GH Transcript Wednesday 6/30/04

General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 6/30/04

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Dillon: You're trying to outsmart her, and she resents that. I know this because I have a mother does the exact same thing. Believe me, do you know how cool it would be to have somebody like you behind them? It's just -- you know what it is? It's a matter of being honest with her. And by the way, Brook Lynn loves you, no matter how much she tries to deny it. Just stop making it so hard for her to show it.

Lois: How did somebody your age ever get to be so cool?

Dillon: But, no, I'm very anti-cool, thank you very much.

Lois: Uh-uh, no, no, not as far as I'm concerned.

Georgie: No disrespect or anything, Mrs. Cerullo, but Dillonís my boyfriend and you can't have him.

Ric: You'll spend a night in this cell until sentencing tomorrow. Then you'll be moved to Pentonville where you'll serve out the rest of your sentence. Skye, do you understand what I'm telling you?

Skye: Yes. I'm being put away for a crime I didn't commit.

Ric: I presented the case, and the jury found you guilty.

Skye: I'm innocent. And if you don't reopen this case and find out who framed me, someone else is going to get hurt.

Announcer: Prominent businesswoman Skye Chandler Quartermaine was found guilty today in the murder of PCPD Detective Ross Duncan. Sentencing is expected to take place tomorrow morning. Experts are suggesting Ms. Quartermaine could get life in prison. Ms. Quartermaine's attorney, Alexis Davis, insisted there would be an appeal, though D.A. Ric Lansing assured that there were no grounds to set aside the verdict.

Carly: Hey. What?

Sonny: Is that new?

Carly: No. I've had it for a while; just haven't worn it for some time.

Sonny: Looks good.

Carly: Thanks. I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours. I have a booking meeting over at The Cellar, so I'll see you in a little bit.

Sonny: Wait, wait, wait. Why don't you stay?

Jason: Who paid you? Who wanted you to kill Sonny and me?

Nico: I -- I wanted to --

Jason: Who flew you down here? Who gave you the information and the money? Someone sent you after me!

Nico: I just wanted Sam. I'm not the only one looking for her.

Jason: What does he mean, he's not the only one looking for you, Sam? Who else could be after you?

Sam: I don't know what he meant.

Jason: Yes, you do. Sam, I need to know who's after you and why.

Lynn: You were really great, dad. You should have stuck with that whole Eddie Maine thing.

Ned: Well, I could say the same for you. But that would mean that I'm pressuring you, which I don't want to do.

Lynn: Oh, let's face it, all right? Ma, she's already getting to you. "You're going to see Brook, this musical prodigy. Resistance is futile."

Ned: No, you are very talented. And more than that, I can tell that you really love music, just like me. I'm proud of you.

Lynn: Dad --

Ned: I know we didn't really get to spend enough time together as you were growing up, and there's no way I can possibly get those years back, but I'd really like to try to make up now by spending time like this with you, enjoying each other and singing together.

Lynn: Well, if you get Mom to back off, I'd be stoked.

Ned: Well, I'm doing the best I can. But she is your mother, and she's not going to go away. So you two have to learn how to live with each other.

Lynn: Oh, joy.

Ned: Hey, Brook? When or if you decide to pursue music -- or be a doctor or a lawyer --

Lynn: How about a taste-tester? Better yet, a Vegas showgirl?

Ned: Oh, please, no, no, no. Don't do Vegas.

Lynn: Come on.

Ned: Whatever you want to do, I'll still love you. And I'll try to do whatever I can to make it happen for you.

Lynn: Well, thanks, but every time I've got something good going for me, ma -- she's got to come and she's just got to ruin it.

Lois: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I really am.

Dillon: What are you doing?

Georgie: I'm sorry. She was just holding your hand; staring in your eyes. She said you were cool and --

Dillon: Yeah, she was complimenting me.

Georgie: Ok, yeah, it just came out, all right?

Lois: Dillon is my brother-in-law, not to mention that he's about the same age as my daughter. I am so sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

Georgie: No, I don't even know what I was thinking. Sorry.

Lois: Thank you for the great advice, kiddo. I think it's pretty safe to say you rock.

Dillon: Back at you.

