General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 7/28/04
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Brook Lynn (singing): Something's changed in the way you're not looking at me
Dillon: Grandfather? Are you -- you ok?
Brook Lynn: You're not calling
Edward: She's wonderful, isn't she?
Brook Lynn: If I bring it up you say it's my imagination
Dillon: I think so.
Brook Lynn: All I know is what I feel
Edward: Sometimes on summer mornings, Lila would sing in the garden when she thought nobody would hear. I would hear.
Brook Lynn: I will cry a few tears then move on
Edward: Your grandmother had a beautiful voice, as well.
Brook Lynn: I can't cry any more than I've done feeling you're not feeling it when you're gone --
Dillon: I don't get it. I don't get it. You blew everybody away at the memorial, and now without even trying grandfather's in there and -- and he's moved to tears because of you. How -- how can you not see that your voice is a gift, Brook Lynn? It's a gift, and it's a waste for you not to use it.
Brook Lynn: Dillon, I do want to use it, more than ever.
Nikolas: Maybe I should just give up. The harder I try to remember, the more frustrated I get. And I don't want to waste any more time trying to -- trying to capture something that's already in the past.
Nikolas: I just want to escape all this.
Lorenzo: It's funny you should mention that. Escape would be a timely thing.
Carly: What are you doing, Sam?
Sam: I was restless, Carly.
Carly: You are supposed to be having a pregnancy crisis. Anyone could've just walked in here, especially our not-so-esteemed D.A. You need to be more careful. I don't understand, Sam -- what is your problem? Jason and Sonny are moving heaven and earth to try and fix things for you. Not only are they fighting the extradition, they intend on having it cleared. You should be jumping for joy instead of moping around like someone just shot your puppy.
Sam: You don't understand, Carly.
Carly: That's what I just said.
Sam: If this case comes under scrutiny, I am finished, ok?
Carly: Excuse me, was that just a confession?
Sam: No --
Carly: Did you say that you just burned your mother's house down and killed her?
Sam: It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, because you know what, Iím going to prison either way.
Ric: You're not going anywhere.
Heather: Oh. Edward. You just shaved 10 years off my life.
Edward: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you.
Heather: No, I'm glad you're here. I'm due for a break. Care to join me?
Edward: For a minute. Air feels good, doesn't it?
Edward: Had a very strange morning.
Heather: Tell me.
Edward: It's as if Iím getting, I don't know, signs -- a whiff of Lilaís perfume from out of nowhere, our great-granddaughter's magnificent voice, very much like her own, and you working in the garden wearing that silly bonnet.
Heather: I think I know what's going on.
Edward: You do, huh? Well, tell me, please.
Heather: You're realizing that all the things Lila left -- the people, the places -- that they're actually some sort of living testimony to her presence here on earth, whether it's Brook Lynnís voice or Emilyís virtue or every leaf and petal in this garden. Even your eyes.
Heather: You don't fool me, Edward Quartermaine. You may come off all gruff and distant, but deep down inside I sense a softness, a vulnerability. Probably a testament to Lila, as well.
Edward: I get the feeling Lila sent you, even guided you to her hat.
Heather: Is this Lilaís? I didn't know. I just found it in the toolshed.
Tracy: Who else would that hat belong to? Save the wide-eyed, innocent look. I heard somebody going through her closet just this morning.
Edward: That's a ridiculous accusation.
Tracy: Ridiculous maybe, but true nonetheless. What are you doing here, anyway?
Edward: I'm getting some fresh air, if it's all the same to you. Is it all right? I mean, do you mind?
Tracy: How about sitting on the terrace? How about taking a walk? How about hanging your head out of a window? Be anyplace except where this gold digger is.
Heather: What are you so upset about, Tracy? There's nothing inappropriate going on here. Edward and I were just talking --
Tracy: What, you were whispering sweet nothings, pledging undying love? Perhaps trying to figure out where to build a love nest? I've got it -- how about right here in my dead mother's garden?
Georgie and Singer: Tell me who do you think you are? This time you've gone way too far and now it's time to pay
Singer: Today, today
Georgie and Singer: Get out of my head just wait, take one step --
Sage: Let me guess -- you were trying to regain Dillonís attention through his love of music. Too bad those honking sounds coming out of your mouth have no resemblance to it at all.
Brook Lynn: I've been in denial.
