General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 6/17/09
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Epiphany: Were you not informed? The patient died.
Patrick: Yes, I realize the patient died. If things actually moved in a timely manner and it made it down to records, can you call them and tell them to bring it up for me, please?
Epiphany: I am not a patient woman, Drake Junior. Sometimes I wish I was. Sometimes I even try to be. This is not one of those times. You and your wife need to improve your communication skills.
Patrick: What does that supposed to mean?
Patrick: Hey, what's going on? I thought you were taking Emma shopping or something.
Robin: Yeah, I decided that Emma could sacrifice one day to make sure that daddy doesn't get sued for wrongful death and/or malpractice, and mommy is going to do what she does best, research and find out exactly what happened to the mayor's mistress. Any objections?
Patrick: No, no, thank you for the help. I was actually thinking about a theory.
Patrick: Well, if we're going to find out what happened to Brianna Hughes, we're going to have to start in the shower.
Spinelli: It fits.
Maxie: I am all yours.
Spinelli: What -- uh, you are? Ah, I'm speechless.
Maxie: That's okay because talking is the last thing I want to do. Not that I'm not interested in what you have to say, but we have plenty of time for that for two glorious weeks.
Spinelli: Two weeks? I don't -- I don't get it.
Maxie: Well, Kate’s gone. Week one, staying at her friend's villa in France, and week two, touring on Donatella's yacht. Can you imagine how much money those people have? They take their yachts on a tour. Anyway, my point is we can spend time together without any constant annoying interruptions. Finally, Spinelli, you and I can explore our newly deeper than ever connection.
Spinelli: Oh, my goodness, Maximista. Are you all right?
Rebecca: Nikolas. I can't fight my feelings any longer. I don't even want to. I don't care if this is right or wrong. I love you.
Emily: Nikolas, please. Stop. Don't do it. Nikolas, please. Nikolas, you can't. Don't. Please. Don't do it, Nikolas. Stop.
Elizabeth: It's okay. You're just dreaming. A pretty bad one from the look on your face.
Nikolas: Yeah. It was Emily. She was trying to tell me something.
Rebecca: I realize it's early, but I've got some time to kill. Can I get a game? Anything will do.
Ethan: Relax. You don't have to pretend like we're strangers. I'm all alone.
Rebecca: Oh, great.
Rebecca: What the hell is going on with you?
Ethan: What do you mean with me? You are the one who barges in throwing punches. What's wrong with you?
Rebecca: Don't even try to play dumb, Ethan. What were you thinking telling Nikolas that dating me was creepy and morbid? Have you changed your mind about helping me go through with this? You've decided to sabotage me now instead? This was your brilliant plan, Ethan. What? I had my own far simpler one, but you convinced me it wouldn't work. You said I had to show up here at Port Charles oblivious of Emily, deny any connection to her, let the people who loved her come to me, and, lo and behold, yeah, you were right. The scam worked beautifully until last night when you came this close to blowing the whole thing out of the water.
Ethan: God, you are so green. I didn't say anything to Nikolas that he wasn't already thinking. By shining a light on it, I forced him to wax defensive, to side with you against an outsider who couldn't possibly understand the situation. I furthered your bond.
Rebecca: Yeah, okay, that's cute. It all sounds good in theory, but it backfired last night, Ethan. Nikolas bailed on me.
Ethan: It doesn't even matter.
Rebecca: It doesn't matter? Nikolas is the point.
Ethan: No, that's where you get off track. Nikolas was never the point. The Quartermaines are the point, and you're making good progress there. We don't need Nikolas or his money or his twisted, morbid obsession with that dead woman.
Rebecca: If you think I'm going to listen to you on this, then you're wrong.
Tracy: Oh, isn't this interesting? What on earth could the two of you be talking about so intently?
Elizabeth: I took the liberty of asking Alfred to make you up a tray.
Nikolas: With much coffee, I hope.
Elizabeth: I told him to brew it so strong that it would make the hairs on your chest stand up.
Nikolas: Please tell me you didn't tell Alfred that you're here to help me because I spent half the night drinking myself in -- into oblivion. I have an image to uphold, you know.
