need to be honest with me.
Max: I have been.
Max: Nick, okay. Wait. You were right. I understand more than people think I do.
Max: I don't know. I just pick it up.
Nick: You just don't pick up complex theories.
Max: Yeah, I do.
Nick: What do you mean?
Max: I don't know. I just pick things up quickly, and I understand things that I haven't actually learned.
Nick: Have you always been like this?
Max: Pretty much.
Nick: So, what, your teachers just didn't notice?
Max: I hid it from them, too.
Max: Because I didn't want to be different.
Nick: There's nothing wrong with being smart, Max.
Max: But you know what? What's important to me is to be normal, okay? I didn't want everybody thinking that I was some kind of geek. Look, I didn't mean to call you a geek. That's not what I meant. Look, I'm proud of you, Nick -- your accomplishments. You're my friend. And you always know what's right and you try to do it.
Nick: So you don't?
Max: No, not really.
Nick: You mean like lying to me about the way you fixed my work?
Max: Yeah, and I didn't tell you because I hate that part of myself. You can deal with being smart. I can't.
Nick: Yes, you can, and you should.
Max: No. I don't want to go to college and hang around with some yuppie, self-absorbed person like Dean Robbins.
Nick: What is wrong with Dean Robbins?
Max: You know what? You have your opinion about him. I have mine, okay? I'm entitled to that.
Nick: You weren't gonna tell me about this, were you?
Max: No, not really.
Nick: You have a gift, Max. And what I don't understand is why you wouldn't go to college and try to figure out how to use it.
Max: No thanks.
Nick: Well, will you at least go to the university with me and take an I.Q. test?
Nick: Because I'm curious. Will you do it?
Philip: Don't worry about John. It's only a matter of time before the police have enough evidence to put him away.
Morgan: I hope you're right.
Bo: I'll have to get back to you. No, I'm there now.
Philip: Hey, come on in. My Father's not here.
Bo: You'll do. Morgan.
Philip: What is it?
Bo: There was a fire in a warehouse down near the docks.
Philip: Was anyone hurt?
Bo: We don't know yet.
Philip: Was the warehouse one of ours?
Philip: Then why are you here?
Bo: Arson is suspected. Your name came up.
Hope: The warehouse containing all the goods impounded from your ship burned down tonight. It looks like everything in it was a total loss.
Ava: Oh, I am so sorry, John.
Philip: You're not gonna find anything to tie me to that cocaine, John.
John: No? The way I see it, it's actually pretty simple. You paid a lot for that coke, but I will pay twice as much to clear my name, and I'm betting that your dealer will turn on you in a second if the price is right.
Philip: You're fishing, John. And you're gonna come up empty. I had nothing to do with those drugs.
John: You're lying.
Philip: Prove it.
John: I will. You know, in a way, I'm kind of sad that you're running things now. From what I hear, your old man was a formidable opponent. But you -- you're still wet behind the ears.
Philip: I'd move fast if I were you, because with the evidence the police have, you'll be back in jail before you know it.
John: I don't think so.
Philip: You really do hate to be in small spaces, don't you? Remind you of the day Stefano and Rolf wrung out your mind like a wet sponge?
John: Somewhat. That's why I'm not going back.
Philip: We'll see.
John: You made a stupid move planting that coke on me.
Philip: And you made a bad move starting this turf war.
John: Thanks for admitting you planted the coke.
John: That shipment was worth millions of dollars.
Hope: You have insurance.
John: Not the point. But since you brought it up, it may not be covered because it was suspect and impounded.
Ava: No, they're not gonna cover anything if they can get out of it.
John: Was it a total loss?
Hope: It appears that way. But the extent of the damage is still being evaluated.
John: You know Kiriakis was behind this.
Hope: The cause of the fire is still under investigation.
John: Let me translate for you -- you've got nothing.
Ava: Or they're destroying the evidence as we speak. John, you really should get down there and you should check things out for yourself.
Hope: No, I can't let you do that.
John: And you're gonna stop me how?
Hope: Stop, John. I know you're frustrated, but you have got to stay out of this. Let the police handle it.
John: It's too late. This never should have happened in the first place. I told you that Philip and Hollingsworth are working together, you did nothing, and I suffered a major loss. Obviously, he's got you snowed.
Hope: You know that's not true.
John: So don't worry about it now. I'll take care of Philip... one way or another.
Ava: It is amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. I've got a lot of experience in business.
Hope: Stay out of this.
Ava: Look, I ran my Father's company for years. I dealt with all kinds of competition. John is my friend, and I don't want to see him getting snowed or railroaded by anyone -- this Philip Kiriakis or the cops.
Hope: Don't make things worse for yourself. You know we're watching you.
John: Good night, detective.
Hope: Hear what I am saying. Do not interfere, stay home, and let us handle it. Good night.
John: You had your chance.
Bo: John's cargo was completely destroyed, so you know he's gonna accuse you.