Georgie: Hey, I'm going to quietly die of humiliation now.

Dillon: You -- it's ok. Look, I'll be right back. I'm just going to make sure that we're cool, ok?

Sage: So you've heard me sing once, and you think you're ready to guide my career?

Trent: Yeah. Well, look, I'm offering some very valuable advice. Ok, I mean, you need your own style. You don't have to rip off someone else or copy a look. I mean, you're original. You have to show that.

Sage: And you think you're the one to guide me?

Trent: I write better, way better than I sing.

Sage: Well, yeah. It's not bad.

Trent: It can be great with the right voice behind it. Look, I'm the writer-producer. You're a star waiting to happen. Why not help each other out?

Carly: I've got to go to The Cellar.

Sonny: It's too dangerous. This guy Nico's still out there and whoever hired him.

Carly: So what am I supposed to do, Sonny? Put my life on hold because of Samís crazy ex? I'm sorry. I've lost too much already. Max can go with me.

Sonny: Carly, Carly, Carly, look, listen, this is serious, ok? It's too dangerous.

[Phone rings]

Carly: Janelle. Hi. Yeah, I was on my way down, ok? I was just -- oh, wait, hey --

Sonny: Ow, ow, ow --

Carly: Sonny, Sonny --

Sonny: Hello, hi, Janelle.

Carly: Give me the phone back, Sonny.

Sonny: Hi. How are you?

Carly: Sonny, give me the phone.

Sonny: Sonny Corinthos here. I'm Carlyís husband, yeah. She's not going to be able to make it to -- ahem -- to lunch today, but she'll be happy to reschedule for tomorrow. You can meet her at Harbor View Towers. Yes. Thank you. Bye. There you go.

Carly: You owe me lunch. If you're going to keep me here like a prisoner, then at least you can feed me.

Sonny: You got any requests?

Carly: Hmm -- something I like would be nice.

Sonny: I'll make you something hot and healthy. And don't get any ideas, ok, because Max knows that you want to leave, and I'll be watching you, too.

Sam: Nico was dying. The last way he had to hurt me was to say something to make you doubt me, Jason.

Jason: Sam, you don't have to lie, ok? No matter what it is, you just need to tell me the truth.

Sam: Nico is dead. This is over. I'm just really --

Jason: Sam, you're scared. I can see it.

[Knock on door]

Guard: Someone reported a shot fired. Are you ok, Mr. Morgan?

Jason: I need this taken care of.

Sam: Do we have to be here for this?

Jason: No. I'm going to take you back to Port Charles.

Sam: Yeah, anywhere but here.

Jason: Sam, don't be afraid to tell me. Sonny and I are going to take care of you no matter what.

Sam: There's nothing. Jason, I just want to go. That's all.

Heather: Bobbie Spencer.

Bobbie: Heather Webber. Mike Corbin told me you were renting a room.

Heather: Yeah, I used to live upstairs at Kellyís, so I thought it would be just like coming back home.

Bobbie: So where have you been?

Heather: Oh, all over the place, San Francisco most recently, but I missed the east coast. I missed Port Charles.

Bobbie: So you're back here permanently?

Heather: I hope so. Hey, I ran into Lesley. Your niece, Lulu, is a doll.

Bobbie: Yeah, she is. You know, a lot's changed here since you left.

Heather: I was so sorry to hear about Laura. It must be very difficult for Luke. You know, I always liked your brother, despite his feud with Scott. I hear I missed Scott. He left town a little while ago?

Bobbie: Yeah, under questionable circumstances. Guess some things never change.

Heather: Well, maybe we can catch up over a piece of pie?

Bobbie: Oh, sorry, canít. I -- Lesley has an appointment, and I told her I'd watch Lulu, so -- you know what? I live, like, a block away from here on Elm Street, so if you want to come by later, we could chat while Lulu plays.

Heather: Perfect.

Bobbie: Well, I'll see you later then. Hey. Hi. Thank you.

Dillon: Sure. Hi.

Georgie: Does Lois hate me now?

Dillon: No. No, she's cool.

Georgie: You know, I've been thinking about what Brook Lynn said about her mom becoming friends with her friends. Do you think Lois could be using you?