Elizabeth: Come on. You know Alfred and I are both too loyal and discreet to ever go there.
Nikolas: Well, good. Why are you here, by the way? Not that I'm complaining.
Elizabeth: I just wanted to check on you, and finding out Rebecca is Emily's twin hit you hard.
Nikolas: Yeah, it's kind of ironic if you think about it, you know? I mean, my entire life I've been appalled by the men in my family for obsessing to the point of madness over women they should have left alone. Yet here I am.
Elizabeth: Do you remember the dream?
Nikolas: Oh, yeah. I was at the Quartermaine crypt, leaving flowers on Emily's marker, and then suddenly there was Rebecca. She told me she loved me and we started kissing, and then suddenly there was Emily in the doorway. She started screaming at me, screaming, "No, no, please don't do it." Elizabeth, I can't -- I can't shake that image. She was wearing the dress she had on the night she died.
Max: So is this an official interrogation?
Alexis: No, Max, you can relax. That rhymes. Just having a friendly chat. Please sit.
Max: Ah, well, should I call my lawyer? That would be Ms. Miller, by the way.
Alexis: Yes, I know that, Max. You don't need a lawyer. Sit. Actually this is about Diane.
Max: Is she in some kind of trouble?
Alexis: I'm not sure, but I think that you might be able to help.
Max: Name it.
Alexis: I was hoping that you would feel that way. I'm also hoping that you might be able to discourage her from pursuing a malpractice suit against Matt hunter and Patrick Drake.
Max: This is about her work?
Alexis: If she goes through with this suit, there will be a lot of consequences for a lot of people, a lot of decent people. I'm hoping you can get her to stop.
Max: I'm sorry, Ms. Davis. I'm not touching this one.
Spinelli: Maximista, I am mortified that I spilled you on your beauteous backside.
Maxie: No, it's okay, but what's going on? You seem so distracted. You've barely even had a reaction to the thought of spending time alone with me. Should I be insecure? Is it Winnifred again?
Spinelli: No, the priestess is happily ensconced as head of online security for some major film studio.
Maxie: Well, if not Winnifred, then what?
Spinelli: I've been pondering the mysteries surrounding the maladroit mayor's mistress.
Maxie: Who cares? No, no, no. I didn't mean that literally. You know, of course I care that a human being died in a somewhat humiliating way, but it's not like someone's paying you to be driven to distraction. Or did someone actually hire you to solve this case?
Spinelli: Not exactly, although fair Samantha did secure the assignment of catching the mayor with his pants down, so to speak, but -- so, in theory, McCall and Jackal could be called upon for further investigation. So any forethought would only be helpful.
Maxie: Is that why you're so brilliant, because you always think ahead?
Spinelli: It has always been a simultaneous blessing and a curse that I have an overactive imagination. Another reason why the intricacies of this case have captured my thoughts.
Maxie: I am giving you a much better use of your time. Spinelli, did you hear me? Kate is away. We could play. We could have picnics by the lake or spend the weekend in the cape or have shopping trips in Manhattan or go to museums. I know you like old and historical stuff like that. If you tell me about them, I might learn to grow in appreciation for them too.
Spinelli: I am especially intrigued by the cape, although I must caution you. I require constant application of sun block. I freckle with too much sun exposure.
Maxie: Well, that will be my responsibility, to make sure that every inch of your body is safe, sound, and happy.
Spinelli: Ah... how about we strike a bargain? Okay, if we partake in the sun and shore delights after, first we -- um, we find whether or not the mayor bludgeoned his mistress, yes?
Maxie: You want my help?
Spinelli: Of course. Maximista's valuable insight is always welcome.
Maxie: Yeah, cool. Okay, where do we start?
Spinelli: At the scene of the crime. Actually, at the inception, as it were.
Maxie: As it were, chief. Lead the way.
Alexis: The evidence suggests that there isn't a solid case here. Medical evidence says that Brianna Hughes came to that hospital with a head injury so severe that they didn't think anyone would be able to save her. Now Diane can say there was some big hospital conspiracy, but nobody wants to believe that either, and she might even be charged with misconduct.
