General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 5/13/09
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Rebecca: Hey, these are the films you were waiting for.
Epiphany: If you're going back to radiology, take this with you please.
Rebecca: All right, thanks.
Nikolas: Hey, Ms. Shaw, I need your opinion on something.
Rebecca: Uh-huh. My opinion is Mr. Krakowski needs a hip replacement.
Nikolas: Well, if I buy him a new one, will you stop?
Rebecca: I shouldn't.
Nikolas: Well, see, this matter requires your personal attention and your professional expertise.
Rebecca: Right. I can't imagine what that is.
Nikolas: Well, see, I need a full workup, and I think that you're just the woman to give it to me.
Lulu: Kate Howard's office. Thank you. That was the doorman. Kate is on her way up.
Maxie: Did you tell the doorman it was nice knowing him?
Lulu: Do you have everything ready for Kate?
Maxie: Why bother? These are our last few moments as "Crimson" employees. I mean, when Kate finds out Spinelli couldn't find the thief, we're both out of jobs.
Ethan: I swear to God, Billy, if Holly's in trouble and you're holding out on me, I will rip your eyeballs out of your bloody face and hang them from my rearview mirror! Is that understood? Good. Then find out what you can and get back to me.
Luke: Was that Australia?
Ethan: A friend of a friend who knew Holly back home.
Luke: You think she's in trouble?
Ethan: I don't know. You tell me. You were the one talking to her when the line went dead.
Luke: Your concern for her is touching, and it tells me that I'm not the only one who thinks that she's your mama.
Jax: Healthy food. Don't give me that look. Come on, we had a deal. If you're going to sit here all night with Michael, then you're going to eat healthy food.
Carly: I want to be here when he opens his eyes, you know?
Jax: You will be.
Carly: What did you bring me?
Jax: Steel cut oatmeal, blueberries, bananas. It's very healthy. It's very good for you.
Carly: I would never eat that, ever.
Jax: You know what? I had the chef at the Metro Court make you this and walk it across the street. You're going to thank me when our little girl is born healthy and strong.
Carly: I will thank you.
Jax: It's not so bad. Here.
Carly: Yeah, it is.
Jax: Come on, have a blueberry.
[Knock at door]
Patrick: How's everybody doing?
Carly: Hey. You thought you'd walk in here and find Michael awake, didn't you?
Jax: I guess no two patients are the same. It must be almost impossible to determine an accurate timetable for Michael to wake up.
Patrick: Even more so because the procedure is experimental.
Carly: Okay, well, the fact that he's not awake yet doesn't have to be a bad sign, right?
Patrick: No, the procedure was only done a few hours ago.
Patrick: Right now our main focus is to monitor Michael and guard against infection.
Carly: Okay, so, that's what we'll do.
Patrick: I'll see you.
Jax: Promise to pace yourself, okay?
Carly: Yeah. The baby and I are fine. We are.
Carly: I know how determined my son is. Michael's going to wake up and when he does, we're going to be here to welcome him.
Jax: I wish there was something that I could do.
Carly: You know, there is.
Nikolas: No, really, it's a very serious condition. Here, feel this.
Rebecca: You're going to get me into so much trouble.
Nikolas: God, the pain, the pain. Do you feel that? It's not really so much like a pain. It's more like a pressure, a feeling, you know? It's starts at my heart and then it works its way down to my lower extremities.
Rebecca: What? Did you read that at
Nikolas: I happen to mean every word of what I just said.
Rebecca: Well, you're pretty adorable, but I'm on the clock.
Nikolas: Well, does Mr. Krack-a-wock-a-fosky -- is his life hanging in the balance?
Nikolas: Well, see, there you go. And as a principal benefactor of this hospital, it's impossible for you to get in trouble to talk to me.
Epiphany: This ends now.
Lulu: How many times has Kate tried to fire us?
