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Scott: This isn't about Michael. It's about you -- about you and Corinthos.
Alexis: The man who swore to love you for the rest of his life was willing to drop you on the spot in exchange for his son.
Michael: I talked to Mommy.
Sonny: I know. I know.
Jax: I know what you're going through, Sonny. You don't want to face the truth.
Sonny: This is not Brenda! Carly is not dead.
Ned: Hi. Want some breakfast?
Kristina: Breakfast? Wouldn't that be you?
Ned: Then you're hungry, huh?
Kristina: Oh, I've been hungry all morning long.
Ned: I know the feeling.
Kristina: Well, you know, sometimes waiting is a good thing.
Kristina: Well, it's like last night. If we hadn't waited, maybe last night wouldn't have been so good. But it was so good. Actually, last night was the perfect beginning. It was the perfect beginning.
Jax: So, how long exactly were you planning on staying in this position? A year? A day?
Skye: Just let me think.
Jax: Till my arm ossifies?
[Knock on door]
Skye: Oh. Shh. We're not here.
Jax: Unfortunately, the maids have keys.
Skye: Ugh. Whose bright idea was that?
Jax: The Quartermaines. They own this hotel.
Jax: Oh, hi.
Jax: Nice to see you.
Rae: I -- I -- I -- I solemnly swear, I will not make a habit of this. I just wanted a quick word with my daughter.
Jax: Oh, please, please, come in. Sorry.
Rae: Thank you. Honey -- you know, if -- if you were my client, I would probably say encourage your mother to call in advance, remind her that you need your own privacy. Maybe you could suggest a hobby and draw those boundaries. And then install an electric fence.
Jax: Be a lot easier if you just had breakfast with us.
Rae: Oh, I would love to. I canít. I have to be in Llanview and -- and soon. I just came here to say good-bye to you.
Jax: But you'll be back soon?
Rae: Is this guy charming, or what?
Skye: No argument here.
Rae: I'll miss you. And, you know, if you want to call sometime, you know, when you need somebody to talk to -- or even just to say hi.
Rae: I love you.
Skye: Well, have a safe trip.
Rae: I will. Okay? Okay. Okay. Hey.
Jax: It was nice to meet you, Rae. I'm sure I'll see you again.
Rae: You, too. Bye-bye, you two.
Skye: Well, what do we have here? Ooh -- eggs benedict. Ooh, the plate is still warm. They do such a nice one here. And -- strawberries. That is just the best part of early summer, don't you think?
Jax: Yeah. You know, we can debate strawberries and early summer, but you could also tell me what's on your mind.
Skye: I wonder if they're imported or local.
Jax: Why don't you ask them?
Skye: Mmm. Mmm. Definitely imported. Mm-hmm.
Jax: Skye, seriously, you don't have to pretend there's no problem.
Skye: Something's happening. Something bad.
Announcer: A great big howdy and a fine good morning to all you country --
[Radio station changes]
[Classical music plays]
Reginald: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Huh?
[Radio station changes]
Announcer: It's Big Bob Bradley, head cowpoke at the country --
Alice: I want classical.
Reginald: Hey, country.
Reginald: Okay, fine.
[Classical music plays]
Alan: What are you two doing? Get out of here.
Alice: Mrs. Dr. Quartermaine's orders, Sir.
Monica: I want you out of here.
Alexis: I have something especially for you, A.J.
Edward: What do you want?
Alexis: I want your grandson to stay away from Michael Corinthos. So does Sonny, Bobbie, and Judge Harlan Bean. That's a restraining order. You come within 20 feet of Michael, and you will be arrested so fast, your head will spin.
Alan: All right, Reginald, put those things away right now.
Monica: I want that suitcase packed immediately, Reginald.
Alan: Reginald, don't you lift a finger.
Monica: You leave him alone.
Alan: I want both of you out of here right now.
Reginald: Not a moment too soon.
Monica: Don't move.
Reginald: Okay, fine.
Alan: You know what? I really have had it. I want all of you out of here now.
Alice: Don't worry, Mrs. Dr. Quartermaine.
Alan: Hey -- watch it.
Reginald: Ow. Okay. Ow, ow, ow. Easy. Ow. Okay. I want a raise.