Dillon: Georgie, Lois is my boss now.

Georgie: Yeah, I know, but she's just been really hard on Brook lately.

Dillon: Well, yeah. That's because she's a mom. I mean, even your mom, you know, she drives you crazy, and then everyone else in the world thinks she's awesome. I'm sure there are even people in the world that think my mom is awesome -- oh, my God, that's a scary thought.

Georgie: I'm just really sorry I embarrassed you today.

Dillon: Yeah, it's ok. No, it lasted for, like, a second. Besides that, you are really cute when you're embarrassed, and when you're jealous. Just try to remember it's business, and, you know, I'm trying to get on Lois' good side so that if I ever get a chance to direct again, she's not going to stand in my way, ok? And I am going to get some fries.

Sage: Lois said she liked my singing.

Trent: Did she offer to sign you?

Sage: She didn't have a chance. Her daughter threw a huge tantrum. And people say I'm spoiled.

Trent: Are you?

Sage: I've got money, if that's what you're asking.

Trent: Did I ask?

Sage: Well, I've got credit cards, a car of my own, cash allowance, and a trust fund. My uncle is really generous in that way.

Trent: Hmm.

Sage: Maybe you've heard of him -- Lorenzo Alcazar?

Trent: Yeah, yeah, I know the name.

Sage: He's a wonderful man -- who'd kill anyone who would try to hurt me or use me in any way.

Trent: Well, that's good to know.

Sage: So maybe you should take your song and your offer to someone else.

Trent: Well, you know, I don't scare that easily, especially since I don't plan to hurt or use you. Look, I just want to work with you -- that is, if you like the song.

Sage: It's about the only thing I like.

Trent: Great, then it's yours. Look, it can be your first demo, hmm?

Sage: To cut a demo, I need a recording studio, and L&B hasn't offered me a contract yet.

Trent: Look, don't worry about it, ok? I'm a producer. I'll line up a place for you to record.

Dillon: I bring treasure.

[Georgie giggles]

Dillon: Hmm?

Georgie: Mmm, mmm!

Sonny: Two mushroom omelets.

Carly: I'm allergic to mushrooms.

Sonny: Yeah, but you don't like them because they're healthy.

Carly: No, honestly, I'm allergic to them. I can't eat them. Don't you remember that time on the island? You made me Chicken Marsala; I broke out in hives all over.

Sonny: Yeah, I remember what we were doing right before we ate them.

Carly: Sonny, what does that have to do with anything?

Sonny: Well, we made love outside, and then you got a rash --

Carly: Because of the mushrooms!

Sonny: We were on the way to the cabana, and you couldn't wait, you know, because -- whatever.

Carly: Ok, because I was trying to distract you. Michael had a father's day surprise for you, and you would have spoiled it.

Sonny: Oh, yeah. You got that rash for all the secrets. It was punishment for the secrets you kept from me.

[Phone rings]

Sonny: Oh. Hello.

Jason: Hey, it's me. We're almost home. Nico's dead.

Sonny: I understand.

Jason: Sam's fine. So is the baby.

Sonny: I'll talk to you when you get here.

Carly: Was it Jason?

Sonny: Yeah. Nico's dead. Jason's fine.

Carly: And Sam?

Sonny: They're both ok.

Carly: Ok, well, then, I can go meet Janelle after all.

Sonny: Carly, Carly, Carly, listen to me, ok? We don't know who else Nico was working with.

Carly: I think that you just want me to stay so you can badger me into eating that omelet that I'm allergic to so you can watch me break out in hives.

Sonny: I just want to prove to you that you're not allergic to mushrooms.

Skye: Why would I want Laura out of the way, Ric? She was in a mental hospital. She couldn't even remember Luke.

Ric: The case is closed, Skye.

Skye: Luke and Laura are still missing. If I'm behind bars, why hasn't he brought her back yet?

Ric: Well, for one thing, Luke helped you cover up the murder, remember? He knows if he returns that I'm going to have to try him for obstruction of justice.

Skye: Luke didn't even write that letter. He could be in danger right now, something might have happened to him, and you don't even care.