Max: Have you tried to talk to Diane about it?
Alexis: Tried and failed.
Max: I know how much she respects your opinion, though.
Alexis: I think she can hear it more easily from you.
Max: I don't think so.
Alexis: You're in a relationship with Diane, right?
Alexis: Sometimes in a relationship you need to just step up and tell people things that they don't necessarily want to hear.
Max: You know, Diane doesn't like me sticking my nose in legal matters. Conflict of interest is what she calls it.
Alexis: She feels safe with you, Max, not just physically but emotionally. And I am hoping she --
[Knock at door]
Diane: Hi, I had a thought about the plea bargain. Well, I guess my invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.
Spinelli: Perhaps I'll handle this as an expose.
Maxie: Like a newspaper article?
Spinelli: Yeah, precisely, a painstaking, hard hitting investigation into the seething cauldron of corruption that lies beneath the law-and-order facade of city government.
Maxie: Okay, Spinelli, but you're not a journalist.
Spinelli: Yes, I suppose that could be a stumbling block.
Maxie: Either way, I really don't think breaking into the mayor's office is such a good idea.
Spinelli: Brianna Hughes was the slimy mayor's assistant. I surmise that it was in this office where the initial attraction was sparked, perhaps even where the early stages of the affair were conducted.
Maxie: Wait a minute. Are you telling me we're going to try and prove that the mayor and Brianna did the nasty on his office couch?
Spinelli: Not to put too fine a point on it, but yes.
Maxie: You're the boss. Spinelli, why don't you let me give it one shot, okay? Well, Robin taught me. Her dad was a super spy. Come on.
Spinelli: Okay, you take the desk.
Maxie: Ugh, what a metrosexual. This is that cheap stuff that lingers on you for hours after the sleaze who's wearing it hugs you.
Mac: Come on, Mayor. You know I'm shorthanded as it is.
Mayor Floyd: That's your problem, Commissioner, not mine.
Elizabeth: I don't think the dream means that Emily is warning you to stay away from Rebecca from the great beyond. It's less complicated, and I don't think it's supernatural. I think it's your subconscious telling you what you already know, and that is being with Rebecca is a terrible idea. And even if -- even if she was the person she's making herself out to be, the sweet, misunderstood victim blindsided by a twist of fate, you still wouldn't be happy with her.
Nikolas: How are you so sure about that?
Elizabeth: Because Rebecca is not Emily, and Emily is the person you love. You need to give yourself permission to grieve for Emily, and then, Nikolas, you need to let her go.
Rebecca: I realize you're part owner of the casino. So that means Ethan gets to stand here and get interrogated by you. I don't.
Tracy: Nice try, but I will not be deflected from this fascinating coincidence. Emily's long lost sister and Luke’s long lost son in an intense conversation which couldn't be about anything but somebody else's money.
Ethan: Look, I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Tracy, but there's no vast conspiracy here. Although I would love to run a good scam with Rebecca. She is quite alluring. She only wants to discuss the details of a card game I'm setting up.
Tracy: That was good. Tell me another one.
Rebecca: We'll talk about the game another time.
Tracy: She could use a few pointers. She's not nearly as good as you.
Ethan: Entertain suspicions of Rebecca somewhere else. We actually have a more pressing matter to deal with. I think Luke might be in trouble.
Alexis: Actually Max just stopped by to give me an update on Michael's condition, and I haven't been able to get to the hospital. And so thanks for that update. I don't want to take up any more of your time.
Max: Well, well, works for me. I'll see you later.
Diane: Not so fast.
Diane: I know that panicked look in your eye. It means you're hiding something. If I didn't know better, I would say my very dear friend is putting the moves on my guy.
Max: For shame, Diane. I have never, ever seen Ms. Davis as a sexual object.
Alexis: Thanks, Max.
Max: You know, I stared at her doors for over two years when she lived across the hall from Mr. C. I know the most intimate details of Ms. Davis' life, more than I'm happy about or comfortable with. But our relationship has never been anything but courteous and professional, and I resent you saying otherwise.
