One Life to Live Transcript Tuesday 5/15/07
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Cristian: Thatís really good.
Evangeline: Ah! Cristian! Cristian! How is that for thinking? I like not thinking! I "love" not thinking!
Evangeline: Michael. Hey.
Evangeline: How are you?
Michael: Good. You?
Evangeline: The same. Howís Marcie?
Michael: Sheís great. I'm actually expecting her. We got a babysitter. We're having a night out.
Evangeline: Oh. Nights out are good.
Michael: Yeah. Hey, I was wondering -- um -- you heard from Todd?
Evangeline: No, not a word. Have you?
Michael: No. Itís weird, you know? I mean, he ran off to Chicago and nobodyís seen him since.
Evangeline: Yeah, I know. Blairís worried sick about him, and so am I.
Michael: Yeah. I wonder what he went to Chicago for in the first place.
Dorian: I saw Rex in the newspaper, but I'm sure that was only part of the story. Honey, what in the world possessed him to go on television and out Tate Harmon?
Adriana: You know, I still donít feel too comfortable talking to you about my problems with Rex.
Dorian: But, honey --
Adriana: Just donít start in on him, ok, Mother? Please. We've been making progress here, and -- I donít want to backtrack.
Dorian: Well, I thought I was being a model of restraint.
Adriana: Just outing somebody is just so --
Adriana: I mean, if a person is gay, and they arenít ready to come out, then itís just --
Adriana: But saying someone is gay when they arenít -- that just --
Dorian: Itís toxic on so many levels.
Adriana: Yes, it is. I donít know what to do.
Dorian: Do about what, honey?
Adriana: I used to think that I could trust Rex with my life. But now, I donít.
Tate: Well, if thatís the way you feel, Adriana, you should probably go with your gut.
Rex: Yeah, this is Danny Jarvis. Oh, thanks for calling me back, Mr. Norman. The reason I'm calling is, I know you used to be --
[Knock on door]
Rex: Tate Harmonís high school baseball coach. Yeah, and --- Tateís a buddy of mine, and I was wondering if you could tell me where his familyís living now. I -- I've been hearing all the crazy rumors, and I just wanted to tell them that nobody believes this garbage. And I -- what are you doing?
Roxy: I didnít raise you to be a little rat!
Rex: You didnít raise me, period.
Roxy: Shut up! If you think Adrianaís going to like this, you're way dumber than I thought.
John: Hey, guys.
Natalie: Oh --
Natalie: John. I didnít know you were here.
John: Oh, yeah?
Natalie: Can we help you with something?
John: Yeah. Hey, miles. Hey, look, if you got a minute, I'd like to talk to you alone.
Starr: I -- nothing.
Cole: Hmm? I want to be with you so bad.
Starr: Itís too late.
Marcie: Oh -- ow.
Marcie: No, thatís -- oh, there it goes. Yes. This is what I need. Letís see. Oh, this is going to be great. This is going to be great. This is it. Ok.
Adriana: Tate, this is my mother, Dr. Dorian Lord. Mom, Tate Harmon.
Tate: Itís a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.
Dorian: It is so nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you.
Tate: Yes, you and the rest of the country.
Dorian: Itís terrible.
Adriana: Have a seat, Tate.
Tate: Thanks. Well, I was out of line before when I said -- I shouldnít be butting in between you and Rex.
Dorian: I must say, I'm very impressed that you're taking the high -- road. I mean, with the -- the situation does have its ramifications.
Adriana: Are you still getting cancellations on your speaking engagements?
Tate: I can handle that, and I can handle the press. But --
Adriana: What? What is it?
Tate: Itís Rex. HeĎs just not giving up on this.
Adriana: Well, what do you mean?
Tate: I just got a call from my old high school coach. Aid that a friend of mine called trying to locate my family, and I didnít recognize the name, so I'm betting that it was Rex.
Adriana: You've got to be kidding me.
Tate: Apparently, he has called every club I've ever played for, every person I've ever had a cup of coffee with. Because he couldnít get my ex-wife to say that I was gay, heís trying to dig up something else.
Adriana: Are you sure of this?
Tate: He even got through to my triple-a pitching coach trying to find out about my "secret life."
Dorian: Thatís indefensible.
Adriana: And false. There is no secret life.
Tate: Of course not. But, you know, I'm just really worried about Mabel. She has a heart condition, and if he gets to her --
Adriana: What do you want me to do, Tate?
Tate: I want you to tell Rex that if he doesnít stop doing this, I will have no choice but to sue his ass.
Rex: You have no right to barge in here and start pulling phone cords out of the wall!
Roxy: After what you did to Tate, I ought to clean your clock.
Rex: Sorry -- you're claiming moral superiority?
Roxy: No, I am claiming that you are wrong!
Rex: You donít know that.
Roxy: You know my friend bobby? The one that said that George Washington was gay?
Rex: All right.
Roxy: Well, he hasnít heard any buzz about Tate Harmon. Neither have any of the gay boys at that club where you made your big announcement, and I know you're still working it.
Rex: Well, I'm not on the gay thing anymore.
Roxy: Thatís not what I heard.