Ric: Skye --

Skye: All you care about is winning. Tell me something, Ric -- how do you sleep at night?

Ric: If you show some --

Alexis: Done worse, slept better.

Ric: Oh, good. Look, can you explain to your client if she shows some level of remorse at the penalty hearing she's likely to get off with a lighter sentence?

Alexis: She won't be in prison long enough for that to matter. I've already started an appeal.

Ric: What is it with you? Can't you accept the fact that you've already lost?

Alexis: What I can't accept is that my client is in prison for something she didn't do.

Ric: All right, all right, fine, fine. You want to pursue something that's already been decided; that's your prerogative.

Alexis: Skye, I'm sorry. I couldn't get the transfer for tomorrow. I will get you released as quickly as I can.

Skye: Tell me something, Alexis -- what's the wait time for an appeal for a convicted killer? Two years? Five?

Alexis: Don't think like that. You are innocent, and I'm still able to help you.

Skye: You know what? If you want to help me, would you please call my family? I'd like to say goodbye.

Lynn: Did you lose something?

Ned: Well, I'm actually looking for a song that I wrote but never recorded. Oh, here it is. I actually liked this song.

Lynn: Why didn't you use it?

Ned: Well, I actually performed it a couple of times in concert. And I thought maybe I'd get the guys together, go back on the road as Eddie Maine and the Idle Rich. But, you know, it was never the same without Lois. Eddie was, like, 50% Lois and 50% me. Here, take a look.

Lynn: No. Dad, I don't know --

Ned: I -- not to record; just to sing. Hum it in the shower if you like. Just take a look.

Lynn: Hmm. That's nice.


Ned: Steel on velvet silk on stone sun-worn leather set against chrome

Both: You're a contrast of what I've become no one has touched me like you

Ned: Like you

Both: You in my arms breathless and sure a barefoot ballet on a bare hardwood floor so much in sync it seems that we've barely moved

Ned: No one has touched me like you like you

Lois: Please don't stop.

Lynn: You spying on me now?

Lois: No, honey. I was just listening. I know if I said anything you'd clam up.

Lynn: Well, come on. Dad -- he wants me to sing for the music, ok? He doesn't want me to be a star.

Ned: Ok, ok, how -- whoa, how many times am I going to have to stop this very same conversation?

Lois: She's the one with the problem, Ned.

Lynn: Dad --

Ned: You know what? This is going to hurt you both a hell of a lot more than it hurts me.

Lois: Ned?

Lynn: Where are you going? Dad!

Lois: Ned, open the door, Ned!

Lynn: Dad, this isn't funny! It's locked, huh? He left us here.

Skye: So, what do you think? Good look, huh?

Alan: You'd look beautiful in anything.

Edward: Please don't get discouraged.

Skye: Gee, why would I do that?

Edward: I'm serious. We're going to get you out of this.

Skye: Look, that's -- that's not why I called you. I just -- I just wanted to see you. I just wanted to thank you for every kind word that you've ever said to me and I'm sorry if I've disappointed you or embarrassed you, because you've always treated me like a daughter, even though it turned out to be a lie.

Alan: Oh, you are my daughter. You're my daughter as much as Emily.

Edward: I'll tell you something. I don't always agree with him about much. I mean, he's a pushover, with questionable judgment, but he's right about you. You've proven yourself a Quartermaine. That's why I called a family meeting this morning.

Skye: About me?

Alan: Mm-hmm. We're all behind you. Emily's determined to prove that you were framed. Ned, Dillon, Monica -- they all want to help. They're actually coming over to see you later.

Skye: I don't know what to say.

Edward: Now, don't go getting sentimental. I'm certainly not offering to write you back into the will. But if it's any comfort to you, I disowned most of them a lot of years ago, and they're still my family, just like you are.

Alan: What father's trying to say is that we love you, Skye. This family needs you.

Tracy: That's a matter of opinion.

Edward: You know, it's very bad manners to gloat, Tracy, especially when the victory is just temporary, because you're going to look like a bigger fool than usual when Skye is exonerated and I boot you out of E.L.Q.

Alan: Get out of here or I'm going to have a guard throw you out.

Skye: No, let her stay. I have something I'd like to say to Aunt Tracy.