Maxie: Lulu, this is different. That shoe layout was one of a kind. And whoever stole it and turned it over to "Couture" not only took "Crimson's" intellectual property, they left a huge gaping hole in our summer issue. If there's one thing Kate cannot forgive it's a screw up that costs money. The worst part about this is you're probably going to lose your job, too, because of Kate's stupid rule. Whatever happens to one of us --
Lulu: Happens to both.
Maxie: Do you get how serious this is now?
Lulu: Kate is a business woman, okay? What we have to do is show her that losing us will cost more than the stupid shoe layout.
Maxie: Do you remember how stubborn Kate is?
Lulu: Maxie, never give up. I thought you loved fashion? I thought you wanted to rise to the top and stay there forever?
Maxie: Of course I do.
Lulu: Okay, so then don't give up without a fight. Show Kate that she will be lost without you. Jonas wants to move the call back an hour and the ambassador's lunch is at 1:00.
Maxie: Feddy wants to set up a conference with you. I can take care of it if you'd like.
Kate: Well, it's nice to see you both so energetic and dressed for success, but it's too little too late. The only message I want is the one telling me who the leak is.
Maxie: We're wrapping it up, you know, this close.
Kate: You had 24-hours to figure it out.
Maxie: I understand that, but --
Kate: But nothing. You're both fired.
Ethan: Just because I'm worried about Holly doesn't mean I think she's my mom.
Luke: Okay, if you say so.
Ethan: You were on the phone with her when the line cut off, okay, and she hasn't called back since. And you know as well as I do that if she cons the wrong person, she could be in over her head.
Luke: English has managed to get along just fine without an assist from you or me for most of her life. But this concern, ever since I brought up the possibility that she could be related to you, it tells me that you are as invested as I am in believing that the three of us could be family.
Ethan: All right, you want me to say it? I'll say it. You've managed to plant seeds of doubt, okay? Possibility, even. It's rattling around in there. What if you and Holly are my parents?
Jax: All right, thanks. Thanks for keeping me posted.
Olivia: Hey, boss. Fresh brewed coffee, kona beans ground just the way you like, some herbal tea for Carly, and some paperwork from the hotel that can't wait for your signature.
Jax: Oh, kona coffee. Thank you so much.
Olivia: So I hope you don't mind. I asked the floor nurse about Michael's condition this morning. She said he was stable.
Jax: Yeah, his vital signs are good; at least that's what they tell us. He hasn't woken up yet.
Olivia: Well, that's something. It wasn't even supposed to make it through. I mean, that's something, right?
Jax: Yeah, look, I'm going to have to wait here until we know more.
Olivia: Well, you'll hate to hear this, but it turns out you're totally expendable, at least in the short term. Anything at the hotel I can handle. Anything I can't handle, I can bring to you.
Jax: Well, it gives me great peace to know that you're there running the ship.
Olivia: How's Carly? Don't answer that. I'm a mother. I know exactly how she must be.
Jax: Well, actually, she's the reason I called you. She has a request.
Olivia: Anything she needs.
Jax: She would like Michael's room ready. She's convinced that he's coming home.
Carly: Can you believe Jax brought me oatmeal? It's so gross. You know I hate that stuff. It tastes like paste. But Jax says what's good for me is good for the baby, and, well, that's what's most important to me, so I can be a good mom to you and Morgan and -- you know, I guess the blueberries are okay. When you were a baby, you loved blueberries. It wasn't until you were older that I couldn't get you to touch fruit. Of course, I blame myself for that because I'm a junk food junkie and all.
[Knock at door]
Patrick: I just thought I'd check on Michael's vitals.
Carly: Well, they have nurses that come around to do that.
Patrick: Yeah, I know, but I'm a neurosurgeon on a power trip.
Carly: It took a pretty big ego to go against Dr. Hensen and do the surgery. I'm grateful.
Patrick: Let's save that for when Michael wakes up, all right?
Carly: And he will any minute now.
Diane: Thank you.
Alexis: Oh, good, I thought you got hung up in court.
Diane: And Miss Cartullo's trunk show, my favorite shoe designer? For this -- let me have it. Let me have it. For this I would argue in front of the Supreme Court.