Rex: Well, check your sources. I'm not done with Tate, though, either. The guyís lying. I'm going to find out what heís hiding and beat him with it before he hurts Adriana.
Roxy: You know, I'm right. You are losing it, buddy.
Rex: Oh -- do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be the only one who sees through this jerk?
Roxy: Well, maybe thereís a good reason why Adriana likes him better than you.
Rex: She doesnít like him better.
Roxy: Not true.
Lindsay: So you want to use the gallery for a photo shoot?
Layla: Mm-hmm. Nudes on canvas, models in underwear. Seems like it could work.
Lindsay: I'd have to have some assurances that things wouldnít get damaged.
Layla: Oh, we're fully insured. Vincent? What are you doing here?
Vincent: I came to see Ms. Rappaport --
Vincent: About a talented African artist that I'm representing.
Layla: Oh, so you're an artistís rep now?
Vincent: Tsk. Layla, you know I'm always looking to diversify. I have photographs of the manís work, if you would like to look at it.
Lindsay: I happen to love African art.
Layla: You're a patron of the arts now, huh?
Vincent: Yeah, is that so hard to believe? [Vincent sighs] Is there a problem with that?
Layla: Yeah, because I think you just butted in the middle of our conversation.
Vincent: Yes, I did. And I apologize. Itís just that I needed Ms. Rappaport to see this manís work.
Lindsay: Itís very interesting, especially the masks.
Vincent: Mm-hmm, and I'm glad that you can see what I see.
Lindsay: I'll tell you what. I'd be happy to show his work, and who knows? He may turn out to be the next superstar -- like Cristian Vega, whose work used to fly out of here.
Layla: Too bad he reinjured his that fixed fight, huh?
Lindsay: Yes, it is, because itís the only reason his work isnít saleable anymore.
Natalie: Well, this is kind of a bad time, you know, John. Um -- Miles, could you excuse us for just one minute?
Miles: Oh, yeah. Sure.
Miles: Hey, yourself.
Marty: So how was it?
Natalie: So what'd you want to talk about?
John: If that little kiss was for my benefit, you can wipe the lip-gloss off. It didnít work.
Natalie: Like hell it didnít.
Lindsay: I donít usually offer contracts based on looking at just a few photographs. However, I have a lot of clients that collect African art. So, you talk it over with your client, you show this to yr lawyer, you call me, and we'll set up a meeting. How about that?
Vincent: I will. And thank you, Ms. Rappaport. I tell you, this means a whole lot to me today, and to my future -- tomorrow.
Lindsay: Well, hopefully, it'll be good for both of us. [Phone rings] Oh, excuse me. Lindsay Rappaport fine arts.
Cristian: Hey, Lindsay, itís Cristian.
Lindsay: Well, were your ears burning? Because we were just talking about you. I havenít seen you in ages. How are you?
Cristian: Listen, I need you to come to the studio.
Lindsay: Sure, why?
Cristian: I think I'm on to something.
Lindsay: Are you painting again?
Cristian: Yeah. Yeah -- something new.
Lindsay: Well, thatís terrific news, and I'm going to be there in a few minutes, so you just hold tight. I'll be right there. Um -- Layla, I'm sorry, we're going to have to talk about logistics later, because I've got to step out for a few minutes. Um -- margo, hey. Could you cover the front for a little while? Because I've got to step out. Ok. Thanks.
Layla: Is everything ok, Lindsay?
Lindsay: No, everythingís great. But if you have any questions, ask Margo, my assistant, all right?
Lindsay: Bye, guys.
Vincent: H, I got an idea.
Layla: Really? Whatís that, Vincent?
Vincent: How about you allow me to take you downstairs and buy you a drink? And while you're drinking it, I will convince you that Iím not the phony that you think I am.
Cole: Sheís gone.
Starr: I canít believe she didnít see us.
Cole: Yeah, we finally got a break.
Starr: Mrs. McBain has covered for us so many times.
Cole: Yeah, she would have gone to our parents for sure this time.
Starr: I knew it. I should have stayed away from you.
Cole: Starr --
Starr: Cole, please, stop, I mean it.
Cole: We're -- we're going to have to see each other. We're in the musical together.
Starr: Cole, donít you get it? We canít be doing things like this. We have to stop it. We canít do anything like that ever again.
John: I just think itís kind of high school.
Natalie: Oh, you do?
John: Donít you? Grabbing the first guy you see because your ex-boyfriend walks in?
Natalie: You could have ignored Miles and me, but you didnít.
John: Is that how itís going to be? Hooking up with guys you barely know just to get a reaction out of me?
Natalie: You know what, John? You havenít said a nice word to me in this entire conversation. I spent 10 minutes with Miles, and he was nice to me the whole time. I kissed him, and that was nice, too, so I'm starting to realize that nice is a good quality to have in a boyfriend, for a change.
John: Is this you really talking right now? Because if it is, I'm not sure I recognize you anymore.
Miles: If the "it" you're talking about was me kissing Natalie, it was fine. Did it bother you?
Marty: Uh -- no. Why should it?
Miles: Then you really donít care, do you?
Marty: Miles, caring about that would mean that I have feelings for you, and other than feelings of friendship, I donít.