Diane: Well, I'm terribly sorry, Max. Please paint a different scenario for me. Why are you here?
Alexis: Oh, for heaven's sakes, Diane. It's not court. Stop interrogating the poor guy.
Diane: I just asked him a very simple question.
Max: We were worried about you.
Diane: A-ha, why?
Max: You've been working so hard, you know, these big cases and all that pressure.
Diane: Actually, it's just the opposite. Corinthos and Morgan have been shockingly law abiding of late. I've been bored out of my gourd, and until the family of Brianna Hughes approached me about this lawsuit -- but you know this already, don't you?
Diane: I told you.
Max: You may have mentioned it in passing.
Diane: So you're worried about me taking on the Brianna Hughes lawsuit?
Max: Not that specifically. Just in general, you know, in a caring but manly way about your, um...
Diane: My what?
Max: Well, your ambulance chasing.
Diane: Ambulance chasing?
Max: Whoa, Diane, easy, okay? I didn't mean to insult you, okay? Ms. Davis said that if you don't drop this malpractice suit, that your whole career could end up in the toilet.
Mayor Floyd: I'm asking for a couple of cops, Commissioner, not the resources of the entire robbery/homicide division.
Mac: One of those cops is Callahan. He's working five cases right now. Five, and you know why? Because I've had to lay off two cops and I'm looking at cutting two more. And here you come wanting to take more men from the squad to look into some special investigation. Into what, Mayor?
Mayor Floyd: I outrank you, Commissioner, which means I don't have to explain myself. And if you try to block my request, I will make your next review before the council a very arduous experience indeed.
Patrick: Okay, well, it looks pretty standard to me.
Robin: Yeah, I think so.
Patrick: You're about Brianna's height and weight. That's good.
Robin: And you're about as tall as Mayor Floyd, much better looking and in better shape, of course.
Patrick: Well, thank you very much.
Robin: So how do we figure she bumped her head?
Patrick: I don't know, but let's just try it. Come on, hop up.
Patrick: Come on.
Patrick: How's that?
Robin: Ah, that's good. A little bit higher, wasn't it?
Patrick: Okay, how's that?
Patrick: Did you hit it?
Robin: Just a little bit -- [Squealing] a little bit more.
Patrick: I don't want to hurt you.
Patrick: I don't want to hurt you. I know it got physical in there.
Matt: I can't wait to hear the explanation for this.
Tracy: I don't know whether you are genuinely concerned about Luke or just opening up the next jar of scam. I think it's probably the latter. Either way, I don't care if Luke’s in trouble. Been there, done that, done.
Ethan: Look, Luke told me he was sticking around and he told you the very same thing, and now he's gone.
Tracy: He did a very compelling performance as my semi-loyal husband choosing me over the open road for a change. However, I did suspect it was an act. I was right.
Ethan: Look, I understand that this is very difficult for you having him gone.
Tracy: I don't want your understanding.
Lucky: It's the middle of my shift. I'm only here because Lulu insisted I come. Now, let's see. What's the problem?
Ethan: Okay, so, Holly called and said she was in trouble. Luke didn't believe her. He told Holly, myself, and Tracy that he was staying here, and now he's vanished without a trace. So I called Holly, thinking maybe Luke changed his mind and ran after her, but she hasn't heard from him either.
Lucky: I still don't see the problem.
Ethan: I'm telling you Luke's gone missing. Our father's in trouble.
Epiphany: A moment, Mr. Cassadine.
Nikolas: Yes, Nurse Johnson, what can I do for you today?
Epiphany: I would greatly appreciate it if you conducted your personal life on your own time. Young women are distractible. You get my drift?
Nikolas: Actually, no, Nurse Johnson, I don't. So far, all I hear are assumptions. One, that I came here to see Rebecca as opposed to attending a board meeting, and the second most egregious assumption is that you have a say in whom I see when.
Epiphany: I get that you're a big shot around here, Mr. Cassadine. People bow and scrape when you walk by. I'm not intimidated. If I can't get things done around this hospital because you choose to use it as your own little personal hunting ground, I'll take it to the board.
Nikolas: I guess she told me.
