GH Transcript Wednesday 11/21/07

General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 11/21/07


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Tracy: I caught you staring.

Luke: You're a sight for sore eyes.

Tracy: You're just saying that because you're trapped in a hospital bed.

Luke: Join me?

Tracy: Your heart needs to tell your libido that it's down for repairs.

Luke: Be gentle with me?

Tracy: I don't do gentle -- you should know that by now. Ow --

Luke: Not a good idea to sleep in that chair. You took a pretty nasty fall out there on Wyndemere.

Tracy: Child's play compared to what other people had to endure. In fact, I'm feeling very enthusiastic and grateful at this moment. Which is pretty good timing because -- Happy Thanksgiving.

[Luke groans]

Ned: It's not right that Emily's gone.

Edward: You want to -- you want to hear the truth? I don't know whether I -- I can bear this loss. I can hardly breathe.

Ned: Come on, Grandfather, sit down.

Edward: No, it -- it won't help. You see, Emily -- Emily graced us with -- with so much strength and -- and beauty. She -- she was a light around which all of us could revolve.

Ned: I know.

Edward: And to have her so suddenly and so brutally ripped away -- well, it's -- it's broken something inside me that -- that I don't think will ever mend.

Ned: It's your heart.

Monica: Hi, Ned.

Ned: Monica.

Monica: My, it seems we only see you at holidays and funerals. You get a double feature this time.

Jax: You're up early.

Carly: Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Hi.

Jax: No one can blame you for having nightmares.

Carly: Are you kidding? Did you hear all the racket down here? I mean, the boys had the Thanksgiving parade on. All that noise and holiday cheer --it was music to my ears, absolutely.

Carly: When I had my breakdown, I was so jealous of Emily. She stepped into my role effortlessly. She took care of my husband and my children better than I did.

Jax: Oh, I doubt that.

Carly: Michael and Morgan adore her. I still don't know how I'm going to tell them that not only did they lose Leticia, they lost Emily -- in the same awful way.

Alfred: I took the liberty to make you a light breakfast.

Nikolas: I -- I told you already, I'm not hungry.

Alfred: Understandable, but it won't hurt to have a bit of nourishment --

Nikolas: I don't --

Nikolas: Let me make myself clear. If I can't have Emily, then nothing else matters to me. Do you understand? Now, if you please, leave me alone.

Jax: We'll sit the boys down and we'll tell them together about Emily, and we won't go into too much detail.

Carly: Oh, they're going to ask tons of questions, especially Michael.

Jax: We'll just have to field the questions, that's all.

Carly: What about my questions, you know?

Michael: Morgan wants to make Thanksgiving decorations. Do you guys know how? All right. All right, you cut out a hand and a foot -- trace them, obviously, and you cut them out. You make a big mess of glue, paper, and "feathers." So, then you make a turkey -- a family turkey. Get it?

Jax: I got it.

Michael: You okay, Mom?

Carly: Yeah. I -- um -- I have something that I need to -- uh -- you know what? I'm just a big, sappy mush.

Michael: Yeah, yeah.

Carly: You know I am. It's just -- it's our first Jacks family Thanksgiving.

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Carly: So I'm just weepy.

Michael: So shouldn't you be happy, though?

Carly: I should be. You're right, I should be. I should be happy -- and we all should be. We should be ecstatic. You know what? We should be happy --

Michael: No, no --

Carly: And thankful. We should be very thankful, right?

Jax: Yes, I know -- I know that I am.

Carly: Right.

Michael: So are we. Right, Morgan?

Morgan: Right.

Michael: You're not going to cook, are you?

[Mouths words]

Carly: There will be food here that we can actually eat, okay?

Michael: Surprising.

Jax: I'm sorry.

Michael: Let's go.

Jax: Good job.

Michael: Grab your crayons and let's go.

Carly: I'm a big coward.