Sonny: I told you you'd be fine.

Carly: These are fake mushrooms. Like that fake crab meat made out of soy or something nasty like that?

Sonny: No, they're mushrooms, which you can eat because you're not allergic.

Carly: Hmm -- I don't know, they do taste a little -- a little bit like --

Sonny: What is it?

[Carly coughs]

Carly: My throat -- throat -- it's just a little itchy.

Sonny: Don't do this, Carly.

Carly: I --

Sonny: What?

Carly: I can't -- I can't -- can't breathe.

Sonny: Come on, I'm going to take you to the hospital. We got to take you to the hospital. Come on.

Carly: Oh, let me have some coffee. That was good. Gotcha.

Sonny: Huh. I knew it for the whole time you did it.

Carly: No, you didnít.

Sonny: Yeah.

Carly: No, you didnít. You were scared there for a minute -- "let me take you to a hospital."

Sonny: Oh, yeah -- you enjoy scaring me?

Carly: Hmm. Think of it as a payback. You scare me all the time. At least I was only faking it.

Sonny: I set you up.

Carly: What? No, you didnít. You were terrified there for a minute. You thought that -- that I was choking.

Sonny: No, because I know --

Carly: Yes, you did. You know what? Then you know nothing.

Sonny: You're not allergic to mushrooms --

Carly: Well, you didn't have any of your mushroom omelet, either, you know?

Jason: I thought you should know we're back.

Sonny: I'm glad you're both safe.

Carly: I'm glad Samís ex-boyfriend's dead.

Sam: So am I.

Sonny: You got any information?

Jason: You know what? I didn't find anything on Nico that would tell us who he was working with, but someone was definitely paying this guy. He dropped this at Molly's bar.

Sonny: Ok, have Stan analyze the note, see if there's a connection maybe with Alcazar or Faith.

Jason: I'll take care of it.

Sonny: Hold on, hold on. Did Nico say anything before he died?

Jason: No.

Trent: Georgie and Dillon, right?

Georgie: Yeah. You're Trent. You went up first in the audition.

Trent: I made an impression, huh?

Dillon: No, no, she's -- she's slapped me before. Brook Lynn slaps everybody. Don't take it personally.

Trent: Yeah, well, you know, I guess she didn't like what I did with her song in the park, and then I blew the audition. Time for a new dream.

Dillon: Uh --

Georgie: It wasn't that bad.

Trent: Well, you know, I'm more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy anyway, which is actually why I came over. You work for L&B, right?

Dillon: Yeah. It's my brother's label.

Trent: Yeah, well, you know, the place seems really cool, and I need a job. I was wondering if you guys were looking for any help. I figure I can, you know, just learn just by being there.

Georgie: Well, you know, it's not in production or anything, but Ned was saying something about having a gofer/janitor.

Dillon: Yeah -- in the movies they call it a P.A. It's a lot of late hours and cleaning up after studio time, if you're ok with that?

Trent: Oh, hey, well, you know, I'm a P.M. kind of guy anyway.

Dillon: Cool. Ok, I'll call Lois.

Trent: Hey, I'm not too sure she's into me.

Dillon: No, no. No, she's cool. She's totally cool. Don't worry about it. Once you get to know her, you'll think the same thing.

Trent: Ok. Well, hey, man, thanks.

Dillon: Yeah. Yeah.

Trent: Anything you can do, man.

Dillon: Ok.

Trent: All right, Georgie.

Georgie: Thanks.

Trent: Take care.

Sage: So?

Trent: Well, I think I can get access to the studio after hours.

Sage: All right, well, get the keys and then you'll impress me.

Trent: Yeah.

Lois: He got the back door, too.

Lynn: Well, there's something I'll give dad -- he's thorough.

Lois: Yeah, and sneaky. I believe I've told you that about the Quartermaines?

Lynn: Sneaky, dishonest, dysfunctional -- yeah, yeah, I got it, ma.

Lois: Well, sweetheart, there are other things, too. I mean, the Quartermaines have some wonderful qualities, and now that you're older, you can hear the bickering.

