General Hospital Transcript Thursday 3/13/08
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[Röyksopp's "Remind Me"]
Jax: You okay?
Carly: I'm not going to be okay until Michael's home. Where is he, Jax? Why hasn't he called again? God, what if he's --
Jax: Hey. You know, I talked to my investigators again.
Carly: No word?
Jax: You know, maybe it's time we brought the police in on this.
Peg: Where do you think you're heading?
Ric: After you.
Alexis: Thank you.
Maxie: Spinelli, hey. Did you find Michael?
Spinelli: Um -- Jackal, P.I., has encountered resistance of a most unusual nature.
Maxie: What happened? Where are you?
Spinelli: Um -- the waterfront, earnestly in need of the helpful blond one's fashion expertise. Please.
Ric: So, how are things in the D.A.'s office?
Alexis: All right, if this is about the Addison case that I picked up on where you left off, that I actually strengthened for you, then --
Ric: No. Hey, hey -- no, no need to explain. I'm sure you are handling it perfectly.
Alexis: Just like that?
Ric: Just like that.
Alexis: You're not going to argue, or spar with me, or pick apart the minutiae of the case?
Ric: Do I look like a man who's wallowing in minutiae?
Alexis: No, actually, you don’t.
Ric: Thank you.
Alexis: And since you've paid me a compliment, I'll choke one right back at you. You look -- good.
Alexis: You do. You look well rested. You look -- oh, my God -- content.
Ric: Well, thank you very much, which is why I hope that you've enjoyed resuming your duties as the district attorney.
Alexis: Is this your really weird way of saying that you want your job back?
Ric: Actually, I'm hoping that you'll want to resume those duties permanently.
Trevor: My son, Richie, is being a real fool. He wants to keep those Alcazar properties all to himself and his little immigrant chippie. She's not being any help at all in getting me those deeds.
Mr. Vaughn: So, how do we convince your son to hand them over?
Trevor: Well, Richard and Marianna are in for a big surprise.
Claudia: Change of plans, Trevor. You're the one who's in for a surprise.
Sonny: Monica, I just talked to the nurse on duty. She said you were the last person to see Kate.
Monica: I may have been, why?
Sonny: Well, she left me a note, and -- was she okay?
Monica: Her medical records are confidential, Sonny.
Sonny: Do you think she was okay to be released?
Monica: She released herself.
Sonny: I'm just asking you, do you think she was okay to leave the hospital right now, is what I'm saying?
Monica: Well, if it put her in closer contact with you, then no, it was not good for her health, physical or mental.
Lucky: You know, that's a hell of a thing you did -- hanging on the car, keep it from going over the edge. Mess up your hands on some jagged glass pretty good. But you'd pretty much do anything for the mother of your little boy.
Jason: You're not here to ask me about my health.
Lucky: No. Sam's hit-and-run.
Jason: We already talked about that, Lucky.
Lucky: There something else that we haven't talked about. Someone -- Elizabeth.
Jason: There's nothing to talk about.
Lucky: How about the fact that Elizabeth had an accident the night she fell asleep at the wheel? The fact you've been covering, along with the dent in her fender and the blood and -- which conveniently washed away. I came to talk to you. I kind of overheard you and Elizabeth talking yesterday.
Jason: She wanted to come forward --
Lucky: And not since you convinced Elizabeth to keep quiet by the way you've handled this.
Lucky: You cover up things for a living. But you've left a lot of loose ends, and I -- I'm going to start picking them up. And I know what I'm going to find.
Jason: Yeah, well, I'm still tracking other leads right now.
Lucky: Other leads?
Jason: Yeah. I've eliminated two people who were on that road that night who had an accident who didn't turn themselves in, either. There's someone else I need to follow up on.
Lucky: I know you convinced Elizabeth to buy into this whole thing.
Jason: Okay, I'm not trying -- I'm not trying to cover anything up, Lucky. I just don't want Elizabeth coming forward until I'm sure. I do not want her to suffer needlessly for this. You know what Sam would do.
Lucky: Yeah, well, if you would've come to Sam to begin with --
Jason: Oh, like that would've made a difference?
Lucky: You know what? Despite what you think, I am not looking to get back at Elizabeth. I don't want to see her hurt. But don't ask me to let this thing go.