Dillon: Ok. All right. Well, I mean, it's ok as long as you recognize it and snap out of it.
Brook Lynn: Yeah.
Dillon: What did it for you?
Brook Lynn: Singing at Lilaís memorial. I looked out, Dillon, and I realized I was touching people, and it was like -- I don't even know how to describe it.
Brook Lynn: Yeah, that works. I realized that, you know, not singing just to spite my mom -- that was ridiculous. I don't know, I was so dumb just to throw it all away, you know?
Dillon: Yeah. Well, I'm glad to hear you say that.
Brook Lynn: Yeah.
Dillon: But a little sudden, isn't it? I mean, practically overnight.
Brook Lynn: Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize there was a timetable on realizing a mistake.
Dillon: No, I'm just -- hey. You're right, maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Brook Lynn: My mom says that.
Dillon: So did my grandmother.
Brook Lynn: So, I mean, what is that, anyways? A gift horse? Have you ever seen one?
Dillon: I don't think we're supposed to analyze it, really.
Brook Lynn: Right.
Dillon: What is this? Do you mind if I look?
Brook Lynn: Go for it.
Dillon: Ok. "A place to call my own, a place to call home, a place --" a place what?
Brook Lynn: Well, that --
Dillon: What's the rest?
Brook Lynn: Ok, the actual place isn't being very cooperative.
Dillon: That's because you're in the wrong one. Come here. Come here, I want to take you somewhere.
Brook Lynn: Hold on.
Dillon: Come on.
Lorenzo: Take Faith out of the country -- the Caribbean, to be exact. My yacht is anchored at the pier. Mary can go along and Faith will ride below decks in case someone comes onboard unexpectedly.
Mary: Well, who's she running from, the police?
Lorenzo: Faith got herself in a little trouble with the Corinthos organization. They might be looking for her.
Faith: "Might be"? Sonny and his no-necks are trying to kill me. So I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a decision would be really nice.
Mary: Wait, I don't like the sound of this. I don't want you to be in danger.
Nikolas: I'll make that decision, thank you.
Lorenzo: I'm surprised you'd object.
Nikolas: Why is that?
Lorenzo: Mary gave me the impression the two of you wanted to get as far away from Emily as possible.
Nikolas: What the hell is this? What, are you conspiring behind my back?
Ric: I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure that you remain in the hospital and out of prison.
Sam: You couldn't wait to ship me off to South Carolina. What changed your mind?
Carly: That's a good question.
Ric: Well, I think the reason would be fairly evident. Your pregnancy is at risk.
Carly: Yeah, and since when has a pregnancy ever mattered to you?
Ric: I am trying to have a conversation with Ms. McCall. Is there any reason you need to be here?
Sam: Yeah, I want her here, Ric.
Carly: And that's good because you may need a witness.
Ric: Look, I'm prepared to use a few legal maneuvers that I have. Why? Because I happen to think that this child deserves a better start in life. Being born in prison's sort of counterproductive to that. I'll be in touch.
Carly: You're lying, Ric.
Ric: Of course you think so.
Carly: No, Ric, I don't think, I know from painful experience that Sam and her baby are just another one of your pawns in the endless struggle to ruin Sonny's life. You'd like nothing better than for Sonny's child to be born in prison, so why are you pretending that you don't?
Ric: You know what, Carly, Iím not pretending anything. I do think that my brother needs to pay for all of the despicable things that he's done in his life. I've made no secret of that.
Carly: Hmm, here we go -- buttons pushed, venom ready.
Ric: You brought it up. Your beloved husband happens to be a career criminal, if you haven't noticed that. Sonny breaks the law like it's something he does every day, like he gets up, like he has breakfast. You know, people suffer, they die, but Sonny, he goes along with his life without even so much as a backward glance. Why shouldn't he be made to answer and, as the D.A., why shouldn't I be able to do my job to make sure that he does?
Carly: Ric, you don't care what Sonny does. You would help him if he'd let you, but he wants nothing to do with his pathetic worm of a brother and it eats you up inside.
Ric: This is all ancient history. I'm invested in the future right now, and that includes that unborn child that Samís about to bring into this world. The child should not have all the cards stacked against it before it even has a chance to make an appearance.
Carly: You're projecting, Ric. This is not about you. This child is Sonny's responsibility. It's for him to obsess and worry about, not you.
