General Hospital Transcript Friday 6/24/05
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Proofread by Brian
Skye: Down, boy.
Coleman: That was the general idea. Huh?
Skye: Hey -- next time that hand wanders off course, you can kiss it goodb--
Luke: What the hell is going on here?
Skye: Are you following me?
Luke: No. I don't have to follow you. Alice told me where you were.
Coleman: Oh, yeah? Well, did Alice also tell you that Skye’s with me now?
Maxie: This is becoming a habit with you.
Jesse: What can I say? You're the only friend I have in the world right now.
Sam: I'm glad you're home. I was afraid you weren't going to make it.
Jason: Make what?
Sam: Well, as of now, we're officially running late for Michael’s appointment with Dr. Thomas.
Jason: Yeah. Sam, can you -- can you just take care of it?
Sam: Are you serious? Come on, Jason. Do you really want Michael to get better or not?
Carly: Oh -- my mother's in serious trouble. I need your help. There she is. Hey, I have the solution to all your problems.
Bobbie: I'm sorry. My daughter wasted your time. I've already hired a lawyer. Here she is.
Carly: Ok, you can turn around and go right back out where you came from. There's no way that you're using my mother to further your agenda. And we both know you have one, don't we?
Sonny: Reese? Reese?
Sonny: I wanted to get out in the real world, right? High school didn't really fit the plan, so I left in the 10th grade.
Carly: Catholic school?
Sonny: St. Alphonsus High. What about you?
Carly: Robert F. Kennedy High School.
Carly: I was a cheerleader, if you can believe it.
Sonny: Yeah, I can believe that.
John: Bobbie and I had a big fight directly after I got shot, but not to worry. They say it's not that serious. I had no problem with my legs, in case you're wondering. They wheel me into the O.R. Who do I pull as a scrub nurse? Bobbie. They put me under. I wake up. Suddenly my legs don't work. Coincidence? I think not. Bobbie did this to me, and I'm not going to let her get away with it. I'm going to sue Bobbie and I'm going to sue this hospital for malpractice, gross negligence, and anything else I can throw in there, and at the end of the figurative day, I'm going to have Bobbie’s nursing license hanging on my wall. Interested?
Alexis: What makes you think that I have any desire to help you?
John: You were willing to help when you paid me secret bribes to falsify evidence against Sonny. I don't think the Bar Association would approve should those actions of yours ever come to light.
Alexis: It always comes down to blackmail with you, doesn't it? Well, you see, you gave me the money after I gave it to you, which means there was no crime.
John: Hmm, yeah, but there was intent.
Alexis: On both our parts.
John: I'm willing to take my chances.
Alexis: So am I. And for the record, I wouldn't take your case on a bet.
Ric: John. I just thought I'd let you know that Reese Marshall and I have decided to represent Bobbie Spencer in this bogus lawsuit of yours. Now, I would advise you to reconsid--
Bobbie: What do you think you're doing?
Carly: You took the words right out of my mouth. You can't possibly be serious about hiring this woman to be your lawyer?
Bobbie: It's already done, and I've been a grownup for a long time. I am perfectly capable of hiring my own attorney.
Justus: Why don't we leave the ladies to discuss this amongst themselves?
Reese: Sounds good. I'm going to reply to that lawsuit immediately, Bobbie, all right?
Bobbie: I'll wait to hear from you.
Carly: God, what are you doing? Are you deliberately trying to make me insane?
Bobbie: Oh, for goodness sake, Carly, this isn't about you.
Bobbie: Your father, who happens to be a very powerful man, decided to sue me. I needed a lawyer, and Reese has a very impressive record. She never gave up the entire time she was looking for Michael, and most importantly, she's no fan of John’s.
Carly: Ok, I'm curious. Did you go to her, or did she approach you?
Sam: Jason, I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm swimming upstream in a school of one. What good does it do for me and Emily to keep encouraging Michael to see Dr. Thomas if Sonny can barely tolerate the idea and you cannot be bothered to show up for his appointment to support him?