Jason: Look, I'm not asking you to let anything go. All I'm -- I'm asking you to come to me, okay? Don't -- don't tell Elizabeth what you know -- that you're looking into this. She's upset enough as it is. Please, do not go to her, you come to me first.
Sonny: Elizabeth, can I see a -- a case chart?
Elizabeth: Sonny, you know I can't give you that.
Sonny: Okay, but somebody's got to give me some answers, because I'm -- you know, nobody wants --
Monica: Sonny, this is a hospital. This is not a back-alley mob joint.
Sonny: Monica, I'm not going to hurt Kate. I'm -- I'm trying to make sure she's okay. She has a collapsed lung. I think she got released too soon. Can you at least tell me if she told you where she was going?
Monica: No, she didn't tell me, and if she wanted you to know, she would've contacted you.
Tracy: That was pretty impressive. You're pretty brave.
Monica: Well, I'm not afraid of Sonny Corinthos. He's already taken three of my children, so what do I have to lose?
Tracy: The mind reels with possibilities.
Monica: Oh, come on, Tracy. Do not start a war with me.
Tracy: A war? I'm here to offer a compromise.
Ric: When I was in Martha’s Vineyard with Marianna, I felt whole. I felt renewed. And I was hopeful that I could look towards a future without being encumbered by the past.
Alexis: Yeah, see, now I know something's up.
Ric: Okay, come on; cut me some slack, all right? I'm willing to give it a shot.
Alexis: You're not going to miss this job at all?
Ric: Miss what? Chest-puffing, boot-lick politics for City Hall?
Alexis: So what are you going to do all day?
Ric: Oh, I don't know, I just -- maybe take up basket weaving or butterfly chasing. I have a perfectly good law degree.
Alexis: From Harvard.
Ric: Yeah, better than Yale.
Alexis: Yeah. So Mayor Floyd and the boys are going to think you're a big wimp.
Ric: Well, Mayor Floyd and the boys are your problem now, Alexis, not mine. I can't tell you what a relief it is to not have to worry about what anybody thinks.
Alexis: Not even your brother?
Ric: Making Sonny pay for his crimes wasn't about justice. It was about revenge.
Alexis: You've been driven by revenge your whole life, Ric.
Ric: Yeah, and it was poisoning me. And if I ever doubt the havoc that it could wreak, I don't need to look any further than what I did to you.
Claudia: Send your pet snake out so we can talk.
Trevor: Ooh. Claudia's having one of her days. We'll talk security later.
Claudia: No, it's already taken care of.
Claudia: Meaning Carlo lent me a few of his guys from New York.
Trevor: Carlo is completely untrustworthy.
Claudia: No, Carlo doesn't trust you. But Carlo was one of the very few people -- one of the only people who has remained loyal to Daddy all these years.
Trevor: Why don't you run your own show, instead of walking in your father's footsteps?
Claudia: You know, that reminds me, I haven't told you my big surprise yet.
Trevor: What's that?
Claudia: I'm bringing Daddy home from the hospital to recuperate here.
Trevor: Over my dead body.
Claudia: Whatever it takes.
Max: Boss, we may have a lead on Michael. Now, one of the dock workers heard about some kid who was stowed away on a supply boat.
Max: And that's all we got.
Sonny: That's all you got? That's not enough to go on.
Max: Mr. C, if that's true, that means that --
Sonny: Okay, listen, the guy could be lying, right? Telling you what he thinks you want to hear.
Max: But if he's not, it's good news. It means Michael's alive. It means the Zaccharas didn't grab him. Boss, it means --
Sonny: What it -- what it means is, Michael is still out there.
Max: So what do you want me to do?
Sonny: I want you to keep checking. Talk to the workers on boats that have docked here since, you know, Michael's disappearance, and see what you can come up with.
Max: And what do you want me to do with Johnny?
Sonny: Ugh -- um -- we keep him, you know, where he's at, because I'm not 100% sure that the Zaccharas aren't behind this.
Max: Boss, it -- it just doesn't seem like something that they would do.
Sonny: It's something that Trevor would do, Max. Johnny does not get released until I get Michael back. Got it?
Max: Got it.
Sonny: Got it. Good.
Max: Boss, I -- one more --
Sonny: Max, I got to -- what?