Sage: You need more than voice lessons, honey. I mean, from what I can tell, you're pretty much tone-deaf.
Georgie: Well, I guess nobody's perfect, right, because as far as I can tell, your only talent is the way you throw your body around. But whatever works, right, because if everyone is watching too hard to listen, then they won't realize how completely pedestrian and unoriginal your voice really is.
Dillon: Hi. Ok, all right, ladies, let's take neutral corners. What are we fighting about this time?
Brook Lynn: Um, duh.
Sage: Georgie was trying to sing, I guess to impress you with her amazing talent. Prepare to be underwhelmed.
Georgie: And you're a complete and total witch!
Lois: Oh, hey, now! Listen up -- we have to all get along if this is going to work. So sheath the fangs and gather around. I'm assuming this face needs no introduction.
Dillon: That's Simon Niles.
Lois: Who produces?
Brook Lynn: Well, anybody who's anybody would know that, ma.
Lois: Good for you, you made a pun. That's right, Simon produces "Anybody who's anybody," and he's getting ready to branch out.
Dillon: Ok. What does that have to do with us?
Lois: Because the next show is called "Grrr power" -- no L, three R's. It is the international search for the next big girl band, so Iíve taken it upon myself to cut a little demo. Listen up.
Singer: This is how we do it, like
Singers: Oh, yeah
Lois: What do you think?
Singer: Girls in the house say
Singers: Oh, yeah
Dillon: Uh, they're great.
Lois: "They" are one. That one right over there. Brookie cut this demo six months ago in Benson Hurst.
Brook Lynn: All the girls in the house say
Lois: I know you hate it, sweetheart, but I just believe it has enormous commercial appeal. But it needed a little something extra, so I ran it through the harmonizer so it sounded like four girls singing instead of one. Now would be the time to yell at me if you're going to. Otherwise, Iím moving on.
Brook Lynn: Nice mix.
Lois: Thank you.
Sage: If Simon is looking for a band, won't he be expecting four girls?
Lois: Exactly. We have three right here, and all we need is Georgieís sister, Maxie, and we're in the running.
Sage: Sorry to break it to you, but Georgieís hopeless as a singer.
Dillon: Hey --
Lois: Georgie can lip-synch as well as the rest of you.
Dillon: Ok, all right, you know what? Hey, Brook, can you please, you know, tell your mom that this is an insane idea?
Brook Lynn: Actually, I kind of like it.
Heather: I'm sorry. I -- I don't know what came over me.
Tracy: Apologize to me! I'm the one you hit!
Edward: You don't have to. She deserved it.
Tracy: Oh, you fool.
Edward: Why do you feel it's necessary to hurl insane accusations and ridiculous innuendo when you haven't got the slightest clue as to what might be going on?
Tracy: What I have is a really good pair of eyes, and they work. And instead of defending this harpy, you should be kicking her off the property for attacking me!
Edward: It's not going to happen. What is your reason for being here?
Tracy: Well, if you can tear yourself away, the rest of the family is meeting in the den for the reading of my dead mother's will.
Edward: It is that time already. If you'll excuse me, I've got to go.
Heather: I understand.
Tracy: My father might see you through rose-colored glasses. I donít.
Heather: I have no idea what you mean.
Tracy: Sure, you do. You're a pathetic guttersnipe from the wrong side of the tracks, aching for everything you've never had -- the money, the mansion, the jewels, the country club membership, the respect. Oh, you managed to sleep your way all the way to Yale Street, but that's as far as you got when you married a Webber. Now there's my daddy -- filthy rich, newly widowed, lonely, grieving, vulnerable to the likes of you. You plan to take him for everything he's got.
Heather: What if you're exactly right?
Mary: No, there's no big conspiracy. Lorenzo and I know how frustrated you've been and we just thought it would be a good idea if you and I got away for a while, that's all.
Faith: Do we really have to stand here and listen to these two lumber through their domestic woes? You promised me safe passage out of Port Charles, and I won't need it if Sonny has all the time in the world to find me.
Lorenzo: I usually make it a practice to disagree with Faith, but she makes a valid point. Time is a factor.
Nikolas: When I said "escape," I didn't mean run away.
Faith: You're not running away, I am.
Lorenzo: Obviously, you need time to consider. Just call me when you've reached your decision.
Mary: So, what do you think?