Jason: Because every time I show up I get into an argument with Dr. Thomas. I'm doing more harm than good. You said it yourself -- Michael has you, he has Emily. Sam, I agree that Michael needs help, but I'm not a fan of the guy who's supposed to be providing it. I don't trust him. And really, I don't see what good he's done for Michael so far.
Sam: "What good"? Are you kidding? He hasn't run away. His nightmares don't come as frequently as often. He is talking about his feelings. And considering a few weeks ago he was in a corner relating to a rubber ball, I would call that progress.
Jason: Ok, ok, all right, fine. Let him continue to see Dr. Thomas. I just don't think I should go.
Sam: You need to decide what's more important --
Jason: What -- you're --
Sam: Your hate for Dr. Thomas or your love for Michael.
Jax: There is my lovely bride.
Courtney: I am so happy to be home. Hi. God, the kids at the foundation must have been mainlining sugar.
Jax: Was it a tough day at the office?
Courtney: Straight out of hell.
Jax: Really? I'll have to make sure that you have a better evening, then.
Courtney: Hmm. Sounds good -- as long as I don't have to wear shoes.
Jax: Shoes are definitely not required.
Jax: And speaking of kids, Dr. Meadows called. She was wondering how we were going with fulfilling our end of the surrogacy agreement. You see, we can't conceive a child if the surrogate mother doesn't have anything to work with, so to speak.
Courtney: It's not like we haven't been trying. How many times last night?
Jax: I lost count.
Courtney: Yeah, right, right, and every time we got too carried away to complete our mission.
Jax: Well, you know, if at first you don't succeed --
Courtney: Well, obviously, I can't participate.
Jax: What do you mean?
Courtney: I -- I don't know. I mean, Jax, when I'm involved, we're husband and wife making love. It --
Jax: So? I don't see the problem with that.
Courtney: Ok, we're supposed to be prospective parents with a purpose.
Jax: What are you suggesting?
Courtney: You're flying solo.
Luke: The question begs to be asked -- what's a world-class babe like you doing in a hole like this with something like that?
Coleman: Figure it out, genius.
Luke: You're working too hard, Don Juan, and your dancing is pathetic. Allow me to show you a few moves.
Coleman: Show him what you got, slick. Let's see it.
Luke: I know what you're doing
Skye: You think so?
Luke: Sure. You're just trying to work him so that he'll make nice-nice with Tracy.
Skye: And why would I do that?
Luke: So that he can rock her world enough that she'll divorce me and I'll come rebounding into your lovely arms. Watch and learn, son.
Skye: Then why would I be dancing with him?
Luke: Because you're so kind and generous. You're just showing him a few good moves.
Skye: Interesting scenario, not to mention patently egotistical. You see, your assumption that I want you more than Coleman is wrong.
Skye: So the whole house of cards comes tumbling down.
Coleman: Ooh. Hey -- watch and learn, son. Yeah, yeah, baby.
Sonny: What are you doing with this?
Reese: The yearbook? That -- that was in the packet that I got when I took on the F.B.I. -- you know, the kidnapping case? There was so much information on you, but there was nothing on Morgan and Michael’s mom, so I guess the bureau must have dug that up.
Sonny: But this isn't Carly’s book.
Reese: Well, research couldn't very well ask Carly for her yearbook, right, so I'm sure they just got one from another student. But what does it matter, anyway? I mean, come on, this is ancient history. What I'm really interested in is what you're doing in my room.
Sonny: I -- I made a delivery.
Reese: What's this?
Sonny: There's only one way to find out. You got to open it and take the thing out.
Reese: A house key?
Sonny: Apartment, actually.
Reese: I'm uncomfortable already.
Sonny: Harbor View Towers, Penthouse Four. Be there in an hour.
Reese: Isn't that your old address?
Sonny: You're a good student.
Reese: Wait, Sonny, what -- what's going on?