Alexis: I paid two legal aides to stand in line for us because I wanted to avoid that angry mob as long as possible.
Diane: Brilliant. Did you see these gorgeous gladiator sandals?
Alexis: They're very you. Listen, keep your eyes off of these, the acid green open-toed sling-backs.
Diane: Acid green? Let me think about. Okay, I wouldn't be caught dead in them.
Alexis: Speaking of which, I got your request for that plea bargain for Tommy Stiles.
Diane: Two years with time served. Oh, I love these snakeskin ankle boots.
Alexis: In red?
Diane: Blood red.
Alexis: You know what? He's not getting off this time with a slap on the wrist, because he's a multiple offender.
Diane: Alexis, you are not going to get under Sonny's skin by throwing a book at one of his minor employees. All right now, these would look brilliant with your Neela Lorente pinstripe suit.
Alexis: You are so non-linear with shoes. It's just funny. It's --
Diane: Which is why you should never go shoe shopping without me. We will revisit Mr. Stiles at another time.
Alexis: Let me see if I got my credit card.
Max: Good morning, Ms. Davis.
Alexis: Oh, God.
Max: Ms. Miller.
Max: Your office told me I could find you here.
Alexis: Hi, Max. We're going to a boutique. There's a sale --
Max: I happen to be off duty right now, and I have my hotel passkey. Did I mention you look bodacious this morning?
Diane: Bodacious. Okay, oops, I just remembered I have a phone call to make. So I'm sure you can handle this without me.
Alexis: I gave up two meetings for this. Don't you dare.
Diane: You'll be fine. I'll be back in 10, 30 -- 45 minutes.
Nikolas: If I want to take a moment with a member of this staff, that's my prerogative.
Epiphany: I would call that sexual harassment.
Nikolas: Sexual? Do you feel harassed?
Rebecca: No, not at all.
Epiphany: So you dodged that bullet. It's still inappropriate. If Mr. Cassadine wants to run after someone who may or may not remind him of his poor dead wife, that's his business. And if you're fool enough to get involved with a man who may or may not call you by another woman's name, that's your business. But you do it on your own time. You're on my clock now.
Rebecca: All right, I'm sorry, Nurse Johnson. You're right.
Nikolas: Meet me at the Metro Court after your shift.
Epiphany: I'm sure you have some place important to be.
Kate: So be sure to leave a list of your responsibilities to your replacements and turn in your IDs.
Maxie: Wait, Kate, I'm not going to stand here and defend myself, even though I know this was not my fault. The shoe layout was taken on my watch and I was the one who insisted we hire Spinelli to trace the leak, so I think that you should fire me, but not Lulu. She's done a really good job, and she could probably help train my replacement. She could probably replace me herself. It would just be good business. You know, you wouldn't have to break in two new girls.
Lulu: Okay, this is ridiculous. Maxie is clearly the best asset here, and she was born to do fashion. Besides, she has a great relationship with the vendors and the designers. So if you need to prove a point to people at "Crimson," fire me. Maxie needs to stay.
Kate: It's very noble, the two of you trying to save each other's jobs. It's sweet in an annoying, cloying sort of way, but it's too late. You're both done.
Spinelli: Good news. The Jackal cracked the case, cracked it wide open, cracked it like a nut.
Luke: Maybe it's true I didn't particularly want the kids I already have, but I love them and I would put myself in front of a train for either one of them.
Ethan: Well, do me a favor and don't invite me to any family reunions.
Luke: Well, do me a favor and stop sounding like me.
Ethan: Look, all I did was admit the possibility that you and Holly are my parents and that maybe Tracy tampered with the test results.
Luke: There's no doubt about it, dodge. She freaked out when Lulu kissed you.
Ethan: Well, maybe if you'd have given me a heads up, I could have put the brakes on.
Luke: But why would I want to do that? The kiss worked, didn't it? It made her show her hand.
Ethan: Look, none of this crap would be necessary if Tracy wasn't so dead set against me being your son. Now, why is that?
Luke: Well, it's simple. Because if you're my son, you're Holly's son.