Nikolas: I don't -- I don't know. I have been thinking that, yeah, maybe I should put distance between me and Emily. I don't know, maybe this is the answer.
Emily: Answer to what?
Mary: Who let you in?
Emily: Lorenzo Alcazar and Faith Rosco were on the way out.
Mary: Well, you should've followed them. Why can't you just leave Nikolas alone? He doesn't want to see you. Your clinginess is only aggravating the situation.
Emily: And what situation would that be, Mary? The one that you started when you stole my fiancťe and then hand-fed him a lie in place of his real life?
Mary: That's behind us. Nikolas and I are moving on from where we are right now, and whether you like it or not, he has feelings for me.
Nikolas: All right, that's enough. I'm not -- Iím not going to allow the two of you to debate over me like Iím not standing right here in the room. Why are you here, Emily? I thought I made it clear that Iím not stopping my life to chase after memories.
Emily: And I thought I made it clear Iím never giving up on you.
Mary: Well, you might not have a choice. We're going away, Nikolas and I. Maybe for a long time, right?
Emily: This wouldn't have anything to do with Alcazar?
Nikolas: Look, I'm not going to get into any of that with you, ok?
Emily: So then it's true? What, you're -- you're taking Mary away?
Emily: Then enjoy your trip. But for the record, I'll wait for the rest of my life if it comes to that.
Ric: You continually surprise me, Carly.
Carly: Yeah, well, you are predictable as hell, Ric.
Ric: How could you, beyond anybody else, refuse to believe that somebody is capable of change, huh, when you yourself are willing to tell anybody who will listen that you did, right? Sonny recently found forgiveness in his heart. The great oracle Jason, who tells the truth and nothing but, has recently been lying like crazy. But me -- right? -- Me, I'm the only one who's not allowed to change.
Carly: What do you think, Alexis? Has Ric changed?
Ric: Well, I think I deserve an answer to that.
Alexis: I don't have one.
Ric: Yeah, right, that's a cop-out.
Alexis: What do you want from me, Ric?
Ric: Well, not forgiveness, that's for sure. I mean, what I did to Carly was reprehensible.
Alexis: What you did to Carly was psychotic. Locking a pregnant woman in a room and trying to take her child is psychotic.
Ric: Ok, right, yes, maybe you are right. It was psychotic. I was clearly out of my mind for a little bit. I am not a kidnapper. I am not a murderer. I am a lawyer, for God's sakes. I am a rational, logical, thinking human being. I clearly didn't think Carlyís kidnapping out on any level except for one very, very primal level, and that is grief over losing my child with my wife. There is no way that I could've killed Carly. You have to believe that much.
Alexis: I couldn't presume to say. I do, however, know all too well what it's like to overstep one's own boundaries out of fear and desperation. Do I eventually think that you can become the person you used to be? I'd certainly like to.
Brook Lynn: So lip-synching -- it's tricky, but it's very possible. How much rehearsal time do we have?
Lois: Well, Simon is coming in from London tomorrow to hold auditions, and he's going to come right here afterward. By the way, he loved the demo.
Brook Lynn: Ok, that's a lot of work. We're going to need -- we're going to need costumes. So, Sage, raid your closet. Dillon, start thinking music video.
Dillon: Excuse me. Question -- when did you go from a musical purist to the leader of a girl band in, like, 3.5 seconds flat?
Brook Lynn: If Iím going to be part of this, I might as well be successful, right? And this contest will do that for us, correct?
Lois: Absolutely! But --
Brook Lynn: I'm sorry; there will be no "buts." As long as Iím part of this, I will be the one in control and you will take orders from me.
Lois: I object.
Brook Lynn: You've heard my terms. But you can handle, you know, all the mechanics, the scheduling if it comes to that. But until that, creatively, this is my baby.
Lois: You know how difficult it is for me to give up control.
Brook Lynn: Hmm, look at that character building. Wasn't it you that said, "Youíre never too old to learn something"?
Lois: Actually, it was my ma, but we won't quibble. Conditions heard, considered, and accepted.
Lois: Oh. Excuse me.
Brook Lynn: Any questions?
Georgie: More like a potential problem.
Brook Lynn: Let's hear it.
Georgie: It's my sister. I have no idea how Iím going to convince her to do this.