Sonny: Just be there and you'll find out.
Bobbie: Who cares whether I approached Reese or she came to me?
Carly: I do.
Bobbie: What matters is she graciously offered to help me fight John's lawsuit and I accepted.
Carly: Just as I thought -- she came to you.
Bobbie: So what?
Carly: Reese is trouble, mama. Find another lawyer.
Bobbie: And who would you suggest? Justus?
Carly: He's brilliant.
Bobbie: He's tainted.
Bobbie: He's defended Sonny more times than I can count.
Carly: Excuse me. Reese is sleeping with Sonny.
Bobbie: Which is exactly why you're making such a fuss about her defending me. This has nothing to do with what's right for my situation. You're making it all about you. It's all about your pride and your jealousy. Honey, you need to work out your issues on somebody else.
Carly: Mama, Reese doesn't care about winning your case. She's out to get me.
Bobbie: Yeah, right. Right, all right. Helping your mother defending herself against a lawsuit that could ruin my entire career is getting at you.
Carly: I know it sounds crazy.
Bobbie: No, honey, it sounds typical. You're acting out over Sonny again, except this time there's a difference. This time you have a new husband, which means you have no right to get your panties in a twist about Sonny's personal life. Reese stays. End of discussion.
Ric: The case is a loser, John. It's going to go over like a lead balloon, so why don't you save yourself the embarrassment and just take what little integrity and dignity you have left and walk away? I mean, if I were your attorney, I would definitely advise that.
John: Clearly, I don't think it is a loser. Bobbie did something to me in that operating room.
Ric: Oh, I see. How you going to prove it, John? All right? Who are you going to get to testify? Huh? Tony Jones, her ex-husband? What, Elizabeth Webber?
Ric: Maybe. Don't kid yourself, John. They're going to get up there and they're going to testify and say what Bobbie is, and that is a saint in scrubs. And you're going to look like you're pulling another temper tantrum, which you have a history of wasting law enforcement's time and money on. John, you have absolutely no grounds to justify this lawsuit. You want to pursue it, Reese and I are going to make you look like a petulant fool.
John: Petulant, maybe --
Alexis: What Durant isn't making up is that he woke up from a surgical procedure without the use of his legs.
Ric: Yes, but there's nothing to indicate that Bobbie Spencer is responsible for that.
Alexis: Well, we need to look at the facts. Durant and Bobbie were in a heated altercation. He was shot and scheduled for what should have been an uncomplicated surgery. Now, she ended up as a scrub nurse. Was she routinely assigned, or did she intentionally put herself in the O.R.? We'll find that out in discovery. But what we do know is that Durant woke up without the use of his legs. So malice aforethought does exist, whether you and Reese like it or not. Now, he can sue the hospital, or he might find cause to sue Bobbie Spencer. He has the right -- unless, of course, you want to talk about a settlement.
Ric: Oh, no. No way.
Ric: This goes to trial.
Alexis: Good. I'll see you in court.
Ric: I guess so.
John: Well, looks like I have myself a lawyer.
Alexis: Don't gloat, because it's really obnoxious. Why do I get the feeling that if it were any other nurse you wouldn't be pursuing this?
John: If it were any other nurse I'd be able to walk.
Alexis: You need to not make this look like a personal vendetta. I'm very curious as to why you are more interested in punishing Bobbie than you are in finding out who it was that really shot you.
Maxie: You must be in some pretty big trouble to keep hiding out in here.
Jesse: Maybe I just like the company.
Maxie: That's a nice line, but somehow I doubt it. So are you going to tell me what awful thing you did?
Jesse: I tried to, but you fell asleep on me last night.
Maxie: Well, what can I say? Major heart trauma can tire out a girl. But I'm wide awake now.
Jesse: They say I shot a man.
Monica: What are you doing here? Dennis -- one of the new interns on rotation that should be in O.R. observing, hmm?