Max: You should just be quiet when you go in there.
Max: You have company.
Sonny: What are you doing?
Kate: Where have you been?
Sonny: I've been worried about you. What's going on?
Sonny: Nice note, short and sweet.
Kate: I needed time to think.
Sonny: About what? I asked you, you know, to stay at my house while you're recuperating, and you said no. And, you know, I mean, I wasn't exactly happy, but whatever makes you comfortable.
Kate: It's not about that, Sonny.
Sonny: Then what's it about, then?
Kate: Um -- hmm. When the doctors removed the bullet and inflated my lung, I developed a little infection. It went into my heart. It's called pericarditis.
Sonny: The doctors giving you antibiotics?
Kate: Yeah, but it's not that simple. Um -- I -- I could just -- I'm --
Kate: Pericarditis damaged my heart and I could be on medication --
Sonny: Okay. Let's go back to the hospital. Come on.
Kate: No. No, Sonny.
Sonny: What do you mean, "No"?
Kate: You don't have to do --
Sonny: Yeah, listen to me, okay? You left too soon, first of all.
Sonny: Okay? You can't take chances.
Kate: My condition is under control.
Sonny: Listen to me, okay? You stay -- I want you to stay with me, in my house, for a couple days. Let me keep an eye on you. You know, make sure you're okay.
Kate: Sonny, listen -- I could be on medication for the rest of my life, which may not be as long as I planned. There is a possibility that this could kill me.
Michael: I -- I can't stay here forever.
Peg: Do you have any plans?
Michael: I just don't want my dad to find me.
Peg: You told me he wouldn't harm you.
Michael: No. But he'll be so mad about the gun and shooting his girlfriend.
Peg: Just tell him it was an accident.
Michael: He won't care. I lied about having a gun. He told me that if he ever caught me with a gun, I should just turn around and run, and that's what I've been doing.
Peg: You can't take your daddy's word for gospel.
Michael: You don't know my dad.
Peg: One time when I was about your age, I stayed out all night, and I came home in the morning and my mom said that daddy was out looking for me and he was so mad, he didn't know what he was going to do, so I ran away.
Michael: Where'd you go?
Peg: Down three blocks to my friend, Pearl’s. Stayed another night. In the morning I found out that my daddy had died from a heart attack in his sleep. He was 45 years old.
Michael: I'm sorry.
Peg: So was I. Look, I can't tell you where to go. You got to work that out for yourself.
Michael: You're not going to tell on me?
Peg: Nope. But if you can stand a piece of advice from the last person on the earth who's entitled to give any -- do what's right, not just what's right for you. Okay?
Michael: Yeah, okay.
Maxie: Spinelli? Spinelli?
Spinelli: Um -- yeah -- I'm over here.
Maxie: What are you doing?
Spinelli: Keeping a modicum of modesty.
Maxie: Oh, my God! You don't have any clothes on!
Spinelli: I know that. That's precisely why I asked you to procure me some new ones.
Maxie: Why don't you have any clothes on?
Spinelli: The -- an unfortunate set of circumstances befell the Jackal, P.I.
Maxie: I'm all ears.
Spinelli: There's no need to elaborate. It was just a simple miscalculation.
Spinelli: Um -- but all is well now, as we are happily tucked into a safe place of refuge.
Kate: So I was just sitting in the hospital, laying there feeling sorry for myself.
Sonny: You got shot, you almost died. I mean, you got to give yourself a break, right?
Kate: Oh, yeah, Sonny, but Kate Howard is the kind of woman who picks herself up and dusts herself off. She does and says what she wants.
Sonny: Is something else on your mind?
Kate: It's just that so much has happened.
Sonny: Yeah, and you came here instead of going home. What does that tell you?
Kate: I wanted to connect to you and feel some hope. I thought about going to the street corner in Bensonhurst, but -- um --
Kate: That's where things ended badly, and --
Kate: This is where we met up again after all those years.
Sonny: And we're going to have a lot of years together, so --
Kate: We'll see.
Sonny: Kate, doctors are going to -- they're going to take care of you.
Kate: I am not talking about my heart. I'm talking about us, Sonny. We have a way of causing each other pain.
Sonny: Yes, but I -- I don't want to do that anymore.