Alice: Now hand me the vacuum.
Alan: Uh! Don't you --
Monica: Okay. All righty. I can take it from here. That's -- that's enough. Thank you.
Reginald: That means you can go.
Alan: You can go now.
Monica: Thank you, Alice.
Alan: What is this all about?
Monica: You can pack your own clothes and leave, or you could leave them and I'll have someone throw them out.
Alan: Oh, surely you can't be serious.
Monica: You're my soon-to-be ex-husband, Alan. I want you out of the house.
Alan: I'm not going anywhere, Monica.
Monica: All right, then I'll call my lawyer.
Alan: You call anybody you want to. It's going to take you months to evict me.
Monica: Are you threatening me?
Alan: Monica, none of this makes sense.
Monica: Oh, don't talk to me about sense, Alan. But if you want every second of your life to be a living hell, then you just stay right here. Stand your ground.
Alan: I want to talk to you.
Monica: Why? You never talked when A.J.'s life was in danger or the thousands of times when A.J. needed you to be a father and you weren't there. Why? Why all of a sudden does the mighty Dr. Alan Quartermaine want to talk? Now?
Alan: That's right, now.
Monica: Well, then, talk to the staff of the Port Charles Hotel, okay? If you tip them, they'll listen to you. They may even sympathize.
Alan: Why on earth would I want to live that way?
Monica: Because you'll have people that will listen and sympathize and cater to your every whim.
Alan: And I'd be bored out of my mind.
Monica: Oh, come on. You'll manage.
Alan: You're a piece of work, Monica. You make ridiculous demands. You hold me up to a standard that you couldn't live by.
Monica: Okay, fine. You're right, I'm wrong. Will you go?
Alan: No one can make me more miserable or happier than you do, Monica. Half the time, my life is hell. The other half, you're worth the fight.
Monica: Okay. Maybe for you, but not for me.
Alan: You're a challenge, Monica. You always have been. But I have no intention of giving up.
Edward: You have no right to come barging in here like this.
Alexis: You're right, Edward, and I apologize. But it is important that A.J. know that he will indeed be arrested if he continues to harass Bobbie and Michael.
A.J.: I was wrong. What can I say, Alexis? I mean, the situation with Carly is so terrible. I just wanted to -- I just wanted to check in on my little boy.
Alexis: Sonny's little boy.
A.J.: Yeah, well, now that Carly is really gone, I can't stop thinking of Michael. Is he in pain? Is he afraid? I mean, what's happened -- it just isn't fair. Call it a parental reflex, if there is such a thing. I just -- I wanted to reach out and comfort my son.
Alexis: Do you honestly expect me to believe any of that?
A.J.: Alexis, I don't care what you believe. Everyone who loves Michael is trying to help him right now. Right? Bobbie, Felicia, Luke, Laura, Lucky -- the list goes on. Everyone's pitching in to make Michael feel safe. That's all I was doing. Now, the last thing I expected was for Michael not to know me.
Courtney: Can you imagine how awful that must be?
A.J.: When Michael looked at me and said "who are you?" It was a smack in my face. Alexis, how can I help a child who doesn't even know who I am? I canít.
Alexis: That's beautiful, A.J. A very nice performance. But we know that you don't mean a single word of it.
Courtney: That's not fair.
Alexis: Correction -- most of us know that you don't mean a single word of it. Here's the bottom line -- A.J. stays away from Michael.
A.J.: I will, okay?
Courtney: There. You win. Now, will you go?
A.J.: Alexis, I will leave Michael alone. But if Carly's death is officially confirmed, Michael will need his father, and I will be there.
Bobbie: Just us.
Michael: Uncle Sonny!
Sonny: Hey. Hey, how you doing, buddy?
Michael: Is Mommy back?
Sonny: No, Mommy's not here.
Michael: You were talking to her.
Bobbie: I think Uncle Sonny thought we were Carly, didn't you?
Sonny: Yeah, that's right.
Michael: When's Mommy coming home?
Bobbie: Honey, your mommy's going to be home very soon. We came to pick up some clothes for Michael.
Sonny: Oh, that sounds like a good idea.
Bobbie: Could you keep an eye on him for a few minutes? I'm going to make us a snack to take to the park.