Jesse: Right. I was just --
Monica: I know what you were just. Up. Up, up, up. Finish your residency before you start playing the doctor card on a pretty girl, why don't you? Besides, this one's heart has had quite enough.
Jesse: Yes, doctor.
Monica: Out. Goodbye. Look, I can be protective, but I'm not blind. I saw the second look you gave him.
Maxie: So what's the verdict?
Monica: Well your cardiac output is up and it stayed there, and there's no fluid in your lungs. So if you take your medication precisely as I prescribed, there's no reason that B.J.'s heart shouldn't last you a good long time.
Maxie: Wait. Does this mean you're going to let me out of here?
Skye: Do you mind?
Luke: Yes, I mind. I mind very much. As a matter of fact, I mean, this is a crock. What sane person, given the choice, is going to choose him?
Coleman: You know what? I'm getting just a little bit tired of your insults, pal. Now, you keep it up and I'm going to have to ask you to step outside.
Luke: You know what? That works for me.
Coleman: Let's go.
Luke: All right.
Skye: Oh -- hey, hey, stop this right now! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it! You're both acting like a bunch of schoolboys. Now, you get over there and you stay there. Not that it's any of your business, but I came here today to ask Coleman to be my date to the charity cocktail party tonight at the Quartermaines'.
Luke: Yeah! Right! Like you don't mind people handing him their dirty dishes all night.
Coleman: Yeah, like you could pass for class any better than I could.
Luke: I have and I will again.
Coleman: You care to put your money where your mouth is?
Luke: A wager?
Coleman: Yeah. We'll see who the better gentleman is, winner take all, dude.
Luke: Winner takes Skye.
Jax: Hey! What --
Jax: You're spying.
Courtney: No, I wasn’t.
Jax: What else would you be doing in front of the door, huh? Did you get a good earful?
Courtney: I -- I -- well, you were taking so long. I was just curious. So how'd it go?
Jax: It didn't, ok? It's not working. I mean, no, it's working -- I just --
Courtney: I -- I get it, I -- gotcha.
Jax: No, I don't think you understand, because otherwise, you would have offered your assistance.
Courtney: Oh, really?
Courtney: Well, what exactly do you need?
Jax: A woman's touch. You know, as conceited as some people think I am, I guess I just don't love myself that much.
Courtney: Oh, come on, Jax. We tried that already, and it doesn't work, either.
Jax: Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
Courtney: Aw. Ok. All right, I guess -- I guess it isn't really fair to make you do all the work, is it?
Jax: No, it's not. It's extremely -- you know, it's a lot of pressure.
Courtney: Ok, you're right. Well, you know, we both want to create this baby together, and maybe you're right. It should be a joint effort.
Jax: Yeah. I'm so happy you realize that.
Courtney: Or, wait. Maybe -- maybe you were just hoping to -- to exploit the situation to get more sex out of me.
Jason: What's going on?
Sonny: You and Sam are about to get a new neighbor. I'm going to give this place to Reese.
Girl's voice: "Charlotte, don't forget -- I expect many rides in that hot convertible this summer. Love you. Nancy Anne."
Man's voice: "Char, can't wait for the big blowout. Stay cool. P.S. -- Sorry that I hurled on your prom shoes."
Jax: Oh, I admit that I love you. You are the sexiest woman I've ever known, and I would stoop to any level to get you into bed, but don't forget this is for a good cause, because we're trying to have a baby --
Jax: Ok, so I think that the materials that we need to supply should be obtained in a moment of love and passion, not in an isolated act of desperation.
Jax: Are you convinced?
Courtney: No, not quite.
Jax: Oh, really? Because I have more. Ok, picture this --
Courtney: Oh, God.
Jax: Think of a, you know, a few years down the road, when our little son or daughter comes to you with inquisitive eyes and says, "Mommy, where did I come from?"
Courtney: Oh, boy. You really will sink to any level.
Jax: No, no. No, no, no. I'm just asking, which story do you want to tell, that mommy and daddy had their perfect child in the perfect moment, or that daddy was in a room by himself with magazines and dirty movies?