Kate: Well, maybe you can't help it.
Carly: Sonny, I need to talk to you about Michael.
Sonny: Right -- right now?
Carly: Right now, yeah.
Kate: Uh -- yeah -- um -- it's okay. Sonny, I have errands to run --
Sonny: Okay, just give me one second, okay?
Carly: What the hell is wrong with you? Hanging out with Kate is more important than talking to me about Michael?
Trevor: Come on, Claudia, you can't bring your father home. He's a murderer.
Claudia: Oh, and what are you, huh? What, Trevor, your hands are clean? Don't insult my intelligence.
Trevor: Claudia, your father is in a home, a prison for the criminally insane. I'd like to see you try to waltz him out of there.
Claudia: It's funny; you actually still think you're in charge, don't you? You're here because I let you be. Do try to remember that, Trevors.
Trevor: My family needs me!
Claudia: It's my family, you crazy kook!
Trevor: Can you take the pressure?
Claudia: You try me.
Trevor: Oh, poor baby. We all remember what happened when things get too much for poor Claudia.
Lucky: Elizabeth -- hey, is your car in the parking lot?
Lucky: Well, I thought I'd take the boys out for dinner. You know Cam -- he gets such a kick out of riding in the squad car. I thought maybe I should get their car seats.
Elizabeth: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I can do that for you.
Lucky: No, it's okay, I can do it myself.
Elizabeth: No, really, it's no problem.
Epiphany: Elizabeth, there's a patient in distress in 1023. They need you down there, stat.
Lucky: You know what? Why don't you go ahead? I think I have my spare key for the car.
Epiphany: Do you have lead in your shoes?
Elizabeth: Oh, catch you later.
Tracy: Monica, help me out, would you? I've forgotten -- how many times have you postponed your malpractice hearing?
Monica: Twice, and that was because of scheduling conflicts. What do you want?
Tracy: Justice. First thing, I want you to let me back in the house.
Monica: Well, I don't think so.
Tracy: Think again.
Patrick: We knew going in we were only able to regain about 90% of the feeling and function in your hand, that it was going to take time and multiple surgeries. One of the doctors that we had conferenced in -- he's been working with this microsurgical equipment stuff that we won't have for another year. He's the best, and he's got the best tools.
Jason: What's the downside?
Patrick: Well, with any surgery, there's risk. But there's a huge upside here. This is your best shot at regaining full function of your hands.
Jason: Where's -- where's this doctor located?
Patrick: He's in Seattle. There's a lot of people wanting to work with him. I want you to go as soon as he's available.
Elizabeth: You're going away?
Tracy: Look familiar?
Monica: No. No. Where did you pick it up -- some thrift shop?
Tracy: Actually, I got it out of the trash where you threw it after a certain unfortunate event.
Monica: Well, it's not mine.
Tracy: Really? Your size, your color. Your favorite perfume and -- oh, I believe it's a little bit of your favorite vodka which must've spilled out of your favorite flask when you were driving drunk and running into municipal park benches and Sam McCall.
Monica: That never happened.
Tracy: Really? Tell it to the judge -- better yet, tell it to the hospital board at your new hearing.
Monica: Give it to me.
Tracy: No! No, no, no, no, no, that is evidence in a crime, proof of your wonton disregard for human life.
Monica: Oh, excuse me; I happen to have saved your worthless husband's life.
Tracy: Excuse me -- you practically killed him.
Monica: And I have a group of expert cardiologists that will say that if I hadn't operated, he would have died.
Tracy: I have half the hospital that will -- excuse me, excuse me -- that will say that you were drunk when you picked up that scalpel.
Monica: You vindictive witch!
Tracy: Oh, you haven't seen anything yet.
Monica: You are never, ever, ever coming back to that house.
Tracy: That is my family home, Monica.
Monica: What? Your idea of family is nothing but backstabbing and bitching!
Tracy: You know what? That's the pot calling the kettle black.
Monica: Tracy -- Tracy! Excuse me.
Patrick: As Nurse Webber can attest, I have a bit of an ego when it comes to my reputation.
Elizabeth: Just a bit.
Patrick: I rarely give my patients up to other surgeons, but I have confidence in Dr. Brown. This is your best possible outcome.
Elizabeth: That's great news.
Jason: How soon?