Luke: So my wife is perversely possessive of me.
Tracy: Mr. Lovett, still here?
Ethan: I couldn't leave when you had such a poor opinion of me. Besides, I'd miss Lulu right when things are starting to get so interesting.
Luke: Oh! Now, here's a woman with perfect timing, the lovely Holly Sutton. Hello.
Spinelli: The Jackal does not accept failure, especially when it pertains to his friends and of course the fashionista, whose approval could be a plus to the future of McCall and Jackal P.I.
Kate: Is this going to take long?
Lulu: She wants us to pack our desks.
Spinelli: That won't be necessary. The Jackal conducted an extensive search of security footage from the "Crimson" office cameras, the Metro Court lobby, and the parking garage. The footage tracks the movements of any "Crimson" employee entrusted with computer access codes coinciding with the theft in question.
Kate: Okay, I'm not hearing proof, Spinelli.
Spinelli: Actually, it's right here, just if the countess of "Crimson" could have just a little patience.
Maxie: "Crimson," this is Maxie. Hold on one second. It's Warren on line two.
Kate: Oh, good. Someone who remembers we're conducting business here. Well, girls, it looks like you should still keep packing.
Lulu: I meant what I said. Kate will never find anyone to replace you.
Maxie: You're right, but I probably would not have lasted this long if you hadn't been here to cover for me as much as you did.
Spinelli: While the reconciliation of the blonde ones in the face of catastrophe is heartwarming, it is a bit premature. Behold.
Spinelli: The false fashionista, traitor to the house of "Crimson."
Maxie: That bitch.
Rebecca: Okay, I know it's taking longer than we planned, but things couldn't be going better. I got to go.
Edward: I want you to know, my dear girl, that I'm not stalking you, but I must admit that my heart skips a beat every time I see your lovely face. Oh, my, you do so resemble my precious granddaughter.
Rebecca: I wish there was something I could do about that, Mr. Quartermaine, but it was the face I was born with and I've kind of gotten used to it.
Edward: You know, I have to admit something terrible. I am a bit lost -- in my own hospital, no less. I can't seem to find my way around since the renovations. I'm looking for my great-grandson's room.
Rebecca: Oh, no, don't be embarrassed. Listen, I find it hard to navigate through these halls, too, and I work here every day. What's your great-grandson's name?
Edward: Michael Corinthos, and he is suffering because no adult in his life, including me, took care to keep him safe.
Bobbie: How are you?
Carly: That depends. Do you have a muffin from Kelly’s? Don't answer that question. I had a very healthy breakfast according to my husband. He said I'll learn to like oatmeal and fruit.
Bobbie: Well, I doubt that, but you will be grateful that you took very good care of yourself and your baby, as am I.
Carly: Anything in there I should know about?
Bobbie: Well, there's been no change since the surgery, but Michael is stable. It's still early.
Carly: That's what Patrick keeps saying. I'm just impatient.
Bobbie: You always are.
Carly: You know what I was thinking about? I was thinking how much Michael's going to love having a little sister. You know how protective he is with Morgan.
Bobbie: Baby steps, honey. It was a complicated surgery.
Carly: Did you hear what happened in the surgery? Michael's heart stopped. I was scared to death, and Patrick was amazing. He pulled Michael through. I just can't wait to look him in the eye, you know? I can't wait to hear his voice. It's been a whole year, mom. I miss my son so much.
Jax: Carly wants Michael to know that we've been thinking about him and that he's still very much a part of the family. Redoing his room is her way of showing that. She thinks that everything's going to go back to normal after he wakes up, you know, exactly how it was before the shooting.
Olivia: Well, you knew there was a really good chance that Michael wasn't even going to make it through the surgery, right? But he did. So maybe you just need to celebrate that.
Jax: I know you're saying I shouldn't be so negative, but there are a lot of possibilities here. And if I don't acknowledge them or at least say them out loud, I'm going to explode.
Olivia: Okay, well, the last thing we need is for you to have a heart attack. So whatever you need to say, I'm here, just unload.