Courtney: You know, Jax, you talk a good game. You just -- you don't have any follow-through.
Jax: Oh, oh. You got to give me a little incentive, and I'll just take it from there.
Courtney: No --
Courtney: Come here. We should keep this close.
Jax: Don't break the mood, ok?
Dillon: So how you feeling?
Georgie: About the same as I did two minutes ago.
Dillon: Could I be smothering you?
Georgie: Dillon --
Dillon: I'm smothering you, aren't I?
Georgie: Dillon, I love that you care.
Dillon: Yeah, I'm still smothering you. And I'd like to be able to say that I can stop that, but -- you did almost die. And I think that would change my life forever, so -- yeah. I know this is kind of dumb and I can't believe I'm using this as an example, but it's kind of like "Titanic" where, you know, Rose grows up and old and she makes funny little clay pots and she has a family and everything into her 90s, but the entire time she is, you know, in love with Jack. She kinds of spends her life waiting to go home to him, and that's a little bit how I felt, you know? I mean, I'd have gone on with my life and this and that, but I'd have always been in love with you and I would have spent my life waiting to go home to you. But it didn't happen. You're alive and you're here and you're bright and you're funny. You know what that makes me? King of the world.
Georgie: Dillon, I don't know if I will live into my 90s or if I will have a big family or if I will make funny little clay pots, but I know -- what I do know is that I will always love you.
Tracy: Monica, this party has to go off without a hitch.
Monica: Well, then why in the world would you have it at my house?
Tracy: To create the illusion of peace and harmony.
Monica: Are you out of your mind?
Tracy: No, I'm not out of my mind. I've never been more serious. Monica, this family has been embroiled in one disaster after another for an entire calendar year. We have to polish our image so we can attract new investors to E.L.Q. We need them desperately. Everybody has to be on their best behavior.
Monica: Well, then I suggest you keep Alan away from the booze, Skye away from the booze and unhappily married men, and Edward away from everybody.
Tracy: Does that mean I can count on your help? Oh!
Luke: Oh, why don't you just spin around and give your old man a big sloppy kiss?
Tracy: Don't do that. What are you doing here?
Luke: I'm rescuing you, sweetie. I swear, sometimes you can be so shy and so -- so cute.
Tracy: Do you come with a decoder ring?
Luke: I found out about it. Don't worry. Wild horses couldn't keep me away.
Tracy: From what?
Luke: The charity booze-a-thon at casa q'maine? I'll be there.
Jason: Sonny, Reese could live anywhere. Are you moving her in here to get back at Carly for marrying Alcazar?
Sonny: What are you talking about? Carly can go out and do exactly as she pleases, get married and set up in a mansion with a man she knows I despise, an enemy who tried to drive me insane and get me locked up for the rest of my life, a man who Michael dislikes so much that he doesn't even want to live with his own mother. All that's fine, right? It's all -- it's all fine. But the minute I ask Reese out to dinner, Carly acts like I drove a dagger through her heart and she's going to start World War III. You know what I mean?
Jason: Well, maybe it is a dagger in her heart. Maybe she's more vulnerable than you right now.
Sonny: I'm not going to go there. I'm not going to go there with you, and I'm not going to go there with Carly. This is my place. I get to do -- I get to do whatever I want with it. If I want to give it to Reese because it makes her comfortable and safe, then that's what I'm going to do. Anybody who doesn't like it can go to hell.
Jason: Ok, then just let me say this, ok? Carly was your wife for a long time.
Jason: It wasn't easy being married to you. She stood up for you. She defended you. She protected you, ok? She got a little crazy, but it's only because she loves you. Carly deserves better from you than having Reese move in here.
Reese: Whatever it is, I don't have time.
Carly: Make it. I'm not leaving until we talk.
Reese: Fine, then make it fast. I'm really busy here.
Carly: I'm on to you. Is that quick enough?