Patrick: I'll call him right now, tell him you're ready when he is. Okay.
Elizabeth: Well, that's good news. About yesterday with Sonny, I realize I came on a little strong --
Jason: No, Sonny, he -- he can take it.
Elizabeth: I know, but it's your life.
Jason: No, we don't have to talk about that. I mean, you're my life right now and Jake.
Elizabeth: I have to take this.
Jason: No, but there's so much that I -- I want to say --
Elizabeth: Just wait. This won't take long. I'll be right back.
Claudia: Are you crazy? I could dump your body on the courthouse steps and no one would care, not even your own son.
Trevor: Never happen.
Claudia: You would be really wise to take me seriously.
Trevor: Claudia, I do take you seriously. And you would be wise to take me seriously. This family will die without my influence.
Claudia: Where's your influence in getting us that waterfront property that your son happens to own, Trevor? Why haven't you made an ally of this Moreau character?
Trevor: Come on, Claudia, give me a break, huh? Everything is happening --
Claudia: No, no, it's not! I'm sorry! You're a joke, Trevor -- a joke. And Sonny Corinthos makes you look more and more like one every single day.
Trevor: Come on. I'll make you a deal. You don't talk about my relationship with Sonny and I won't talk about yours.
Claudia: Sonny was just a boy when he took Ric's mother, Adela, away from you, huh? And then he turned around and did the same thing with Kate Howard.
Claudia: Talk about your winning streak.
Trevor: A -- for all the homework that you've done on me. F -- You haven't found anything that you can use on me yet. Are you frustrated?
Claudia: Not at all. I'm a resourceful woman.
Trevor: With many secrets -- which I know.
Claudia: You'd be wise to take them to your grave, Trevors. You'd stay alive a lot longer!
Carly: Jax and I want to go to the police.
Sonny: No, no, don’t.
Carly: We don't have anything.
Sonny: I got a lead, I got a lead.
Carly: What kind of a lead?
Sonny: It's all I got right now. I'm just checking it out.
Carly: Well, when did you get this lead?
Sonny: A few hours ago.
Carly: Well, what is it? Does someone have him? Is he on a bus, on a train? Where is he?
Sonny: No, no, no -- you just go home, let me deal with this.
Carly: I'm not going home!
Sonny: You are pregnant. You're going to get stressed out; you don't need that right now.
Carly: Don't -- don't you dare patronize me, okay? You talk about stress -- Michael is my child, he's been missing for days. Don't shut me out here.
Sonny: Whatever I tell you, your -- your mind's going to go in every other direction, so what am I supposed to do?
Carly: Don't you think it already has? Don't you think I've already thought of every possible scenario? My mind can't go anywhere else! What's going on -- is he hurt? Does someone have him?
Sonny: No, no, nothing like that.
Carly: What is it?
Sonny: Michael's going to be okay. Listen. I'll fix it, I'll fix everything.
Ric: You know, I've always had so much anger towards Sonny and then even when I did try to make amends, there was always that resentment that was right beneath the surface.
Alexis: So you're honestly telling me that it's not anymore?
Ric: Well, I'm a work in progress.
Alexis: So what brought this on?
Ric: I have a daughter. I want her to be proud of her father. I want her to be able to love her sister and her uncle, and figured that starts with me standing on my own two feet, realizing that I'm in charge of my own life -- no blame, no excuses.
Alexis: Hmm. Where would life be without excuses?
Ric: Hmm. Well, I'm not really sure but I'm -- I'm finding out.
Alexis: If you ever need a crutch and you want to go out for ice cream or something with the girls, so we can remind each other what's really important in life, you can call me.
Ric: I may take you up on that sometime. But for right now, I seem to be doing pretty well.
Jax: Sonny didn't tell you anything?
Carly: No. He told me that everything was going to be okay and not to worry.
Jax: He always has to be the hero.
Carly: Something's up. Something's up because Sonny was so anxious and angry about Michael being missing, and now he's calm. He's just calm.
Jax: Well, maybe this -- this lead reassured him.
Carly: I just want him home.
Jax: Hey, hey. We both do.
Carly: I just want him home.
Jax: I know. I'm going to go meet with my investigators again, okay?
Carly: Yes, yeah.
Jax: You'll be fine here?