Sonny: Going to the park, are you?
Bobbie: Yeah. Michael, why don't you show Uncle Sonny the -- the card you're making for Mommy.
Sonny: Oh, let's see what you're working on here.
Michael: How do you spell "love"?
Sonny: "Love"? L-O-V-E.
Michael: Is Mommy going to like this picture?
Sonny: Yeah. Very much.
Michael: Did you get my birthday card?
Sonny: Yeah. Very good job. Very good job.
Michael: Were you surprised?
Sonny: Yeah, I was. Can I ask you something about when you saw Mommy at -- in Grandma's back yard?
Sonny: Okay, I need you to tell me about that, okay? I need you to tell me everything Mommy told you.
Ned: I think I cut you off earlier. What were you saying? About something.
Kristina: I feel like last night was a turning point for me.
Ned: What do you mean -- what do you mean by turning point --
Kristina: You really --
Kristina: You really want to know?
Ned: All right.
Kristina: I promised myself that I wouldn't sleep with someone until I felt a genuine sense of -- until I genuinely -- a genuine sense of --
Kristina: Well, would that be such a bad thing?
Jax: What's on your mind, Skye?
Skye: I don't know how I could -- I could just let her hug me like that. I used to hate this woman, Jax, before I even knew who she was. I made it my business to hate this woman.
Jax: And now that you know her, you --
Skye: Rae is the last person I would have ever picked on this entire planet to be my mother. When she said goodbye to me just now -- I don't know -- a part of me was sad. Maybe still is, and -- when she said, "I love you --" I don't know -- a part of me was actually touched, affected. And there was this little voice in the back of my head that was actually on the verge of -- I don't know -- for some reason wanted to --
Jax: You wanted to say "I love you" back? And that scares you a little bit.
Skye: I am losing it, Jax -- I mean it -- my identity, you know, the thing that makes me me. All these -- these thoughts, these feelings -- they can't possibly belong to me.
Jax: Yeah. You're a stranger to yourself.
Skye: Jax, please don't make fun of me. I'm serious, all right?
Jax: Okay. Listen, really, I -- I don't think there is any chance that you will ever lose your edge.
Skye: Then what am I doing here, huh? Sitting here, looking into your eyes, pouring my heart out? I am in serious trouble. I am. I have gone all mushy and gushy and soft.
Jax: You know, even if that were true, what's the worst that can happen?
Alexis: Even if Carly doesn't come back, Sonny is still Michaelís legal father.
A.J.: For now.
Alexis: Forever. You signed away your parental rights.
A.J.: Alexis, no reasonable judge would ever give custody of a child to a gangster like Sonny.
Alexis: As opposed to you, A.J., an obscure little arsonist? You should be in jail right now.
Courtney: Excuse me?
Sonny: Must've been great to see Mommy in the back yard. Do you remember what she was wearing?
Sonny: What kind? Can you tell me?
Michael: Just clothes.
Sonny: She must've looked pretty.
Sonny: What about her hair? What was it like?
Sonny: Do you remember if it was up? Do you remember if it was in her face? Do you remember anything different about it?
Sonny: Yeah? Like what?
Michael: She had a crown, like a princess.
Sonny: Hmm. That's -- you mean a crown like that?
Bobbie: Okay, we have cheese and crackers. And we got -- oh, here's the apples. Here's the orange slices. I'd say we're ready for just about anything, not just the park.
Sonny: Sounds great.
Leticia: Hello, Mr. Corinthos.
Sonny: Hi. Nice to see you again.
Bobbie: You know what? I think I'm going to tidy up around here a little bit, and I'll meet you two at the park in a little while, okay?
Sonny: Enjoy yourselves.
Michael: Bye, Uncle Sonny.
Sonny: Okay, you mind Leticia now. You don't go wandering off, okay?
Bobbie: Oh, I want this place absolutely spotless when Carly gets back. Not that she's ever even going to notice because you know Carly. She's not much of a housekeeper. Of course, you don't need me to tell you that. She was living at the brownstone. The mess was absolutely driving me crazy. But I guess when she's going to get back she's going to need someone to look after her and -- I guess I'll welcome the mess.