Philip: Of course he is.
Morgan: I have to call my Father.
Bo: You think he knows something about this?
Philip: He works at the storage warehouses.
Morgan: He's not answering. I got to go.
Chloe: I hope her dad's all right.
Philip: Me too.
Bo: I need to ask you some questions.
Philip: Chloe can stay. I have nothing to hide, Bo.
Bo: Fine. Do you know anything about the fire?
Philip: No, Bo, I don't.
Bo: That's the answer I expected.
Philip: Then why'd you even ask?
Bo: I hope I don't find out you had anything to do with this, bro. But I do have a job to do.
Philip: And you're a good cop, Bo.
Bo: Yeah, well, John has accused me of giving you and Victor preferential treatment.
Philip: I wouldn't worry about it.
Bo: I'm not. I will run this investigation by the book.
Philip: I understand.
Bo: If I find out you had anything to do with this, I will arrest you.
Philip: Okay. I've been officially warned. Is that it?
Chloe: Did you do it?
Max: I'm sorry, Nick. I can't work with you.
Nick: Just a few tests.
Max: I said no to tests.
Max: Because I don't want to be treated like a guinea pig, okay? I don't care how smart I am. I don't care what percentile my I.Q. falls under. I don't care how much I can do with my brain, okay?
Nick: Okay, chill out, dude.
Max: Look, my family either owns Irish Pubs like my Pop, or they were cops like Bo and Roman, and that's all I want.
Nick: What about Kayla? She went to college and became a doctor.
Max: Yeah, well, we're really proud of her.
Nick: So then why can't you go to college?
Max: I can. I just don't want to. Look, I don't need to go to college to succeed. My Pop didn't and look at how much he accomplished. He was a well-respected man in this community.
Nick: I understand, okay? But I doubt that your dad would want you to deny your own God-given gifts.
Max: "God-given"? Really? I think it's more like a curse.
Nick: How do you figure?
Max: You wouldn't understand.
Nick: Try me.
Max: I don't want to talk about it, Nick.
Max: No, just drop it, okay? And while you're at it, I need you to tell the dean that I didn't have anything to do with your grant project.
Nick: Sorry, I don't think I can do that.
Max: Sure you can.
Nick: You're right. I can, but I won't.
Max: Then you know what? You and I have nothing else to say to each other.
Kayla: I had no idea.
Stephanie: No one did. Max has this amazing gift, but he refuses to acknowledge it.
Kayla: Does grandma know?
Stephanie: I doubt it. He won't talk to anyone about it. I mean, every time I try to bring it up, he just gets upset. Mom, he's just been so angry. He's been starting fights with people.
Kayla: That doesn't sound like Max.
Stephanie: I know. It's not. He's been moody and upset and just filled with this anger. And I don't understand it. And I don't know what to do.
Philip: No, Chloe. I had nothing to do with the fire.
Chloe: Do you know who started it?
Chloe: I'm sorry, Philip, but I had to ask.
Philip: Yeah, well, I guess that answers my question.
Philip: If you trust me.
Chloe: Of course I do. Come on, you have to admit the fire is suspicious.
Philip: Of course it is, but that doesn't mean I had anything to do with it.
Chloe: True, but you didn't seem very surprised when Bo brought it up.
Philip: Chloe, you know me well enough to know that nothing surprises me anymore.
Chloe: Do you think John started it?
Philip: It's possible.
Chloe: But why? He lost a warehouse full of goods.
Philip: 'Cause he's a victim now, and...that may have gained him sympathy with the police.
Chloe: I didn't think about that. Well, the good news is my moving out of here makes it easier for you to keep seeing Morgan.
Philip: Whoa. Where did that come from?
Chloe: Well, I see how you two are together.
Philip: Listen to me -- I'm not interested in her.
Chloe: I'm not so sure about that.
Philip: Come here. I mean it. You're the only one I want to be with.
Philip: It's true. And listen -- I don't want you to worry about this business at the warehouse. It'll all get sorted out. I promise.
Ava: I am so sorry about your shipment, John.
John: So am I. And I want the man who did this.
Ava: What are you gonna do?
John: What I should have done a long time ago. Take care of the problem myself.
Ava: You know, Daddy had to deal with this a lot in his business, and I know you're not asking for my advice, but if you need it...
John: I will ask. And there's a good chance I will do that before this is over.
Ava: You know, I don't know this Philip Kiriakis, but, uh, he seems serious.
John: So am I. I'm not about to stand by and watch him ruin this...new life that I'm building for myself.
Ava: Good for you.
John: It may not be much, but it's all I got.
Ava: Oh, come on. What are you talking about? Huh? Will you look at all of this?
John: It's not bad, is it?
Ava: Oh, come on. You should be very proud of what you've accomplished. I'm impressed.
John: Are you?
Ava: Come on, what woman wouldn't be? What woman doesn't like a man who knows how to take care of business? It is very...sexy.