Carly: I'm okay.
Jax: Call me if you need anything.
Carly: I will.
Jax: Okay. I love you.
Carly: I love you, too.
Kate: Any news on Michael?
Sonny: We got a lead. Um -- it looks like he ran away.
Kate: He did? Run away? Do you know why?
Sonny: Well, something I did or -- or said, I don't know. It's the way they -- it's just very complicated, yeah.
Kate: Is he okay, Sonny?
Sonny: I think so.
Kate: Well, that's -- that's wonderful news. You must be relieved.
Sonny: You know what I'm worried about? What I'm going to say to him when I -- when I see him.
Kate: You're going to tell him you love him.
Sonny: Well, I -- I hope that's my first instinct. But, you know, it looks like he deliberately disobeyed me.
Sonny: And, you know, I mean -- I don't know. I -- it's tough but I -- there's nothing I can do about it right now.
Kate: Sonny, you're going to work things out with Michael.
Sonny: Yeah, I know.
Kate: It's going to be fine.
Sonny: I know, I know, I know. What about us?
Kate: What do you mean?
Sonny: "What do I -- what do I mean?" What can I do to make up for what's happened?
Kate: I don't know. I'm just hoping my condition isn't permanent.
Sonny: Well, the doctors -- you know, you're taking the --
Kate: I'm not talking about my heart -- well, my physical heart. It was very nice of Max to let me in last night.
Sonny: Well, he likes you a lot.
Kate: No, he likes that you're happy with me. He doesn't want you to get back with Carly -- he's too smitten with her to see straight.
Sonny: Max isn't very good at covering it.
Kate: Well, what man is? Like you and Carly?
Sonny: Why do you keep bringing that up? You know I'm not in love with her anymore.
Kate: I know, but Carly has this quality you seem to like in a woman -- a casual confidence, a brash carelessness that catches your eye.
Sonny: Only when I'm in the mood.
Sonny: Okay, we're both talking around something here. And -- we just need to go ahead and say it.
Monica: That is my property!
Tracy: You threw in the trash -- one has to wonder why.
Monica: It is none of your business.
Tracy: Monica -- Monica! Monica, you left the hospital wearing that shirt and then, all of a sudden, you come back wearing scrubs saying your car had been stolen! And then they find the car smashed into a park bench right near the site of a hit-and-run.
Monica: Absolutely no connection.
Tracy: Then why are you working so hard to get that shirt back?
Monica: Because you are railroading me!
Tracy: Oh, Dr. Ford. You let me back in the house, Monica, and I will give you the blouse.
Monica: Give me the blouse and I will think about it.
Tracy: No deal. Oh! Oh, well, keep that part as a souvenir of your career. I'll see you in the boardroom.
Ric: Well, how much longer until you get home?
Marianna: My shift is almost over.
Ric: Good. Then I'll come pick you up.
Marianna: No, that's okay. I am going to take the bus -- and don't try and talk me out of it. I checked the schedule and I'm all set.
Ric: You're just not going to give me a chance to be gallant, are you?
Marianna: Baby, you've been gallant since the moment I met you.
Ric: Well, I'm glad you noticed. And I'm going to get to show you my domestic capabilities, as well. I'm going to have dinner waiting for you by the time you get home.
Marianna: Huh. That sounds wonderful -- I'm starved.
Marianna: I got to go. Um -- I'll -- I'll see you later. Bye.
Trevor: Who are you smiling at? My naive son?
Marianna: You know, your son's a good man.
Trevor: Most people in this town would disagree with you.
Marianna: People can change.
Trevor: Oh, so can -- except you and my son just get more skilled at hiding who you really are. For instance, you have always been an opportunistic little tramp.
Mike: Excuse me.
Mike: Is there a problem here?
Trevor: Well, there could be. Have you taken a look at her papers? She's not allowed to work here, let alone live in the United States.
Marianna: I have my papers.
Trevor: Oh, I think you ought to look at them again.
Mike: Do you know this guy?
Marianna: Yes. He's Ric's father.
Mike: Trevor Lansing.
Trevor: Mm-hmm. And who are you?
Mike: Mike Corbin.
Trevor: Ah -- Sonny's father. Aren't you the drunken gambler who left Adela and his kid alone? Looks like life has really treated you pretty well.