Jax: No, no, no, no, no. You're -- you're just afraid to tell them because you're a -- you're a loving mother, that's all. Hey -- hey, hey, it's okay.

Patrick: If you're positive your drug therapy can reduce swelling, I can operate sooner than later.

Robin: I'm positive.

Patrick: Then Thanksgiving came right on time for Mr. Jackson. He can thank you for the continued ability to walk and talk at the same time.

Robin: I already consulted with him -- he knows that the treatment is experimental and he signed off. I could administer the first dosage right away.

Patrick: Good. I'll schedule surgery for tomorrow.

Robin: Good.

Patrick: Good teamwork, right?

Robin: Right.

Patrick: This is what I was talking about -- you know, us in the real world? We can -- we can do this.

Robin: Yeah, within these walls, yes. But beyond them –

Patrick: I know, Robin -- we're a work in progress. And that's why I didn't feel comfortable accepting the invitation.

Robin: What invitation?

Patrick: I thought you knew. Mac in-- Mac invited me over Thanksgiving dinner.

Edward: Emily's funeral is on Wednesday, Ned. I hope you can stay.

Ned: Yeah, of course. I cleared my calendar.

Monica: Ah. Now, that's exactly what I should've done -- cleared my calendar. I mean, this was a celebration for Alan and -- and the endowment that Nikolas did for him. I should've insisted that Julian do that surgery for me, but no. No, no, I had to do it myself.

Dillon: Hey. I came as soon as I could.

Monica: Hi, Dillon.

Edward: Good to see you home, son.

Dillon: Hi. Monica -- I loved Emily, not because she was family. She was a good and generous human being.

Monica: I know. And she loved you, too, and I'm so -- I'm -- I'm really glad that you are here, and I would like -- I'd really like to say something that would be meaningful right now, but I -- uh -- I really don't have it in me. Because I can't get past the fact that I missed the last few hours of my daughter's life. I mean, the time that we could've spent together -- maybe -- maybe it would've made a difference.

Ned: Emily's death was a random occurrence -- a madman crashed a party and went on a rampage.

Monica: No, no. No, excuse me, Ned, there was nothing random about it. Anthony Zacchara is a known gangster and he kills for a living -- just like my son does. Isn't it ironic? All these years I have been defending Jason's choices, and it was his choices that killed my daughter.

Lesley: I brought Spencer home. He loves being spoiled by his great-grandma, but he really misses his daddy.

Nikolas: I thought we agreed that he would stay with you for a while.

Lesley: We did. I just thought maybe with everything, you needed to see him and hold him and hold life.

Nikolas: Will you just please tell Alfred or Norma or whoever has him to put him in the playroom? Thanks.

[Lesley sighs]

Tracy: I realize that you are, in fact, anti-holiday. However, we do have a reason to be grateful. You got medical treatment in time to live -- to hate Christmas and New Year’s.

Luke: I'm not anti-holiday. I'm anti-commercialized sentiment. Do you think I could've been poisoned?

Tracy: Luke, I realized you convinced yourself a long time ago that your body is immune to human frailty. However, I feel compelled to remind you that was a long time ago.

Luke: Unfair. I protest. Don't use the old geezer card on me when I'm too weak to prove you wrong.

Lulu: Bad time?

Tracy: No! You are just in time to help your father plan his triathlon of boozing, brawling, and broads.

Lulu: She's kidding, right?

Luke: Ah, she's just in a mood, because she knows I'm planning to tunnel my way out of here.

Tracy: You'll have to get through me.

Lulu: How are you feeling?

Luke: Does my heart good to see you. I wouldn't even mind a visit from my son. Where is Lucky?

Lulu: Lucky's pretty down about Emily's death and he's channeling his grief by working overtime to prove that Anthony strangled Emily so the cops can close e case and everybody can begin to heal -- especially Nikolas. He's the one I'm most worried about.

Luke: Well, it's going to be tough days ahead for Nik. What about you? That maniac had you in his sights. You hear anything from Psycho Jr.?