Lynn: Ma, why can't you just admit it, ok? Admit that you want to prove that you're better than them. You took me away to make me a star and come back years later to shove me in their face.

Lois: I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am nowhere near that diabolical, Brookie.

Lynn: Look, can you please stop calling me that, huh? It's embarrassing enough that you named me after a borough that celebrates fried dough.

Lois: Very funny. Can we have a serious conversation?

Lynn: No, ma, we canít. And you know why? Because in order for us to do that, we'd both have to listen, and you canít.

Lois: I get it that you hate it when I try to relate to you on your level, but believe it or not, I was a teenager once, too, and not so very long ago.

Lynn: Ma, you're supposed to be an adult now, ok, not a teenager, and you keep trying to be one. And you're using me, ok? And it's just -- it's not fair that you keep trying to put everything that you couldn't accomplish on my shoulders.

Lois: Have you ever considered for one second that maybe my greatest goal is that my only child be happy?

Lynn: Ma, have you ever considered how much pressure that puts on me? God, all I want is a normal life.

Lois: Anybody can have a normal life. You're better than that.

Lynn: You know what? The more that you push me to be a star; the more I'm only going to want to work in a diner, and the sooner that you get that, the sooner we can stop going around and around like this.

Lois: I know I am going to regret saying this.

Lynn: Of course you will.

Lois: I think I finally get what our problem is. We're almost exactly alike.

Alan: Don't make this any worse for yourself.

Edward: You do not have to deal with her.

Skye: I can handle Tracy. I've done it before. Just give us a minute.

Alan: You hurt her and you'll be sorry, I promise you.

Tracy: She's going to prison. What can I do?

Edward: Oh, boy.

Skye: Here to savor your victory?

Tracy: You bet I am. And I swore I'd get you out of my family, and now I have.

Skye: You have hated me for so long, Tracy. What wasted energy, because each time you lash out at someone you lose them. I find it so ironic that I don't have a drop of Quartermaine blood in me and yet I have their love. You haven't driven me out of this family. In fact, you've only given them incentive to rally around me. I finally have a family that I can count on. The Quartermaines know I didn't kill anyone, and they're going to help me prove that I didn't do it. But if you were in my position, they wouldn't lift a finger to help you.

Tracy: They are my family.

Skye: Then act like it. The next time you want to do something hateful, do just the opposite. Ask Alan his opinion, take Dillon out to lunch. You don't have to be hateful, Tracy. You just choose to be.

Tracy: Well, psychologist from convicted murderer -- hmm. I guess you'll have plenty of time to discover everything about that subject in prison.

Skye: You know what, Tracy? If I were to spend the next 30 years in prison, I'll have lived a much better life than you.

Bobbie: Hey, everybody, I made fresh lemonade.

Lesley Lu: Oh, great!

Lesley: Oh, boy, I have to leave.

Heather: Oh, Lesley, come on. Stay just for one drink. It's been so long, you know. I'll help!

Lesley: Ok, sure.

Bobbie: Oh, ok, thank you very much.

Heather: Here we go.

Lesley: There is just something about that woman.

Bobbie: That it seems a little too good to be true?

Lesley: Hmm.

Bobbie: Hmm.

Lesley: She did cause a lot of misery but, you know, to be fair, it was years ago.

Bobbie: You know, people can change.

Lesley: It's just why suddenly show up here after all this time?

Bobbie: Hmm.

Lesley: What do you think she wants?

Bobbie: Oh, well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.

Heather: Your Aunt Bobbie was so nice to make the lemonade. She should get the first drink.

Lesley Lu: Ok.

Bobbie: Ooh. Ah! Oh, thank you! Did you pour this for me special? All right. That was heavy. You can do your arm exercises with that one.

Lesley Lu: Grandma needs the next glass, because she has to go.

Heather: Here you go. Give that to your grandma.

Lesley: Thank you, my sweetheart. Good job. Excellent.

Heather: Here you go. I propose a toast -- to old friends and old times.

Lesley: Excellent toast.

Heather: Cheers!

Bobbie: Cheers.

Heather: Drink up.

Lynn: You're right. For the first time, you're right. You know, I have been acting like you. I've been obnoxious; I've been loud; I've been fighting with everyone.