Reese: What the hell are you talking about?
Carly: You're using my mother to come at me.
Reese: Are you delusional? I'm defending Bobbie in a lawsuit that has potential to do great harm.
Carly: You might have convinced my mother of your altruistic motives, but I'm not buying it.
Reese: I never even thought of you, Carly. As a matter of fact, you rarely enter my mind.
Carly: You know, I don't buy that either. You showed up in this town, and inside of six months you managed to insinuate yourself into every corner of my life -- my son, my father, my ex-husband. And now my mother? I can feel your hostility and your anger since day one. It comes off of you in waves. Why, Reese? What did I ever do to you?
Tracy: You stay away from that cocktail party.
Luke: You --
Tracy: Shut your mouth. No discussion. It's not going to happen.
Luke: Oh, come on, spanky buns, that's really cruel. That's unnecessary punishment. You're going to deprive your legally wed husband the pleasure of rubbing elbows with the hoity-toity of Port Charles? My lovely wife on my arm, our love shining like a beacon in the corporate wilderness?
Tracy: N-o, no.
Luke: Ok. All right. Let me switch to a language you'll understand. What was the figure we came up with for the alimony payment -- 14 million? I'll knock off another 50,000?
Tracy: Oh, Luke, you hate this kind of thing -- dressing up, bathing, combing your hair, behaving well. Why are you so drawn to this particular event?
Luke: It sounds like fun. I like fun.
Luke: I'm a fun kind of guy.
Tracy: You are fun, and I got some fun for you. Here's some fun. Here, take this fun -- I got more fun for you -- take that fun -- and how about this fun? Go get drunk. Better yet -- hire yourself an escort and fly to Las Vegas. Just stay away from the party.
Luke: Ooh. Yeah.
Skye: Coleman? What's taking so long?
Coleman: Hey, you better get your shades on, baby. You're about to be dazzled. Huh? Whoo, yeah? Yeah? Huh? I got it over at that new secondhand joint on Drexel and I've been holding off on wearing it for, like, a special occasion, and here we are, huh? What do you think?
Skye: Well, we, you were --
Skye: Right about the sunglasses.
Coleman: It's swank, isn't it? Whoo. You know, and I'm thinking that maybe I should, like, invest, like, in a pair of, maybe, canary-yellow cowboy boots to go with the shirt, huh? What, you don't like this?
Skye: Well, you get points for retro, and it does do a little something for your eyes but, no. It's God awful and I wouldn't be caught dead with you wearing it so, come on, let's go. We don't have much time. Go.
Coleman: Where are we going?
Coleman: Oh, boy.
Ofc. Murphy: This is our person of interest on the Mr. Durant shooting.
Mac: Jesse Beaudry?
Ofc. Murphy: Yeah. He's an undercover cop turned bad. Mr. Durant was closing in on Beaudry, so Beaudry tried to kill him.
Mac: And it was Beaudry's gun that was found at the exit after Durant was shot?
Ofc. Murphy: And the bullet pulled out of Mr. Durant -- a perfect match.
Mac: Put out an A.P.B. Tell everyone to consider him possibly armed and definitely dangerous.
Ofc. Murphy: All right.
Jax: Is it my imagination or was that more transcendent than usual?
Courtney: Well, we certainly covered all the bases -- except one. Jax, you promised.
Jax: Hey, you know, you can't just -- that's not just my responsibility. You have to pay attention, too.
Courtney: What? That wasn't the deal. It wasn’t. I was the one being responsible. You told me not to break the mood.
Jax: What? Hey, hey, hey. Hey, at least give me something to cover up with.
Jesse: I was on my way out, but I couldn't make it. The place is crawling with cops. What happened?
Maxie: Nothing, nothing. I'm just being a brat. It's a character flaw.
Jesse: You want to tell me about it?
Maxie: Somehow I think you have more important things on your mind.
Jesse: Not at this moment.