Sonny: Bobbie, can you sit down with me for a second?
Bobbie: Actually, if I were to sit down, I'd probably never get done.
Sonny: We need to talk, Bobbie.
Bobbie: Nurses can work and talk at the same time, so just tell me.
Sonny: No, no. You know what? Don't -- no -- put -- you don't -- you don't need to do this right -- okay?
Bobbie: Just tell me.
Sonny: There's a real chance -- a very real chance -- that Carly might be dead.
Sonny: I don't want Carly gone any more than you do, but, you know, things don't look good. I mean, she -- there's a chance she might not have gotten out.
Sonny: I'm sorry, you know?
Bobbie: Hey. It's okay. Sonny, this is not your fault. It isn't, okay? The waiting is getting to you. That's what it is. Come on, it's all right.
Sonny: That's not --
Bobbie: We can fight this together.
Sonny: That's not what's happening.
Bobbie: You listen to me because Carly is fine. Okay. She's confused. She's probably lost and she's alone, but she's alive. She's coming home.
Sonny: I hope so. But we need to be --
Bobbie: And you're exhausted. Sit down, all right? Sit down. I know you'll get your fight back. You need to get some rest.
Sonny: Michael just told me that --
Bobbie: I know.
Sonny: His mother --
Bobbie: I know -- that he saw his mother. He's telling me that all the time.
Sonny: Michael saw a reindeer last Christmas standing at the foot of his bed, Bobbie.
Bobbie: Well, that's different.
Sonny: No -- now he's saying that his mother was wearing a crown like the one in this picture.
Bobbie: Well, maybe you confused him.
Sonny: Michael doesn't know the difference between what's real and what isnít. Kids his age can't. We need to help him deal with it.
Bobbie: I think he's dealing with this better than you are.
Sonny: And I need you to help me with him.
Bobbie: And I don't want you to say a word to that little boy. His mother is alive and she's coming home. What's the matter with you? Why are you trying to write Carly off?
Alexis: A.J. wouldnít give his life for custody of Michael, but he would try to burn down his brother's warehouse.
Courtney: What are you talking about?
Alexis: Sonny and Jason documented the crime. Sonny presented A.J. with the evidence, and that was the first time that your husband signed away Michael to keep himself out of jail.
Courtney: None of this is true, right?
A.J.: Courtney, I wish I could deny it. I can't lie to you. I love you too much.
Alexis: Oh, God.
A.J.: I told you I've done a lot of terrible things. This is one of them. But I promise I made sure no one got hurt in the fire.
Alexis: You got lucky is what happened.
A.J.: Alexis -- no injuries was part of the deal.
Edward: Which is not to say that there even was a deal.
A.J.: Grandfather, really, it's okay. You don't have to cover for me. I committed a serious crime, and I am deeply ashamed.
Alexis: And you forgot to mention it to your wife.
A.J.: Maybe I should have. I don't know. Back then I was drinking and I was desperate. And the drunk who hired someone to torch the warehouse wasn't fit enough to be a parent. But I'm different now because of you. I mean, your love has made me stronger than I imagined I ever could be, strong enough to -- to be a good parent, strong enough to face arson charges, to stand up to Sonny and his hit men. Courtney, I'm not perfect. But I am better than I -- I used to be, I promise, and it's all because of you. Can you accept that? Can you trust me?
Courtney: Yes. I trust you.
Alexis: How can you stand here and listen to this?
Kristina: Hey, listen. Everything that I said over the past half an hour -- you can just forget it. I mean, not everything that we did, but everything -- everything that I said, all of the words. I think that I'm just delirious and I need sleep. "Commitment" is a very heavy word, and I don't want it to weigh down on our relationship. I mean, I know that a lot of people are afraid of commitment, and I was afraid of commitment.
Ned: Kristina --
Kristina: And I know that you probably are afraid of commitment, too --
Ned: Kristina, I'm -- I am a fool for commitment. That's why I keep trying to get it right. I am an incurable, certifiable fool.
Kristina: You come here.
Ned: Do you believe me?
Kristina: Kind of.
[Knock on door]
Alexis: Hey, Ned? It's Alexis. I was over at the main house. I wanted to --
Alexis: Talk to you for a second about -- hey, Ned? You left your door open. Oh, gosh. Apparently now I have come at a bad time. Oy.