Lois: Fine. You want to run down a list of my qualities that you inherited? Here's a few more. I'll help you out. You're also stubborn, relentless, unpredictable, you like everything to be your way, and you can't stand it when anybody tells you what to do.

Lynn: Try making a sentence with three words -- "pot," "kettle," and "black."

Lois: Really? And you got a smart mouth. Keep proving my point, baby.

Lynn: You know what? You know what this means, right? We'll never be able to be happy because nobody can win.

Lois: That's what you say now. But you know what? You're going to grow up. And as much as you resent me right now, it's how much you're going to be thankful when you're a woman. No way am I going to apologize for giving you my best.

Lynn: Yeah, why should today be any different?

[Door opens]

Ned: Well, you still have your hair. That's a good sign.

Lynn: Traitor.

[Door slams]

Lesley: Well, that was wonderful, but now I really have got to get going.

Heather: Well, Lesley, it was so good to see you again.

Lesley: Yes. You, too. Goodbye, my angel!

Lesley Lu: Bye. The brownies!

Bobbie: Oh, my goodness! I almost forgot! Heather, could you watch Lulu just for a minute?

Heather: Sure. We'll play out here.

Bobbie: Ok. I'll be right back with the snacks.

Heather: Your Aunt Bobbieís so nice. Do you get to spend a lot of time with her?

Lesley Lu: I mostly spend time with grandma, but I miss Mommy. And my brother Lucky says that daddy's really busy.

Heather: Well, I bet you'd like to spend more time with your daddy.

Lesley Lu: He went away again.

Heather: Someone should go find him and bring him back.

Jason: Where's Carly?

Sonny: She's upstairs trying to book a band for The Cellar. How bad did it get with --?

Jason: He got close enough to threaten Sam. It was close, but she's fine. The baby's fine. I just -- you know, I wanted her to get some rest.

Sonny: What'd he say before he died?

Jason: He said that he wasn't the only one after her. So I asked her. She said she had no idea what he was talking about.

Sonny: I don't believe her.

Jason: She's afraid of something, Sonny. She just doesn't trust me enough to tell me what.

Sonny: We need to find out more about Samís past. You need to get somebody to work on it. Keep it quiet because we don't want to scare her any worse.

Lucky: Hey, Skye, you going to be all right till we figure out who set you up?

Skye: I'll handle it, but I just want you to concentrate on finding Luke, ok?

Lucky: You know, I just want you to know, before my dad disappeared, he was happier than he'd been in a long time.

Skye: So was I. That's why I know that Luke -- there's no way -- there's no way he could have written that letter.

Lucky: You know, we just got to -- we just got to figure out who else would think of you as a threat.

Skye: I have no idea. The only thing I know is that their plan is incredibly elaborate and malicious. Lucky, you have to promise me -- promise me you'll be careful, because I am telling you, whoever did this is dangerous. And if they find out that you're coming after them, there's no telling what they'll do to stop you.

Heather: That's a pretty doll. Did your daddy give you that?

Lesley Lu: Uh-huh, for my birthday. Do you know where my daddy is?

Doctor: It's done. Mr. Spencer won't be interfering anymore.

Heather: Well, I haven't seen him for a while, but I could help you try to find him.

Bobbie: Lulu? I cut a brownie for you, and it's on the table, honey.

Lesley Lu: Ok!

Heather: Bobbie, are you all right?

Bobbie: There's been an accident. It's Lesley.

Heather: Cheers.

Carly: Felicia.

Felicia: Oh, hi.

Carly: Hi. Thanks for waiting. Are you still doing P.I. work?

Felicia: I haven't taken a case since I've been back in town.

Carly: Ok. Well, can you recommend someone good for me, then?

Felicia: But my family's doing really fine, and I'd like to take the case if it's local.

Carly: Great, because I need you to get on this right away. I need to find out everything there is to know about Sam McCall.

Man: Got you.

>> On the next "General Hospital" --

Judge: Skye Quartermaine has been found guilty of murder in the first degree. Is the state requesting the death penalty?

Mary: I can't wait to have your baby.

Sonny: What's going on?

Lois: I need something only you can give me.

Jason: What are you burning?

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