John: Is it?
Ava: Oh, yes.
Lucas: Hey. How are the twins?
Sami: They're good.
Sami: What's wrong?
Sami: Lucas, you're pacing.
Lucas: I didn't realize I was.
Sami: You know, I meant what I said. You can trust me. You know, you can tell me anything. I'll -- I'll prove to you that you can trust me.
Lucas: You're serious, right?
Lucas: Well, I don't have any secrets I'd like to divulge right now. I'm sorry.
Sami: Must be hard for you -- trapped here, stuck here under house arrest, not able to do anything, go anywhere.
Lucas: Yeah. So?
Sami: I don't know. I just --
Lucas: What? What are you getting at? Do you have something to ask me? Just ask me.
Sami: No, but --
Lucas: But what? But nothing. Got it?
Stephanie: So, what happened?
Nick: Oh, we had a little talk at the pier.
Stephanie: How did it go?
Nick: Not well.
Dean Robbins: You don't know what you're talking about, young man. Clearly, you are unable to grasp the concept of low-energy nuclear --
Max: Very possible. It's very possible because I'm a dumb bartender, right? But believe it or not, I understood what you were saying or what you were trying to say.
Dean Robbins: Oh, then perhaps you would enlighten me as to where my theories went awry.
Max: Let's start with the fact that you provided no explanation for how the barriers overcome, and then let's work our way up to how released nuclear energy is distributed within the atomic lattice. In sum, your ideas are seriously flawed, and I find your premise to be completely invalid. On top of which, I think you are a no-good son of a bitch. And I'm gonna let everyone at the university, as well as this town, know that. Cute poster.
Kayla: Hey. What are you doing there, little brother?
Max: You mean Stephanie didn't tell you?
Kayla: Well, she said you were pretty angry about things. Want to talk about it?
Max: Not really.
Kayla: Oh, I kind of figured you might say that. You know, I'm kind of worried about you.
Max: Well, don't be. I'm fine. Excuse me. I've got to go do something.
Kayla: Wait, where are you going?
Chloe: Mm. I'm gonna go home and unpack since you're not ready for dinner.
Philip: You still want to get together later?
Chloe: Sure. Call me.
Philip: I will. [Sighs]
Sami: Well, what? I just want you to know that if there's something that you want to tell me, you know, about tonight or about anything...
Lucas: No, there isn't.
Sami: Okay. Well, if there ever is, I want you to know that you can... that you can tell me. I mean it. [Baby crying] Okay?
Lucas: All right.
Sami: I'll go check on the twins.
Paul: Do I know you?
Lucas: No. No. Why do you ask?
Paul: You seem familiar to me.
Lucas: Don't think so. Take care.
Hope: Talk about a long day.
Bo: I say we go home and do our reports tomorrow.
Hope: Now, that sounds like a plan. How'd things go with Philip?
Bo: As expected. He denied having anything to do with those fires at the warehouse.
Hope: You think he's lying?
Bo: Is he a Kiriakis? How'd it go with John?
Hope: How do you think? He's angry. He's frustrated. He's, of course, blaming Philip. We're gonna have to keep an eye on him.
Bo: You know what? I'll have Abe put an extra man on the surveillance team.
Hope: Good idea. On another note, you're never gonna believe who was at John's tonight.
Bo: You're kidding.
Kayla: Hey, guys.
Bo: Hey, Kay.
Hope: Oh, Kay, how are you, sweetheart? How's Joey?
Kayla: He's doing much better. Thank you.
Hope: He's coming off the ventilator tomorrow, right?
Kayla: Yeah, tomorrow. We're very excited.
Bo: Well, then, how come you don't look it? What's wrong?
Kayla: I'm just worried about Max and Stephanie.
Stephanie: Oh, no.
Stephanie: This can't be good.
Max: [Clears throat] You're gonna let Nick finish his prototype... or I'm gonna tell everyone who you really are.
Philip: What the hell did you do, Paul?
Paul: Exactly what you asked me to do, Philip.
Philip: You -- I never asked you to burn down the warehouse.
Chloe: The only way that Lucas could have known I was crying was if he was on the pier watching me.
Lucas: All right.
Ava: I should go.
John: Or stay.
Ava: No, I don't think that's a really good idea. You seem distracted, John, and I really think you need to take care of your business.
John: I do need to address this situation with Philip.
Ava: Like I said, if you need me, you just call.
John: Thank you. I let him get away with far too much. All my instincts said to bury him from the beginning, just fight back and fight dirty.
Ava: Yeah, then why didn't you?
Marlena: Because I didn't want him to.
Nicole: There's one thing you could give me that I'd like a whole lot.
E.J.: What's that?
Nicole: Your respect.
Stephanie: I need you to tell me what is wrong with you.
Victor: Is that your new style? Intimidation?
Philip: It's business.
Victor: What about arson?
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