Maxie: I just hate being compromised. I know I should be grateful that I'm going to walk out of this place with my same heart intact, and I am. It's just I have to take this medication for the rest of my life, and I'm stuck in here for the next couple days with my parents hovering over me and treating me like I'm some china doll.
Jesse: I'd bust you out of here if I could.
Maxie: I believe you mean that. But I can promise you one thing. When I finally do blow out of this joint, I have a lot of lost time I have to make up for.
Jesse: I wish I could be around to help you.
Maxie: Are you sure you can't?
Jesse: My life's pretty much trash at this point.
Maxie: You still haven't told me your side of things.
Jesse: You probably won't believe it.
Maxie: Try me.
Reese: I find it so interesting that you'd assume you've done something to me. And as I was just telling Sonny when he was here, I did customary research on the both of you when I was assigned to Michael’s kidnapping case, and I found out a lot about you, Carly.
Carly: Ok, you don't know anything about me. You don't know where I came from or what I had to do to get here. Ok?
Carly: All right? And I don't have to justify myself to you.
Reese: You know, maybe you're absolutely right to suspect me, Carly. Maybe I am karma for all the people you've eaten alive to fill that empty pit you call a soul.
Carly: Yeah, that's it. There's that cold, flat stare that no one else seems to notice but me. You know what? That's all going to change. Oh, you -- you're laughing? You're laughing? Bobbie, Michael, and Sonny all need a wake-up call, and I'm the one who's going to give it to them.
Reese: Good luck.
Maxie: You're a cop?
Jesse: Undercover. I was assigned to bring down a dirty money and drug connection. The key to the case is somewhere in the PCPD. I tried to alert the new D.A., but someone got to Durant first, with a bullet fired from my gun.
Maxie: You got too close.
Jesse: Exactly. I've been trying to get to Durant to tell him what's up, but -- God -- so far no luck. So that's it. Everything but the violins. Either you buy it or you don’t.
Maxie: I do. I think I know how I can help you.
Maxie: Yeah. My dad's the police commissioner. If you tell him --
Jesse: You don't understand. It's the cops who are out to get me. If I come out to the department, I'll be killed.
Maxie: Dad -- hi.
Maxie: I was just talking about you.
Reese: Hi. What?
Sonny: Welcome home. I know that you're a, you know, independent woman of the 21st century and you would never let a man keep you.
Sonny: But, you know, this -- this place was, you know, just empty, sitting here --
Reese: Ok, "this place" was your home with Carly.
Sonny: Before and after Carly, as well.
Sonny: And now I just want it to be yours. I know that you'll never, you know, find a place that's this, you know, comfortable and safe.
Reese: And affordable? You know, I really think I should be insulted.
Reese: But, Sonny, this apartment is gorgeous, and I would love to live here -- if you make me one guarantee.
Jason: Sam, I just wanted to call you before too much time went by. It means a lot to me that you want Michael to get the help he needs, and I just, you know, wanted to tell you that he's lucky to have you, and so am I. All right, anyway, I'll be home late.
Reese: You know, if I move in here, I will be paying rent, and I'm talking fair market value. I'm going to write you a check every single month, and if you don't cash one of them, I am out of here so fast. Do we have a deal?
Carly: Oh, good. I'm so glad you're here. You're never going to believe what happened.
Jason: Ok, let's go -- let's go inside and you can tell me what happened.
Sonny: Right, right.
Jason: No, no, no, no. Carly -- Carly -- Carly --
Sonny: I know, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.
Reese: I will be. Thank you.
Carly: The hell you will. There is no way this little conniving tramp is going to live in my home.
>> On the next "General Hospital" --
Maxie: Your timing is perfect.
Mac: Who is this guy?
Nikolas: Why are we still living apart?
Jax: I was persistent, wasn't I?
Courtney: With any luck, our baby will be conceived tonight.
Carly: Move your bimbo someplace else.
Sonny: Get out.
Jason: Sonny, you don't have to speak to her that way.
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