Rebecca: I hope you're properly chastised.
Nikolas: I am, but not by her. I owe you an apology for the way I acted last night.
Rebecca: Nikolas, I'd rather know the truth. Now that you know Emily and I are sisters, are we over?
Nikolas: My feelings have.... I guess they have changed somewhat since I found out you were Emily's twin. I feel like I'm right back where I started, looking for ways that you're similar to Emily, and I know that you absolutely hate that.
Rebecca: No, I did. I did, Nikolas, when Emily was a stranger, but now, I mean, the possibilities intrigue me. At least that's my reaction. It seems like yours is more along the lines of what Ethan suggested, right?
Nikolas: It's -- it's just a little off-putting to hear from a bartender that he thinks dating your dead wife's sister is a creepy, morbid thing to do.
Rebecca: I didn't realize that we cared what other people thought.
Nikolas: I know, I know, you're right, we shouldn't. So let's figure out what we're going to do from now on, regardless of what anyone else thinks.
Rebecca: Are you ready to do that?
Nikolas: I... No, honestly I'm not. I just feel like I just need to sit with this for a little while, okay? I'm sorry. I just wanted to apologize to you for avoiding you, and to tell you that I think Emily would have been ecstatic to have a sister like you. The two of you would have loved each other very much, I think. All right, I've got to go, okay? See you.
Ethan: I don't see what is so bloody amusing.
Tracy: For such a promising con, you really are thick. Luke felt the family closing in on him. He departed for greener pastures.
Ethan: He told me he wasn't leaving.
Lucky: He lied.
Lulu: I'm sure that he meant it when he said it to you, but he probably changed his mind.
Tracy: Yeah, he's probably off in search of a broad he hasn't bedded or a bar he hasn't barfed in.
Lulu: Okay, you're not used to this, Ethan. Our dad disappears all the time. It's his pattern. He's here for a few months, and then he gets bored and he takes off. But he always pops up again, so believe me, it's nothing to worry about.
Mayor Floyd: Look, Commissioner, I don't want to resort to threats. I'm asking you nicely. Accommodate me, just as I've accommodated you in the past.
Mac: Is that what all those press conferences were about when you called me incompetent and soft on crime?
Mayor Floyd: I may have justifiably called into question your seeming inability to break the hold of organized crime on this town, but what do you expect me to do when yet another crime spree breaks out on your watch?
Mac: You know, I'm not going to get into a pointless debate on who's responsible for the blight that is Sonny Corinthos.
Mayor Floyd: Are you all right?
Mac: You know what? You want to pull men from the squad, fine. You come down to the PCPD and sign off on it personally.
Mayor Floyd: Okay, I'll walk down there with you right now.
Spinelli: That was close.
Diane: Combat in the courtroom is one thing. But manipulating my personal life is something yet again. I thought we were supposed to be friends.
Alexis: We are friends, Diane. Which is why I care about you and me and us.
Diane: Yes, but there are limits, Alexis. I never condoned your relationship with Jerry Jacks, but I would never do an end run around you to make a personal appeal to him.
Alexis: Well, that analogy is flawed.
Diane: You get my point.
Max: I agree with Ms. Davis. I'm sorry, but, you know, the malpractice thing is just a big mistake.
Diane: Max, you are a wonderful man. But here's a word to the wise. Never presume to give me advice about my career.
Max: Oh, I see. My opinion doesn't matter, because I'm just empty-headed fluff. So you know what? I'm going to take this trophy ass home and warm you up some mac and cheese.
Alexis: Aw. Well, go after him.
Diane: Oh, don't think you're getting rid of me that easily. I know you, Alexis. That you would stoop to using my relationship with Max to somehow bury a lawsuit that may affect Mayor Floyd in a negative way, on what planet is that possible?
Robin: Everything we've seen indicates that Brianna Hughes would not be able to sustain that head injury like Mayor Floyd claimed.
Patrick: So we thought we'd reenact the situation and try and find out what really happened.
Matt: It's nice work if you can get it.