Lulu: Don't call him that. His name is Johnny. And I'm fine. Ahem -- and, no, I have not heard from him.

Luke: Well, you might try to look a little happier about that.

[Knock on door]

Leo: Hey, hey. We need to prep you for more tests.

Luke: Joy.

Tracy: Let's give him some room.

Leo: Thank you.

Tracy: You did the right thing. I don't want your father to know that Lucky's missing.

[Knock on door]

[Music blares]

Scott: Hey, open up! Official police business -- you're disturbing the peace!


Scott: Come on! Ah.

[Music stops]

[Scott groans]

Scott: Hey, you know, dumbbells are for dumbbells. Chin-ups -- that's all you need. How do you think with all that racket?

Logan: I don't know what I'm thinking about. What do you want?

Scott: It's Thanksgiving.

Logan: Yeah. So what do you want?

Scott: We're family. You see, even though some people hate each other, on Thanksgiving, families sit down and they have dinner -- it's American tradition. Now, you don't want to buck that, do you?

Logan: Huh.

Patrick: I only caught half of Mac’s message, but he said something about not making the same mistakes he did with you and Stone.

Robin: Ahem. Okay, my Uncle Mac is a great uncle, loving and protective -- overprotective, at times -- but I always know he's on my side. Unfortunately, his timing has gone from bad to just appalling. I think it would be better if you didn't go. I'll explain it to him and -- I mean, if that's what you really want?

Georgie: You know, maybe before we get too involved in making dinner, we should call Mom and wish her a Happy Thanksgiving.

Maxie: Well, I'm sure she wouldn't bother to call us.

Mac: Felicia calls us when she can.

Maxie: And when was the last time she did that? Let's just speak the truth for once and then never talk about it again, okay? Mom bailed on us and she's not coming back.

Georgie: To take care of Grandma, who's sick.

Maxie: In a nursing home, Georgie. Do you think Mom's staying in the room next door? Mariah was just an excuse. Mom wanted her freedom -- who knows where she is now?

Georgie: You know, maybe -- maybe Mom is out helping Dad on some secret mission. Maybe -- maybe she just can't get in touch.

Maxie: Georgie, if you have to tell yourself all these little happy fairy tales to make yourself feel better about being abandoned, hey, that's fine. But Mom doesn't have any use for us anymore, and you know what? The feeling's mutual.

Mike: Hey, Jax.

Jax: Hey.

Mike: Whew! The turkey -- the turkey's in the car.

Carly: Ooh, yay! Which one are the yams? You know they're my favorite.

Mike: Wait, wait, wait -- wait. We -- we did agree I'd do the cooking, right? Uh --

Carly: Yeah, I just wanted to contribute something -- I thought biscuits couldn't hurt.

Mike: Oh, okay. Uh -- how'd they turn out?

Carly: Could you give me a chance? All I did was open the flour, okay?

Mike: Yeah, okay.

Jax: Okay, um, biscuits are going to be great, honey. Mike, let me -- let me grab that for you.

Mike: Sure. Thanks, Jax.

Jax: There we go.

Mike: Ah. So, um, I went to the hospital, and Sonny's doing fine.

Carly: Oh, great. Was Kate with him?

Mike: Well, does it matter?

Carly: I'm just asking.

Mike: Yeah, she was there.

Carly: Good. I don't want Sonny to be alone. The boys don't know that Sonny's in the hospital, and I don't want them to know about Emily today.

Mike: Hey -- your kids, your call, all right? I'm going to go get the bird.

Carly: Okay.

Mike: Oh -- uh -- why don't I take over the biscuits?

Carly: Oh -- God.

Jax: What, what? What's the matter?

Carly: No, nothing.

Jax: Mike upset you?

Carly: No, no. I was just -- um -- I was just thinking how it could've been my death you were telling the boys about instead of Emily.