Brook Lynn: Ok, well, maybe --
Lois: I'll tell you how. Fast, that's how. They changed plans and Simonís coming here first. We can expect him in one hour.
Tracy: You're admitting to being a fortune hunter? Where's a tape recorder when you need one?
Heather: Oh, why don't you do the next best thing -- go run to Daddy; blow the whistle on me. Tell him Iím after his money. Tell him whatever you want. He won't believe you.
Tracy: Is that because he's going to take your word over mine, a virtual stranger over his own daughter?
Heather: He doesn't even listen to you half the time. And even when he does, he doesn't believe it. You've lied too much.
Tracy: What makes you such an expert on my father?
Heather: Unlike you, I actually listen to him. I hear his pain; consider his feelings. And you know what? He likes it. He gets lonely up there in that big house, especially now that Lilaís gone. I'm just trying to help.
Tracy: Oh, I got that much -- help yourself to my father. Well, it's not going to happen. I will not allow it!
Heather: Tracy, you sound like a jealous fishwife. He's your father, not your lover, honey. Maybe that's the problem in a nutshell, so to speak.
Tracy: Oh! Oh! Oh!
Lorenzo: The launch captain said you wanted us to come back.
Nikolas: Yes. I'll make sure Faith gets to the Caribbean.
Lorenzo: All right, travel light, be inconspicuous.
Nikolas: I understand.
Lorenzo: Still have the gun I gave you?
Lorenzo: Take it. There's always a margin for error.
Faith: We want to avoid that.
Nikolas: You'll get my best.
Lorenzo: I'll see you at midnight.
Nikolas: All right, I'll be there with Mary.
Alan: What in heaven's name possessed you to invite Heather Webber to the reading of mother's will?
Edward: I couldn't very well leave her out in the garden while we were all in the room here.
Monica: I mean, she is the new gardener.
Edward: I thought it was rude, especially since we invited Alice to the reading of the will. And Reginald would've been here, also, if we hadn't put him on a cruise to recover from his grief.
Ned: Naturally, Reginald will be included in the will, and I'm sure Alice will be, too.
Edward: I am not about to ask Heather to leave now, and neither will any one of you, so just drop it.
Ned: All right. I can't imagine this taking very long. I mean, it's pretty routine, right? You'll get community property, and the rest of grandmother's estate will be divided equally among us.
Monica: Excuse me, but when was Lila ever routine?
Edward: I agree with Monica. There's no telling what kind of mischief Lila was up to.
Justus: Excuse me, everybody. I've just heard from Emily. She wants us to go ahead without her. She's been detained.
Edward: Ok, let's go.
Justus: Is everybody here?
Ned: Of course -- my mother.
Edward: Did you leave Tracy out in the garden?
Heather: You could say that.
Tracy: I'm right here.
Monica: What's the matter, Tracy?
Alan: Did you cut yourself shaving?
Emily: Did Jax say who shot him?
Lucky: No, for some reason, he's not talking.
Emily: I think I might know. Nikolas just agreed to take Faith Rosco out of the country for Alcazar.
Lucky: Oh, my God, that makes sense. Faith knows that Sonny intended to kill her, so she goes to Jax. He won't help her, so she shoots him, and then goes to Alcazar.
Emily: See, I don't care about that. I'm worried about Nikolas. He's working for Alcazar again. He's taking on dangerous assignments, and it looks like good old Maryís all for it. God, that woman; she goes on and on about how she wants what's best for Nikolas when all she really cares about is having him for herself, even if it kills him.
Lucky: Emily -- all right, hey, don't worry about Nikolas. I won't let anything happen to him. All right? But this proves even more that he is becoming a stranger.
Emily: I know. Maybe it's my fault. You know, I've been pushing so hard, Lucky.
Lucky: No, don't you dare take this on, all right? It's the amnesia that's the problem.
Ric: So what have you got? Jax reveal the identity of his shooter?
Carly: What are you doing -- oh. You heard about Sam, huh?
Courtney: Yeah. Is she ok?
Carly: Yeah, she's fine.
Carly: Oh. My mistake. You are not here for Sam. I heard that Jax got shot.
Carly: Did you do it?
Courtney: Funny. Ha, ha, ha. Of course not, no, but I brought him here, so --
Carly: What happened?
Courtney: I can't -- I can't say.
Carly: What, you can't say? You can't say to me?