Ned: Alexis, just wait.
Kristina: Alexis, don't go. Please don't go.
Alexis: I'm sorry. I -- I should've called. I'm an idiot. I was at the main house. The door was open. I --
Ned: Just relax, just relax. We're all adults here.
Kristina: Yes, we are.
Ned: Look, I have some coffee brewing. Um -- just have a seat.
Ned: I'll get you some coffee, okay?
Sonny: You think I want to tell Michael his mother's gone?
Bobbie: Then stop thinking about it.
Sonny: You think I'll ever get over sending his mother over a cliff?
Bobbie: What do you mean, sending her over?
Sonny: I got on my knees in a chapel in Martinique. I made a deal for Carly's life. If anybody should be gone --
Bobbie: That has nothing to do with Carly's disappearance.
Sonny: Carly's not my wife anymore, but she's Michaelís mother, the only mother Michael has. Do you honestly believe that I'd write her off, want her dead?
Bobbie: Aw, Sonny, that's not what I meant.
Sonny: I'm not a good man --
Sonny: I am not a good man. But I'll tell you something -- I would give my life for Carly's. I'd rip out my own heart to bring that little boy's mother back.
Alan: How many times has Monica kicked me out? How many times has our marriage been over? How many bags packed, doors slammed? How many passionate reunions?
Reginald: I'm assuming these are rhetorical questions.
Alan: That's how Monica and I have always been and always will be.
Reginald: Yeah, I know that.
Alan: So why were you packing my clothes?
Reginald: Look, I'm just doing what I can, trying to appease Monica.
Alan: You're the butler. I'll appease Monica. You buttle.
Monica: Alan is not available at the moment, but he should be down shortly. He's upstairs packing because he is leaving.
Rae: Good morning, Monica.
Monica: And you're just in time to scavenge the remains of my marriage like you're doing with my breakfast.
Rae: Actually, I have a plane to catch.
Monica: Oh. Well, shouldn't you be at the airport?
Rae: I just wanted to stop in, say goodbye.
Rae: So, tell me -- you're really finished with Alan this time?
Monica: Boy, are you perceptive.
Rae: You know, Monica, I think there's one thing you need to get real clear on.
Rae: There are hundreds if not thousands of women outside of this house who know a kind, decent man when they see one, countless women who have spent years taking care of mean-spirited jerks, women who would dance with absolute joy in the streets to meet a man with a generous heart and a good mind -- not to mention, of course, a roof over his head and a good job -- his -- his personal fortune aside, of course.
Monica: Do all therapists talk this much?
Rae: Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, I am one of those women. And even if I'm not, thanks, really. Because the minute you throw him out of this house, you have beefed up the odds for the multitudes. Now, Monica, if I were you, I would really think about that. So, enjoy your breakfast and the rest of your life -- probably alone.
Alan: Rae. What a nice surprise.
Monica: You're welcome to the leftovers.
Alan: I'm sorry about that.
Rae: No. Believe me, my -- my timing really is terrible.
Alan: No, I'm not so sure about that.
Rae: No, no. I am going back to Llanview. I -- I came to say goodbye, Alan. I -- I really didn't mean to make things worse for you.
Alan: You didn't do that. We had problems before you got here and we're certainly going to have them after you leave.
Rae: I -- I wish that I could help you.
Alan: So do I.
Rae: Maybe I have -- when I leave. Hey -- if you need to talk to someone, an old friend from way back, pick up a phone, will you? Call me in Llanview anytime.
Alan: I'd like that. I love to hear the sound of your voice.
Rae: Well, it's time to say goodbye again.
Alan: For now.
Skye: You know what I like best about us?
Jax: Tell me.
Skye: Serenity. That's a big word for a drunk, you know, but -- but I do. I find serenity just -- just being with you.
Jax: Well, I'm glad to hear that.
Skye: It's like I -- I feel the sun on my face for the first time, you know. Spring, the smell of it, and like everything's starting over, like the sap in the trees. Oh, my God.