Jax: Yeah, but it's not. You're fine.

Carly: For now. Someone tried to kill me, and they're still out there.

Scott: I hope you're not a finicky eater.

Logan: No.

Scott: Good. We have turkey, we'll microwave the mashed potatoes, cranberry, then we watch "Godfather" one, two -- you don't need to watch three.

Logan: That's a lot of father/son bonding for one day.

Scott: Well, you know what? 'Tis the season.

Logan: It's chicken.

Scott: Chicken, turkey?

Logan: It -- it's chicken, not a turkey -- it's Thanksgiving.

Scott: So what? That's the point -- we sit down, we're together, we have a meal together. Listen -- you know what? I can't make up for the past. I kick myself for not opening up your mother's letters, all right? But you're my son, my only son. I wish your half-sister, Serena, was here, but she's not. So this is my time to get to know you.

[Knock on door]

Mac: I'm going to start cooking.

Maxie: Oh, I hope you got the whipped cream for the pumpkin pie.

Georgie: You know, at the very first Thanksgiving, there was no pumpkin pie. So if we really want to be traditional and eat authentic food, we should get fish, some corn soup, and some maple sugar candy.

Maxie: Stop it, Georgie.

Mac: I got the whipped cream.

Maxie: I'm going to help you.

Georgie: Fine. Some tradition.

[Knock on door]

Georgie: Oh -- I got it. Hi. Uh -- welcome. Happy Thanksgiving.

Spinelli: Seasons greetings to you, as well. Although, I must admit to puzzlement regarding my invitation to join this day of family and feasting. Is there a problem of a cyber-nature?

Georgie: No. Um -- you see -- um -- Maxie and Robin and myself, we all got to bring guests -- well, more like dates. So I thought --

Spinelli: The Jackal understands.

Georgie: You do?

Spinelli: Well, yeah. I mean, you, being currently and inexplicably unattached, you need a stand-in, and as your friend, I am happy to comply.

Georgie: I'm just glad you're here.

Monica: There's nothing you can say, Bobbie.

Bobbie: Oh, I know. I was thinking maybe you're the one who needs to talk. I do have painful experience to draw from.

Monica: Yeah -- so do I. I -- I'm still trying to get used to that word "widow." You know, I really hate it. Emily came to us just a little girl who lost her mother to a disease that was about to take me. And she gave me the will to live. She -- she was the most precious gift I'd ever had, Bobbie. And now she's gone, brutally and senselessly, and I am hurt and I am sad, but I can't feel all of those emotions right now because the one thing that is stuck in my heart right now is incredible anger.

Bobbie: You know, you won't believe this now -- because I didn't when B.J.'s death was still so fresh and raw -- but one day, when you least expect it, you're going to think about the daughter you lost, and all you will feel is love and gratitude that she came into your life at all.

Monica: Oh, Bobbie, I miss her!

Bobbie: I know.

Monica: I miss her.

Lesley: My love, I know you're hurting right now. But Emily was a huge presence in that little baby's life and he is going to feel the loss.

Nikolas: Listen, I apologize if my asking you is an imposition -- if it is, I will make other arrangements -- but would you please -- would you keep him with you?

Lesley: For how long?

Nikolas: I don't know. I can't -- I can't say how long, but I'll pay whatever expenses, including Norma’s salary.

Lesley: It has nothing to do with money, it has nothing to do with imposing, it has to do with a little baby who needs his daddy and a man who needs his son.

Nikolas: He deserves the best of everything, and right now that's not me. I don't want to subject him to my emotional turmoil right now. And I love my son very much -- you know that -- but I loved Emily, too. He needs attention, and I'm too distracted to give it to him. So, please --

Lesley: All right, I'll take him home.

Nikolas: Thank you.

Lesley: Nikolas?

Nikolas: What?

Lesley: Honey, look at me. You surely do have your mother's infinite capacity for love, but beyond that, you have her strength.