Matt: Listen, since we're all here... about last night, I acted like an ass. Getting drunk and being obnoxious with Maxie -- I cannot believe that I hit Spinelli. I just -- so it's no wonder that you think that I'm out of line and you feel like you need to solve this problem for me. But, really, I can handle my own problems.
Patrick: Actually, you don't have exclusive ownership on that anymore. Brianna Hughes' family put me in the lawsuit.
Matt: That is absurd. You weren't even in the building when I had her on the table.
Patrick: Well, that's the point. They're claiming negligence because I let you do it alone.
Matt: So, what, you're going to be looking over my shoulder every time I take on a procedure to save me from my own incompetence?
Robin: You're missing the point. Both of you, now, are in the same boat, so it's time to start listening to each other.
Matt: Right. Sorry, that was just, I guess, a knee-jerk reaction.
Patrick: That's okay.
Matt: I can't believe this is happening. And now you're getting pulled into this entire thing. The only reason you agreed to let me take that procedure is because I emotionally blackmailed you, and the patient died. It's my problem, not yours.
Patrick: Matt, look, it's not your fault, all right? We both know that something more serious happened to Brianna Hughes before we got there that inevitably caused her death. There's no malpractice on either one of our sides. Now we just have to prove that.
Epiphany: When I told Drake Jr. that you two should work on your communication skills, I didn't expect you to take me so literally. How was your shower?
Robin: Ah, what -- how did you know we were in the shower?
Epiphany: I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Robin: Sometimes I believe that. No, we were in the shower, but we were not "communicating." We were employing very effective investigative techniques.
Epiphany: Whatever you say.
Mac: Thank God you're still here. Robin, I need a favor.
Robin: Uh-oh, you have that borderline apoplexy look, like Maxie's done something outrageous.
Mac: I was in the mayor's office, getting lectured by that pompous fool, when I glanced away, and what do I see? Maxie, on the floor, with that idiot Spinelli draped all over her.
Robin: Why were they in the mayor's office?
Mac: Who knows? Obviously they broke in.
Robin: Okay, are you mad about that, or the fact that Spinelli was wrapped around Maxi?
Mac: Both. What has that moron gotten Maxie into?
Robin: Don't be surprised if it's the other way around.
Mac: Yeah, well, you know, that's just it, okay? You see, I'll never know, because I backed myself into a corner. Look, I can't ask Maxie straight out, or she'll get defensive. That'll make me mad, and I'll start issuing ultimatums that I don't mean. We'll be worse off than when we started, all because Maxie's mad at me.
Robin: Okay, how about trying the calm and reasonable approach?
Mac: Do I need to explain this again? Maxie and Spinelli were in some kind of floor clinch in the mayor's office. You know, after breaking into the mayor's office. What part of that do you want me to be calm and reasonable about?
Robin: Okay, let me guess -- this is where I come in.
Mac: Please? In your calm, reasonable way, go to Maxie and find out what the hell is going on.
Spinelli: Actually, perhaps we should post-mortem at another location.
Spinelli: Well, I'm afraid that the proud patriarch will storm in any minute with an arrest warrant.
Maxie: No, if Mac was going to arrest us, he would have done it on the spot. But that's not to say that he won't charge in here breathing fire, demanding that I move home where he can keep me under lock and key, and send guard dogs after you whenever you try to visit me.
Spinelli: Please tell me that that is not an agreement that you would consent to.
Maxie: Spinelli, of course not. No one's ever going to keep you away from me. You're stuck with me.
Spinelli: I am happy to bear that burden.
Maxie: I just really hate fighting with Mac. I wish we could tell him that we're trying to gather evidence to expose Mayor Floyd for the pig that he is, and it would probably make Mac happy. He hates Mayor Floyd. But we would need some real evidence.
Spinelli: We have some.
Maxie: We do?
Spinelli: Yeah, that conversation that we fortuitously overheard between the stalwart commissioner and the lascivious mayor. The fact that he's requested detectives to be at his disposal indicates the kickoff of a massive cover-up. We're on to something here, Maximista.
Alexis: What happened to Brianna Hughes was sad, and it was wrong. But there was no malpractice. And to pursue that would be taking advantage of a grieving family who, when they don't get the satisfaction that they're looking for, will take their anger and frustration and redirect it at you. They may even slap you with a malpractice suit.