Skye: "Sap"? Maple syrup? Sugar? Everything's way too sweet, Jax. I mean it. It's like I'm being invaded by pod people, and they -- they do. Find people like us every spring, and they invade us, and they turn our insides into sap!
Skye: I mean it! Oh -- huh. Well, speaking of sap --
Jax: Skye, leave it alone, okay?
Skye: No, I swear, I'm not going to -- I'm not going to do anything bad. Ooh, hello.
Courtney: What do you want?
Skye: Well, gorgeous day, isn't it?
Skye: Thinking of college?
Skye: Have you decided on a major?
Skye: Well, I just thinking -- I don't know -- if I had to do it over again, maybe I'd major in clinical psych, try to figure out why people do the things they do, dig into their motives.
Skye: Like A.J., for instance.
Courtney: You know what? Don't -- don't even try to say anything against my husband.
Skye: Courtney, I do not want to say one bad word about my brother. I happen to love my brother very much.
Courtney: Yeah? Well, you have a really weird way of showing it.
Skye: Well, telling the truth is weird in lots of families, not just the Quartermaines. Maybe yours, for instance.
Courtney: You don't know anything about my family or me, okay? And you wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you on the backside. You lied to me about why A.J. married me, okay? You barged in uninvited and tried to break us up on our wedding day. In my book, that makes you a total witch. A.J. says that you're just neurotic, but --
Skye: Oh, "A.J. says," so it must be true.
Courtney: Yeah, that's right.
Skye: A.J.'s word is gospel?
Courtney: Yeah, every last word -- especially all the bad things that he says about you.
Skye: So, Courtney, tell me, what classes will you be taking this fall? How to find the nose on your face? How to tell when you're being played for a complete idiot?
Courtney: Come on.
Jax: That went well.
Skye: I -- she asked for it, okay?
Jax: I'd have to agree -- she did.
Skye: Really? You do?
Jax: Yeah, and just for your information, I think that your identity is perfectly intact.
Jax: This is Jax.
Jax: No, that's okay. I'll do it. No, no. I'll take care of it.
Skye: Jax, what is it? What happened?
Edward: So what do you know that I don't, huh?
A.J.: Words I thought I'd never hear.
Edward: What? What have you done? What are your plans? How can you be so sure that you're going to get little Michael back, huh?
A.J.: What can I say?
Edward: How'd you find the courage to put down Sonny's attorney?
A.J.: Let's just say chip off the old block, apple doesn't fall far from the tree, it runs in the family -- you get the idea.
Edward: Oh. Ah.
Kristina: Thank you.
Ned: Mm-hmm. There you go.
Alexis: Thanks. Thank you.
Kristina: You want some toast?
Alexis: No. No, thank you. I'm not hungry.
Kristina: Orange marmalade.
Alexis: Oh, you're really going all out, aren't you?
Ned: Orange marmalade coming up.
Kristina: No, no, no, no, no, no. Sit, sit, sit. Even I know how to work a push-button pop-up toaster.
Alexis: That's the difference between you and me.
Ned: So --
Alexis: Oh, yeah. I'm late. I am. I've got to go. I'm Ė
Michael: You see?
Courtney: Well, hi.
Courtney: You can play with her. She won't bite. Her name's Rosie.
Michael: Hi, Rosie.
Courtney: I'm Courtney. What's your name?
Michael: Michael. Michael Corinthos.
Bobbie: Something happens in a mother's heart when she loses a child. Even before you know the facts, before you accept them, it's like this big hole opens up. And it's deep, and it's huge, and it can never be filled.
Sonny: That isn't always the case.
Bobbie: When B.J. died, I knew she was gone even before they told me. And when Lucas got so sick, I felt him slipping away. Carly is not gone. If Carly were dead, I would be able to face that. Carly is alive. My heart is telling me she's alive.
Sonny: I want to believe you.
Bobbie: Then believe me because I'm her mother --
[Knock on door]
Bobbie: And I would know.
Jax: I just got a call from one of my divers.
Jax: And they believe that they found Carly's body.
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Sarah: I had to see you.
Nikolas: I told Lucky everything.
Gia: Are you crazy?
Courtney: You having a birthday party for Sonny?
Michael: When my mom gets back.
Jax: My divers believe that they've found Carly. Everything matches up.