Nikolas: Well, I can't find it right now.

Lesley: It will find you. That's what will heal your heart. And when that happens, you and your son will make a new life. Nikolas, that's what Emily would want.

Lulu: Um -- I'm -- I'm n here for any particular reason, except to say that I am grateful we all made it off Spoon Island alive.

Scott: How you doing, Lulu?

Lulu: That's a chicken.

Scott: Yeah, I -- I got a little confused.

Lulu: Oh.

Logan: Look, I'm feeling --

Lulu: Feeling your way -- yeah, that's good, right?

Logan: I've -- yeah. Huh.

Lulu: I'm going to go.

Scott: Hey -- hey, Lulu? You -- you know what? I -- Logan, I -- I just remembered something. I – boy, I must be losing my mind. I'm supposed to have drinks with Mayor Floyd. So, you know, I don't want to stiff the boss. So, you know, you -- you make the turkey up and -- chicken, I mean -- and Happy Thanksgiving.

[Door closes]

Lulu: You know that was a total lie, right?

Logan: Yeah, yeah.

Lulu: Um --

Logan: He just wanted to give us some space, I guess.

Lulu: You guys were supposed to have a long-overdue father/son moment and I completely barged in -- I can't say much about my timing.

Logan: Lulu -- uh -- you know anything about cooking a chicken?

Mac: Sorry to leave you by yourself.

Coop: Oh, no problem. I was just waiting on a text message -- a couple loose ends I'm trying to tie up. You wanted to see me about the gallery break-in?

Mac: Not exactly. Maxie, you can come out now.

Maxie: Hi.

Coop: Uh -- what's going on?

Mac: You two have been seeing each other for months now behind my back.

Coop: Commissioner, I'm sorry. I should've come clean about it --

Mac: It's all right, no, it's all right. I'm just sorry you felt you had to hide it from me. But you don't anymore. Life's too short. On you.

Maxie: I'm really sorry about Mac's bad timing. I mean, here we are, broken up -- which I still feel awful about, by the way. Mac makes a special point of telling me I can invite you to Thanksgiving. But I don't want you to feel obligated to stay, because that would probably make me feel worse.

Coop: I miss you.

Maxie: Could you say that again?

Coop: I'm not saying that I trust you, or that getting back on track is going to be easy -- or even possible. But I don't want to look back on us and realize that I gave up without a fight.

Maxie: Oh –

Monica: Oh, Nikolas. Emily gave this to me on Mother's Day and I haven't worn it, but today I couldn't think of wearing anything else.

Nikolas: Oh, it's nice. Listen, I -- I just wanted to say, well, so many -- so many things to you. First off, I -- I know -- I know you know I loved your daughter very much. And thank you. Thank you for raising such an amazing woman, and I -- I want you to know that she loved and respected you very much. And I'm so -- I'm sorry. I'm just sorry.

[Nikolas sighs]

Nikolas: You know, I would've done anything for her, including die for her. I just -- I keep -- I keep racking my brain, trying to think of how I could've prevented it somehow.

Monica: No, Nikolas, don’t. You had nothing to do with it. In fact, you were responsible for the joyous times in Emily's life.

Nikolas: I asked her to marry me at the ball --

Monica: Oh --

Nikolas: She said yes.

Monica: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Nikolas: Yes. So am I. I'm going to go, okay?

Monica: Wait -- wait a minute. I just want to tell you that I will be eternally grateful for you loving Emily. And for knowing what an extraordinary woman she was, and loving her the way she deserved to be loved. I keep thinking that this is just a nightmare, that we're going to wake up, but it's not going to happen. We’ve lost her, and all we can do is figure out a way to go on.

Leo: Your test results confirm my initial diagnosis -- you're going to need a quadruple bypass as soon as we can schedule it.

Luke: Yeah, I'll get back to you on that.