Diane: All right, your delivery is very impressive, but I'm not buying it for a second. You're not concerned about me, Alexis.
Alexis: Yes, I am.
Diane: You are going to extraordinary lengths to protect Mayor Floyd, a man you claim to despise. Why? Does he have something on you?
Alexis: Diane, if you're bored, take a pro bono case. Take up jury duty. Go fishing with Max, shoe shopping -- whatever you do, just please don't pursue the malpractice suit.
Diane: All right. You're not ready to tell me. But when you are, I will be there to listen. And I will be there to help you in any way I can.
Rebecca: Nikolas. Hey.
Nikolas: Hey. What are you doing here?
Rebecca: I just followed an impulse to sit at my sister's grave and let the new reality settle in a little bit. And here you are.
Nikolas: Here I am.
Rebecca: Maybe Emily is bringing us together.
Elizabeth: Your partner told me I'd find you here.
Lucky: Is something wrong?
Elizabeth: I'm not sure. Nikolas has been in a really weird place ever since he found out Rebecca is Emily's twin.
Lucky: Wouldn't you be? I mean, it's a little unsettling, to say the least.
Elizabeth: Well, what are we going to do to help him?
Tracy: You know what? Luke is not the only man I'm done with. You're bad for business. I want you gone.
Lulu: You're firing Ethan?
Tracy: Oh, yeah, baby. I'm firing Ethan.
Lulu: This is ridiculous. You can't fire Ethan. He hasn't done anything wrong.
Tracy: You know what? I am an owner of this casino, and I don't have to justify my business decisions with you.
Lulu: You are not the only one who owns it. Johnny and Nikolas have shares, too, and I'm pretty sure I can convince them that you're being a vindictive bitch, and they should override your decision.
Ethan: Thank you, Lulu. Your defense is touching.
Lucky: But why? Why would you want to stick around? As far as I can see, my father is your only link to Port Charles.
Tracy: Not so fast. You know, when I walked in here, I saw Ethan and Rebecca Shaw with their heads so close together, it was fascinating. Is that the real reason you are so infatuated with Port Chuck?
Nikolas: If Emily were alive today, she'd be kicking me for the way I've been treating you. I've been really unfair to you. And I hope -- I hope I at least get points for admitting that.
Rebecca: Nikolas, you're allowed to be confused. You know, I am, too. But what I feel for you isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Which I know isn't what you want to hear, so --
Nikolas: Wait, wait. I can't stop what I'm feeling for you, either.
Robin: Spinelli, this is great. Congratulations.
Maxie: Isn't it fabulous? I am so proud. Spinelli said he wanted to be a P.I., and look, he's manifesting. But you didn't come here to wish him luck, did you? Mac sent you?
Robin: Yes, and he has the right to be concerned. So what possessed you to break into the mayor's office?
Spinelli: I suspect that the death of Brianna Hughes was not accidental, but murder.
Robin: You're looking into Brianna's death?
Spinelli: Well, unofficially, yes.
Robin: Why are you involved at all?
Spinelli: Well, the mayor's wife suspected he was cheating, so he hired fair Samantha, and therefore McCall and Jackal, P.I. had to prove or disprove, as the case may be.
Robin: So are you saying that Mayor Floyd's wife already knew he was involved with Brianna?
Patrick: I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had an appointment.
Woman: I didn't take the time to make an appointment. I desperately need your help.
Patrick: Okay, well, I'll certainly do what I can. What patient are you here about?
Woman: She died. Brianna Hughes.
Patrick: Are you family?
Woman: Hardly. But my husband might give you a different answer.
Patrick: Okay, I'm not really following you here.
Woman: That woman -- that viper is going to ruin my life from beyond the grave, and I have to stop her. That's why I'm here. I would like you to settle the wrongful death malpractice suit. Keep it out of court.
Patrick: Okay, well, I think it's a good time to tell me who you are.
Woman: I'm surprised you don't recognize me. I'm Andrea Floyd. The mayor's wife.
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