Mike: You know, I heard you were around. I -- I was going to look you up.
Trevor: I don't think that you and I have anything to say to one another.
Mike: Well, I'll keep it really simple -- we serve a higher class of customer here.
Mike: So why don't you try the roach coach down the street -- now?
Maxie: What's going on, Spinelli? You're taking forever.
Spinelli: I'm reluctant to leave the shadows.
Maxie: Clothes don't fit?
Spinelli: Oh, if the helpful blond one is referring to measurements, the fit is correct but --
Spinelli: In terms of the Jackal's personality, I think the match is awkward at best. And I can tell by your face that you agree.
Maxie: Hmm -- no. No, I actually think that you look kind of cool.
Spinelli: Really? Cool -- huh. Uh, well, the Jackal basks in the blond one's praise.
Maxie: Yeah, but you still didn't tell me how you lost your other clothes.
Spinelli: Ah. Those grisly details are no longer important.
Maxie: I'm just going to hound you until you tell me, and I know you know how annoying I can be, so you might as well.
Spinelli: Look, I was trying to sneak aboard the same vessel that the little dude stowed away upon, but the big sue 2 had already left, so I stowed upon Big Sue III, whose operators took great exception to my being there and decided to teach me a lesson by relieving me of my wardrobe.
Maxie: Oh. Well, how'd you get away?
Spinelli: Well, luckily for the Jackal and his trusty laptop, the deck of the ship was well lubricated by fishly innards.
Spinelli: Well, I -- naturally, I skated to safety and did a somewhat gymnastic maneuver to disembark from the ship and landed just before the ship took off from the dock.
Maxie: Oh, wow.
Maxie: I wish I could've been there to see that -- I mean, I don't wish I could've seen that. But -- so you didn't find Michael?
Spinelli: Uh, no, that's a negative, but floating through cyberspace, I did find remnants of the text message killer's laptop that was being unsuccessfully dissect--
Maxie: Translation, please?
Spinelli: It appears that evil Al's dark progeny was planning on detonating the explosive devices by remote computer command.
Maxie: Oh, my God -- where?
Spinelli: That's what the Jackal is endeavoring to find out.
Maxie: I don't know if we should be messing around with this.
Spinelli: You doubt the Jackal's prowess, after so many exhibitions of my cyber skills?
Maxie: Well, it did shake faith a teeny bit when you got us stuck in that sewer together.
Spinelli: Huh. Okay, look, just -- can you just imagine the -- the dark mayhem that the text message killer was -- was planning by -- by exploding all these --
Maxie: I'm just saying Diego is crazy, and what if he was trying to plan on blowing up the whole city? What if you press the wrong key or something?
Spinelli: Prophetic words.
Maxie: Why is that beeping?
Elizabeth: Sorry that took so long.
Marianna: Just go. Stop making so much trouble.
Trevor: Trouble? You don't know what kind of trouble is going to hit you.
Marianna: You know, I got to finish up.
Trevor: What you need to do is finish your deal with me -- to steal that deed from Ric.
Marianna: The deal is off.
Trevor: Mm-hmm. You sleep with my son a couple of weeks and you get starry-eyed? "Off"? Wake up -- before I tell him why you really did get cozy on Martha ’s Vineyard.
Marianna: I don't care what you do to me, Trevor.
Trevor: Maybe not. But you will care what I do to Ric.
Marianna: What do you mean?
Randy: Looks like you got yourself in a corner.
Marianna: Oh, leave me alone.
Randy: Hey, take it easy.
Marianna: Leave me alone.
Randy: Maybe I can help you out -- if the price is right.
[Knock on door]
Claudia: Richard Lansing.
Ric: Yeah, that's right.
Claudia: I think it's about time you and I got acquainted.
Kate: I didn't know how to bring it up. I guess I was hoping that you would tell me on your own accord.
Sonny: Tell you what?
Kate: You slept with someone after our fight, didn't you?
Michael: Hi, Mom.
Carly: Michael? Where are you?
Michael: I'm in Port Charles.
>> On the next "General Hospital" --
Claudia: This might be your lucky night.
Sonny: Claudia Zacchara is nothing. It was one night, Kate.
Carly: Where are you?
Carly: Michael? Oh, baby.
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