Leo: Well, no, it doesn't work like that. All right, blocked arteries need attention now. It's not like a broken bone or a bullet wound or any of the other colorful injuries I saw in your medical file.

Luke: You should see what I stitched up myself.

Leo: Look, I'll -- I'll come back when you guys have enough time to confer with one another. But whether you do the smart thing and use me or call in another cardiologist, do it fast.

Luke: Look, I know a bomb went off in my chest, but there's no way I'm going to start an endless cycle of surgery and recuperation.

Tracy: You don't have a choice.

Luke: There's always a choice.

Tracy: Oh, I'm sorry -- you don't want to live?

Luke: No, I want to live -- my life, my way.

Tracy: Luke, your way isn't working. Call me selfish, but I waited a very long time for my perfectly flawed husband to finally show up, and I'm not ready to give you up yet. Do I need to remind you why you need to stick around?

Luke: It couldn't hurt.

Tracy: Ahem.

Spinelli: Hey.

Mac: Georgie said you left.

Spinelli: Oh, well, um, the Jackal felt uncomfortable coming to your table empty-handed.

Georgie: What did you bring?

Spinelli: Um, authentic Thanksgiving treats said to be served at the first grateful gathering -- corn soup, and maple sugar candy?

Georgie: Yes! Awesome!

[Spinelli chuckles]

Mac: Only you and Georgie would know the first menu.

Maxie: Amazing, isn't it?

Robin: Hi, guys.

Mac: Hey. I'm glad you could make it.

Robin: Yes, me, too. Hi.

Mac: Too bad Patrick couldn’t.

Robin: Yeah, well, he's doing what he needs to do today, and so am I.

Epiphany: Who are you?

Man: The Pampered Platter -- caterers extraordinaire.

Edward: So where would you like to have them set up to serve?

Epiphany: This is a hospital, Mr. Quartermaine.

Edward: I'm well aware of that, Nurse Johnson. But my granddaughter spent most of her time here, and Emily would want you all to have a Thanksgiving dinner. So in Emily's name, and on her behalf, our family's going to make that possible. Emily would say, "It’s the least we can do."

Alice: Dr. Q? You have a visitor.

Monica: Oh, Alice, please send them away. I'm not in the mood for any -- Skye.

Skye: I know this is a terrible time to show up unannounced, and you can tell me to go if you want. But this has been such a year of unrelenting loss and -- well, some of us are feeling a little alone and orphaned and do not have any place to go. But I'm -- I'm sorry --

Monica: No, Skye, please, please. We were just about to sit down and have a traditional Thanksgiving pizza. And we'd love it if you and Lila Rae would join us.

Skye: Thank you.

Monica: Hey, sweetie.

Bobbie: Hey!

Carly: Hi!

Bobbie: Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie.

Carly: Oh, Happy Thanksgiving.

Bobbie: Something smells absolutely wonderful.

Carly: Yeah.

Bobbie: You didn't cook, did you?

Carly: Okay. Enough.

[Bobbie chuckles]

Carly: Why is everyone so afraid of my cooking?

Jax: You really have to ask that question?

Carly: It's not that bad.

[Bobbie giggles]

Bobbie: Did you get my message about having to go back for this pie?

Carly: Yes -- when did you start texting?

Bobbie: Ever since Lucas refuses to communicate with me any other way.

[Carly laughs]

Bobbie: Hmm. So, where's Michael and Morgan?

Carly: Oh, they're upstairs making paper turkeys. They don't know about Sonny, and they don't know about Emily.

Bobbie: Oh. Well, you'll -- you'll find the right time to tell them.

Carly: Yeah.

Bobbie: I'm going to put the pie in the kitchen.

Carly: Okay. Glad you're here.

Bobbie: Thank you.

Jax: Hi.

Carly: Hi.

Jax: I looked in on Jerry.

Carly: How is he?

Jax: He's doing fine. How are you doing?

Michael: Mom, we can't get the feathers to stick.

Carly: I'll be right there.