Jax: Okay, well, there are a lot of things that we don't know. I mean, will Michael be able to speak if he wakes up? Will he be able to walk? Will he even recognize his own mother? I mean, these are all questions that I have that I can't ask in front of Carly.
Olivia: Jax, these are the same questions that Carly has, but she's just got to keep believing. That's her only option.
Jax: So she paints his room and orders furniture, tells the architect to add another room to the new house? What if Michael doesn't wake up? Then all we are building are shrines to his memory.
Olivia: Well, that's the hardest part about faith. You can't do it halfway. You just got to talk a leap against logic, against fear, and that's what Carly's doing here, Jax. This isn't about building a room or hanging some curtains or whatever. This is Carly needing to know that you have faith too.
Diane: Oh, Max. I love your spontaneity. Help me up. Help me up, help me up. Oh, God. It never ceases to amaze me how a man as hunky as you is so elastic.
Max: Get over here. You haven't seen anything yet.
Diane: I have seen everything, multiple times. But there are sandals downstairs with my name on them.
Max: You choose shoes over me?
Diane: They remind me of you, my personal gladiator of love. Oh, no, my blouse! Oh, God, what am I going to do?
Max: Sorry about that.
Diane: Don't you dare be sorry, you animal, you. Besides, it's only off the rack. But still, I'm trapped.
Diane: Where are you?
Alexis: Downstairs in the lobby.
Diane: Okay, I need you to go back in the boutique and buy me something to wear. My blouse is now kind of useless, and I'm stranded in the room. Did I miss anything?
Diane: The gladiator sandals?
Alexis: Gone. Whole trunk show -- over. I did pick up a little something for you, though. It's a leopard print thing, sheer down to the navel. I thought you could wear it in court.
Diane: Ha ha ha, very funny. Look, Alexis, just go -- go back in and pick me up a little black dress and we'll call it even.
Alexis: Girls who get distracted don't get to be picky. What room are you in?
Edward: That little boy could have had the world -- the best prep schools, entry into the finest universities, opportunity to learn the family business sitting at my knee. I tell you, Michael's future was limitless. Congressman, senator -- who knows? Instead, I allowed him to be raised by a thug. And now I go to visit him and he's lying there comatose, suffering from a bullet that should have killed that thug that raised him. I tell you, I failed Michael miserably. And I failed the Quartermaine name.
Rebecca: Mr. Quartermaine, maybe it's not too late. If you love Michael, and it sounds like you really do, then don't let another opportunity go by.
Edward: You're very kind, my dear.
Rebecca: Well, I can walk you to his room. I can even stay if you want.
Edward: No, no, no, you're much too busy to try to cheer up an old man.
Rebecca: Well, I have another meeting, but I can cancel, no big deal.
Edward: Let me give you a word of advice -- don't cancel your meeting. If plans were worth making, they're worth keeping. Once you let a moment pass, you'll never get it back. It's gone forever. Is that the number?
Rebecca: Yeah, that's his room.
Edward: All right, thank you. Thank you, dear.
Monica: Oh, hi.
Monica: Michael is stable.
Bobbie: Hmm, well, Carly's decided that he's going to wake up any minute.
Monica: And you're thinking that he should already be awake.
Bobbie: Well, there are no absolutes with this surgery. It's just -- I don't know what's going to happen to her if she gets her hopes up too high. She's dealing with a very complicated pregnancy.
Monica: Well, listen, he could still regain consciousness. You've just got to hold on to that.
Carly: Well, this is a treat.
Carly: Hi. Hey, Michael. Both your grandmothers are here. Don't you want to wake up and say hi?
Spinelli: The culprit enters the copy room after hours, portfolio in hand. Here is the same woman exiting the offices sans portfolio, an indication that she returned it to Maximista's desk.
Maxie: Well, she's a junior editor, so she has an all-access I.D.
Spinelli: And the parking garage camera shows her car exiting the structure at the exact same moment that Maximista and the Jackal began our vehicular pursuit. This is our culprit.
Lulu: Congratulations, Spinelli, you figured this out.