Courtney: Not to you, not to Sonny or Jason -- nobody.
Carly: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, up until this minute, I thought you were just using Jax as a distraction from Jason, but it's more. You're -- you're falling for him, aren't you?
Courtney: Yeah, I think I am.
Lucky: You know Jax. He refuses to answer any questions. He claims that he's waiting for his attorney.
Ric: Damn it. I don't understand why Jax is stonewalling. He's usually very cooperative with the police. Unless you're not telling me everything.
Lucky: I have no reason to protect Jax or whoever shot him.
Ric: Well, Emily is very close with Jason, and Iíve noticed that you're very close with Emily. I just want to make sure there's no conflict of interest here, Lucky.
Lucky: No, none at all.
Ric: Hope not. Keep digging.
Emily: You're putting yourself in the middle, Lucky, your career on the line.
Lucky: No, I'm not in the middle, Emily, my brother is. But I may be the only one to get him out of it.
Georgie: I have checked every place Maxie could possibly be. She's officially M.I.A. I'm sorry, but I think we have to reschedule the audition.
Lois: On what, like, five minutes' notice? Simon's already on his way!
Sage: We could just tell him that one of us is sick.
Brook Lynn: No, tell him that all of us are sick. Say we got food poisoning or something, and then he won't think that we ditched him.
Lois: I suppose I could try to sell it.
Dillon: Ok, on that note, I think we should get the heck out of here.
Brook Lynn: Yeah, come on.
Simon: Lois, darling. It's been a long time.
Lois: Hey, you! Get over here, you little Simonizer! How are you?
Simon: Good. Listen, catching up will have to wait, Iím afraid. I've got a tight schedule. So, where are the girls?
Lois: They -- are in back getting changed. Give us five?
Simon: Five. Not a second more. I've got three bands cooling their heads in Atlantic City.
Lois: Sure, sure. Fine. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. You always do. Five. Oh! Jeez.
Sage: We are so busted!
Brook Lynn: Ok, come on, ma, any good ideas?
Lois: I thought you were the one in charge.
Brook Lynn: Oh, yeah, great. Go throw that in my face now.
Georgie: You guys, shh, we need to focus. We need to figure out how to make a girl out of nowhere.
Lois: Shh, Iím thinking here!
Georgie: No, no, no!
Sage: Whoa, whoa.
Dillon: No. No!
Georgie: Yes. Yes.
Dillon: Absolutely not.
Justus: "Upon retirement, Reginald Jennings and Alice Gunderson will both receive a substantial pension. Reginald gets the keys to the Bentley. And, Alice, there's a diamond brooch you were particularly fond of."
Edward: Well, Tracy. Isn't it nice that you have it on to give to Alice?
Tracy: It's my mother's.
Alice: You give it to me or Iíll fight you for it.
Edward: Alice, Alice. Alice. Tracy, hand it over. It's all right, it's all right.
Alice: Thank you, sir.
Tracy: Can we just get on with this? What did my mother leave to her actual family members?
Justus: Now, now, Tracy. All the community property goes to Edward. Lila set up a challenge. Her personal fortune will go to the family member who exhibits only virtue, not one vice, for a period of 30 days.
Monica: Well, that's absurd!
Justus: It was Lilaís feeling that a month was a long enough period for one of you to prove through action that you're truly worthy of her fortune.
Tracy: That's ridiculous! How's it possibly going to work? Who's in a position to judge?
Alan: Yeah, who's qualified to judge us?
Justus: It's all covered in the will, ok? "You're probably wondering how this is going to work. Who could possibly be in a position to judge? That's not for you to know right now, but I assure you a judge has been put in place. He or she could be in this room with you right now, or it could be someone outside the family ranks. Either way, you will never guess his or her identity. You will be notified in the event of your elimination. With any luck, one of you will prove worthy at the end of the month. Good luck, my darlings."
Tracy: Well, if nobody's going to say it, allow me to be the first. This is ridiculous! Clearly she was senile and we'll contest the will.
Edward: No, we will not. She set up a fine challenge -- for some of you. I think we know who the first person might be to fall by the wayside.
Carly: I cannot believe what I am hearing. You and Jax?
Courtney: Well, Carly, I've been trying to tell you for months that I was trying to move on.
Carly: Yeah, I know, but I just figured that you and Jason were being stubborn and eventually you would get back together.