Michael: Thanks.

Carly: I'm better because you're here. Happy First Thanksgiving.

Jax: First of many.

Mike: Hey, hey, are we ready to kick this day into gear?

Carly: I am going to contribute something whether you guys like it or not.

[Music plays]

Mike: Ta-da!


Mike: Not bad, huh?

Bobbie: Doesn't it look great?

Michael: Yes, it does.

Singer: The broken clock is a comfort

All: Oh!

Singer: It helps me sleep tonight

Mike: Let's go. All right.

Singer: Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time and I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts I am damaged at best like you've already figured out I'm falling apart and barely breathing with a broken heart that's still beating in the pain

Logan: Ah, there you go.

Singer: There is healing in your name

Lulu: Now your turn.

Logan: No -- that's awful.

Singer: I find meaning

Mac: Okay, a lot of love and hard work went into this bird, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm just going to --

Georgie: Do you even know how to cut it?

Mac: I'm -- well, I want to make sure I don't mess it up.

Georgie: Okay.

Mac: Where shall I start? What should I do? I got to go with the legs, don't you think?

Georgie: Follow your instincts -- hot.

Mac: Just rip it off?

Robin: No.

Singer: The broken locks were a warning

Robin: Definitely not that.

Mac: Not that?

Georgie: Go, Robin, please, please.

Spinelli: Do it, do it.

Georgie: Robin, whoo-hoo!

Mac: All right, well, let's see. Let's see what you got.

Robin: Excuse me.

Mac: Okay --

Robin: Thank you.

Mac: Hands off.

Maxie: Educate us.

Robin: Let us take over.

Mac: Uh-huh? Okay, see?

Georgie: There you go.

Robin: Right?

Maxie: We're getting fancy now.

Robin: You have to, like -- ugh!

Singer: That are looking for purpose

Patrick: I come bearing Thanksgiving gifts.

Leyla: What is it?

Singer: They're still looking for life I'm falling apart

Singers: And barely breathing

Singer: With a broken heart

Patrick: You have your own car.

Leyla: Thank you.

Singers: That's still beating

Patrick: Happy Thanksgiving.

Leyla: You, too.

Singer: In the pain

Patrick: I'll put it down for you.

Singers: Is there healing in your name?

Singer: In your name?

Regina: I'm so hungry.

Leo: Yeah.

Lainey: I'm so hungry, too. Oh, that's nice.

Leo: I am starved.

Lainey: Amazing.

Leo: It is a pleasure -- it's a pleasure to eat with you both.

Regina: Yeah.

Leo: You're going to join us. You are going to join us. You have to join us. Come on. Come on, look at that -- a hot plate, all for you. It just got your name all over it, come on. Come on.

Epiphany: You are something else.


[Epiphany sighs]

Lainey: Happy Thanksgiving.

Epiphany: Happy Thanksgiving. Oh, no he didn't.


Monica: She's cute. Come here, sunshine.

Skye: You're such a good jumper.

Singers: To the words you say you said that I will be okay

Singer: The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone I may have lost my way now haven't forgotten my way home

Singers: I'm falling apart

Singers: And barely breathing

Singer: With a broken heart

Singers: That's still beating

[Nikolas and Emily dancing]

Singer: In the pain in the pain

Singers: There is healing

Singer: In your name in your name

Singers: I find meaning

Singer: So I'm holding on I'm still holding I'm holding on I'm still holding I'm holding on I'm still holding

Singers: I'm barely holding on to you I'm holding on

Singer: I'm still holding I'm holding I'm still holding I'm holding on I'm still holding

Singers: Barely holding on to you I'm falling apart

>> Next week on "General Hospital" --

Monica: If you don't get a quadruple bypass, you will die.

Trevor: How is Mr. Zacchara doing?

Det. Harper: Are you saying there were two killers running around Wyndemere that night?

Nikolas: That's right -- I killed her.

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