Kate: After all I've done for her. Get me Human Resources.
Lulu: So Maxie was right. She had nothing to do with the layout being stolen.
Maxie: I have Kate Howard for you.
Kate: Gary? Yes, go to Clarice's desk, watch her clean it out, and escort her out of the building. She's being fired for cause. And if she gives you any grief, just tell her she's lucky I don't have her arrested. Get me the proof of the handbag layout. Confirm my dinner with Warren. Get me a car in the city, and schedule a conference call with Paris in the morning. Well, don't make me regret keeping you. Get to work.
Lulu: Jackal, P.I., you are the best. I love you, I love you!
Maxie: Spinelli, you are my hero.
Luke: English? English, I can barely hear you. Can you talk -- what? Trouble? Did you say there's trouble? What kind of trouble? What -- what is all that yelling? Was that a gunshot? Holly? Holly!
Ethan: Why did you hang up on her?
Luke: I lost the connection.
Ethan: Well, call her back.
Tracy: You're idiots! She drops a hook and waits to reel you in. I don't want to watch it.
Ethan: Maybe you could dial back the nasty comments until we know if Holly still draws breath.
Luke: Voice mail.
Ethan: Did she give you a name? Do we know who's messing with her?
Tracy: Of course not. But I'll bet your first alimony check you know exactly where to find her.
Alexis: Hi, Christine. Shoes -- you know what I'm saying? Guard them with your life.
Nikolas: Wasn't sure you'd show.
Rebecca: Hey, yeah, I almost didn't. I ran into Edward Quartermaine, and he was telling me all about the -- never mind. He's a really nice guy, and you forget that the rich have problems, too. But why am I telling you this? So what do you have planned for us?
Nikolas: Well, I got us a table here at the restaurant. If you've never been, it's one of the best in town.
Nikolas: And I also have a room here. You can choose one, both, neither.
Rebecca: Oh, so many choices. So the restaurant's on the top floor, and what's the room number?
Rebecca: So then I guess you've got all the way to the fourth floor to convince me.
Maxie: Kate is leaving for the airport any minute. Have her car waiting for her in Manhattan.
Lulu: Kate has no availability until next Tuesday, so just give me the information so I can give it to her before her conference call. The airport called. You're wheels-up at 11:15, and your car will be waiting for you when you arrive.
Kate: Okay, and my dinner with Warren?
Maxie: He canceled.
Kate: Again? Well, I'm just going to have to remind him how valuable my time is.
Lulu: Um, I scheduled your conference call to Paris.
Kate: Okay. Oh, and will you please book me a massage in my apartment tonight?
Lulu: Yeah, will do.
Maxie: Have a safe trip.
[Lulu and Maxie squeal]
Lulu: We did it!
Maxie: We're awesome!
Spinelli: Uh, the Jackal regrets to inform the ebullient blonde ones that my previous conclusion was erroneous. Clarice is innocent. The real traitor still walks the halls of "Crimson."
Rebecca: You know, when you do it right, the door opens.
Nikolas: I always do it right, sweetheart.
Luke: It's a long flight to Singapore.
Ethan: Well, I've been there. I'm familiar with the back roads and alleys. I could watch your back.
Luke: Okay, come along. Let's see how handy you are.
Tracy: Luke, this could cost you a lot more than money.
Luke: Until I hear a better idea, I'm going.
Tracy: Look, even if Ethan is not in on the con --
Ethan: I'm not!
Tracy: Holly is in it up to her neck, and she's pulling all the strings.
Luke: And that's your job, right?
Tracy: She orchestrated that phone call, Luke, right down to the dial tone. She knows you can't resist playing the hero.
Luke: Don't call me a hero. Opportunist, degenerate --
Tracy: Oh, shut up, you know what I mean. She is nowhere near trouble. She is spinning a web, and you're the fly she wants to catch.
Jax: Olivia brought this tea just for you. She's going to take care of Michael's room. She already made the call. The contractor will be there first thing in the morning.
Carly: Oh, great. I love having her around.
Jax: Yeah, she's very efficient.