Courtney: Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Carly: Ok. I just have a question for you. I mean, here you are running around with Jax in some mysterious gunplay. And how is that so very different from what you objected to with Jason?
Courtney: Jax is a normal person, Carly, who got dragged into something bad, ok? This isn't the way that he lives his life. I don't want -- I don't want to fight with you about this, ok? You're my best friend. You're supposed to support the choices I make, even if they aren't the ones that you would've made for me.
Carly: Support? You --
Courtney: Can you try at least? Please?
Carly: Yeah, I -- I will try, but I want you to realize something. If you really commit yourself to Jax, you have just closed the door on anything that happened with you and Jason.
Tracy: That will is a joke.
Justus: You may not like it, Tracy, but it's going to hold up in court.
Ned: So what happens to grandmother's estate when all of us fail the challenge?
Monica: Which is a distinct possibility.
Alan: Try inevitability.
Heather: Excuse me. Can I say something?
Alan, Monica, and Tracy: No!
Edward: Of course you can.
Heather: Well, shouldn't you all be a little more cautious? I mean, if this judge is watching your every move, well, so far, the only traits you've displayed have been greed, jealousy, spite.
Ned: She has a point.
Heather: Lila must have set all this up for a reason. She wasn't a frivolous woman.
Tracy: I will not be lectured to on the virtues and motives of my own mother by a parasitic gardener!
Monica: I'd watch it if I were you, Tracy. That gardener may just be a judge.
Tracy: Do you suppose that it would be possible for our horticultural expert to resume her duties while the rest of us discuss this matter in private?
Heather: No problem. Excuse me.
Alan: I'll tell you what -- none of us has a snowball's chance in hell of winning this, whatever it is.
Ned: Emily's got a lock.
Edward: Will you accept my apology?
Heather: For what?
Edward: Tracy, the family. They're incredibly rude even on their best days.
Heather: Your family doesn't bother me.
Edward: I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to be chased away. Kind of like having you around.
Heather: I'm just glad Iím not part of Lilaís little competition. I'd be eliminated. I mean, isn't honesty part of the criteria?
Edward: Well, what have you been dishonest about?
Heather: My feelings for you. I have them. They go beyond friendship.
Simon: How much longer are we talking here?
Lois: Actually, this is a long shot. You know, maybe I'd better just tell you right now.
Simon: Tell me what?
Lois: We're ready.
Brook Lynn: Come here we'll show you how it's done this is how we do it, like
Singers: Oh, yeah
Brook Lynn: All the girls in the house say
Singers: Oh, yeah
Brook Lynn: Every time we do it, like
Singers: Oh, yeah boys in the house say what?
Brook Lynn: This is how we do it, like
Singers: Oh, yeah
Brook Lynn: All my girls in the house say
Singers: Oh, yeah
Brook Lynn: Every time we do it, like
Singers: Oh, yeah boys in the house say what?
Brook Lynn: Hey, baby do you feel me?
Nikolas: What the hell?
Lucky: Hey, whoa, you don't need that.
Nikolas: How did you --
Lucky: Hey, I heard you had visitors, so I used the tunnels. Looks like no one told you about the tunnels.
Nikolas: What gives you the right to come to my house uninvited?
Lucky: I'm trying to keep you alive. Don't you realize helping Faith Rosco puts you against just about everybody in town?
Nikolas: That's not your concern, lucky.
Lucky: Well, you are my brother.
Nikolas: What? I'm no more your brother than Emilyís my long-lost love. All right? I don't give a damn about either one of you, and I wish you'd both leave me the hell alone.
Emily: You don't mean that.
Sam: Yeah, you have to hurry. Ric managed to buy my some time. I know. Little Lilaís fine. She's kicking up a storm, though. I think she misses you because she -- I don't know, I read in some baby books that babies recognize voices they hear all the time. Yes, I will be sure to tell Lila that Jason misses her, too.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Ric: Ah. Just the lady I was looking for.
Courtney: What do you want, Ric?
Ric: I want you to tell me who shot Jax.
>> On the next "General Hospital" --
Nikolas: I want you and Emily to stay out of my life.
Tracy: What a pretty picture. You are falling for the oldest trick in the book!
Ric: Unless Courtney tells me everything she knows, Sam and that baby that she's carrying are going straight to prison.
Courtney: You're going to have to find another way to help Sam.
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