Carly: Mm-hmm, and reassuring. Am I doing the right thing? I mean, what if Michael doesn't want his room changed? You know, what if he's mad when he sees it? You know, I ran into this kid named Zack Sterling the other day. Zack was in Michael's class.
Jax: Oh, yeah.
Carly: I barely even recognized him. I couldn't believe it, I mean, they change so much at this age. Even Zack's voice was different. He wasn't a little boy anymore.
Jax: Yeah, I remember when my voice changed. I was afraid to talk to the girls for about a year.
Carly: I think we're just going to have to prepare ourselves, you know? I mean, Michael's going to be different, you know, he's not going to be the same boy he was.
Jax: I know.
Mike: Hey, guys.
Jax: Hey, Mike.
Mike: Is this a bad time?
Carly: No, not at all. Did Sonny fill you in on everything?
Mike: Yeah, yeah, he did. I mean, it's like science fiction, what the doctors did.
Carly: I know.
Mike: It took a lot of guts. I mean, from them and for you to allow it to go through.
Carly: Well, you know, we just did what needed to be done.
Mike: Yeah. So when is he going to wake up?
Carly: Soon. Soon.
Alexis: Did she say 423 or 4 --
Alexis: Yeah, you two keep yukking it up while I'm downstairs wrestling a woman to the ground for your blouse –
Spinelli: See? The falsely accused one goes to her car. 30 seconds later, a different woman goes to a different car, holding the portfolio.
Lulu: You know, Spinelli, you saved our jobs. Maybe we should just leave this alone.
Spinelli: Yeah, but justice hasn't been served.
Lulu: Well, Clarice was a snake. And even if she didn't take it, she obviously helped.
Maxie: But Clarice isn't the thief, and Spinelli is too good at his job to let the true culprit go -- who could, by the way, strike again.
Lulu: You don't care about justice. You just want to latch onto Spinelli. Leave well enough alone.
Maxie: No, Kate wants the truth, and it's our job to give it to her.
Spinelli: Oh, my.
Lulu: What? What did you find?
Spinelli: Behold, the purloined portfolio and its thief caught red-handed.
Lulu and Maxie: That bitch!
Spinelli: The camera doesn't lie. There is no doubt the traitor is none other than the glacial one herself, Kate Howard, editor in chief.
Ethan: I never leave home without it. You've got to be ready for a quick getaway. So it looks like the next flight to Singapore leaves JFK at 10:00. We can make the connection.
Luke: Unless -- wife, you're not using the ELQ jet tonight, are you?
Tracy: Are you kidding? If you're going to play a fool's game, you're going to do it without my help.
Luke: All right. Here, pack these. It's a long flight to Singapore. I'll use it to pocket some of the money you've ripped off me.
Ethan: Well, I just hope we're not too late for Holly.
Tracy: Now, if memory serves, the last time Holly called you in distress, you found her in a five-star hotel getting a hot rock massage.
Luke: You know, you're right. This could be an elaborate scheme of hers. It could be a fool's errand. Except that whether she's in jeopardy or not, she's got answers that the dodger and I need -- unless you'd like to fill in the blanks.
Tracy: You know where to send the postcard.
Luke: How about one for the road?
Luke: Come on, dodge.
Tracy: Bon voyage, you son of a bitch.
Tracy: It's Tracy. File a flight plan. Fuel the jet. I'm going to Singapore.
Carly: When Morgan came along, I'd learned from my mistakes with Michael. It's going to be the same for this little girl. You know, she's going to have two parents that are going to give her everything she wants and everything she needs.
Jax: Yes, she will.
Patrick: Have you noticed any change?
Carly: No. How does he look?
Patrick: He's stable.
Carly: You said that earlier.
Jax: Do you have any idea what's going on, Patrick?
Patrick: You asked me how he looks, and I answered you truthfully.
Carly: I know, but you seem a lot more serious than you were this morning.
Patrick: I expected Michael to be awake by now. If he doesn't regain consciousness in the next few hours, I'm concerned that he never will.
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