Rex: Adrianaís just confused. Tateís act is so good, heís got her snowed. Then she'll thank me when I tell her the truth about her underwear model.
Roxy: Well, the truth is that heís a famous ballplayer, and you're not.
Rex: I'm not jealous, so donít go there. I love Adriana, and I am just trying to protect her from somebody I think is dangerous.
Roxy: By saying that heís gay? Because if heís not, that makes you a liar. And if he is, you're nothing but a lowdown dirty creep.
Rex: Ok, I blew that.
Roxy: Yeah, you blew it bigtime! All right, and itís true -- heís a narcissist. Heís an egomaniacal narcissist. Thatís it.
Rex: I love you, and I know you're just trying to help me. But, a, you're not, and, b, this is none of your business. Give me the phone. I was in the middle of my research, and I didnít ask for company.
Roxy: And I'm sure you're not asking for your little sweetie to dump you, either.
Rex: Adriana loves me.
Roxy: Last time I looked, I was still a woman, so I think I know how they think.
Rex: She and I disagree on this, but we're still solid.
Roxy: Well, I hope you're right. But if you're not, donít come crying to me.
Rex: Donít worry, you taught me that a long time ago. You took the battery out of the phone. Give me the battery.
Rex: Mine, mine, mine!
Roxy: Oh, no! Mine! Mine!
Rex: Mine -- hello?
Rex: Hey, yeah. Thanks for getting back to me. I was -- I was interested in your relationship with Tate Harmon when you guys were in the minors together. Well, I was just wondering if you got the impression that he had a secret. Well, just -- you know anything he really wanted to keep under wraps?
Adriana: Look, Rex can be very overprotective of me and -- no. You know what? What Rex said is horrible, and thatís all there is to it. I am really sorry, and I will talk to Rex and tell him to leave you alone.
Tate: Thank you. You're the best.
Evangeline: Hey, Marcie. Hey. Your husbandís looking for you.
Marcie: Oh, you saw him?
Evangeline: Yeah, heís around here, somewhere. He said you two were having a night out.
Marcie: Yes. We're celebrating our first-year anniversary.
Evangeline: Wow. Has it been a year already?
Evangeline: Go what a day that was.
Marcie: I know. When a tornado hits on your wedding day, you kind of donít think you're going to be happy a year later, but we are.
Evangeline: Let me ask you a question.
Evangeline: Why would Michael be looking for Todd?
Marcie: I donít know. We're close to Starr, but we donít really know Todd.
Evangeline: Yeah, yeah. He must just be concerned about Starr. Heís such a good man.
Marcie: Yeah, he is.
Michael: Rex, itís Mike.
Rex: Michael, whatís up?
Michael: I've been ringing you for the last 10 minutes.
Rex: Yeah -- I saw you beeping in. I was on an important call. Something wrong?
Michael: You know Toddís missing, right?
Rex: Yeah, I heard.
Michael: I hope that doesnít mean that heís found out what we've been hiding from him.
Marcie: Hey. Who are you talking to?
Michael: Rex, Marcieís here. That was Rex.
Marcie: Yeah -- heís not really on my good list these days after what he did to Tate Harmon.
Michael: Really? Because he loves you.
Marcie: Oh --
Michael: You want a drink?
Marcie: No, I donít want a drink, Michael. I want to know what the two of you are hiding.
Marcie: Yeah. I heard what you said. You said "I hope he doesnít figure out what we're hiding."
Michael: Oh, that.
Marcie: Yeah, that.
Michael: Oh, I was -- talking about that Tate thing. You know? I mean, Rex told me he was going to do it before he did.
Michael: Yeah. And you know, I was just hoping that he doesnít find out about it, because if he knew that I knew what was going to happen before it happened, it'd be kind of uncomfortable, you know? I mean, I thought of it because heís right over there.
Marcie: Rex asked your advice on outing Tate Harmon, and you didnít even think about mentioning it to me?
Michael: I told him not to do it. I thought that was the end of it. And I turned on the tv, and -- well, you know.
Michael: Marce, do we have to talk about this on our night out?
Marcie: No. But we are going to talk about it -- eventually.
Dorian: You know, Tate, I have the distinct feeling that you're going to come through this horrific situation just fine.
Tate: Well, thank you for your support, Dr. Lord. I just hope it doesnít hurt your daughterís company too much.
Dorian: You know the saying -- any publicity is good publicity, as long as they spell your name right. Adriana, I think you should let Rex know how you feel.
Adriana: Hmm. Donít worry. I just texted him to get his butt over here.
Tate: And that would be my cue to leave.
Tate: Um -- I -- I canít be here if Rex is going to be. I -- I feel like I could kill him right now.
Rex: "Come to Capricorn, now." Itís from Adriana.
Roxy: Not exactly plumping up the pillows, is she, now?
Rex: Oh -- donít drink all my beer.
Vincent: Evangeline Williamson.
Evangeline: Well, this is a surprise.
Layla: We ran into each other upstairs at Lindsayís gallery. Itís no big deal.
Evangeline: Ok. Layla. I couldnít possibly.
Layla: Lindsay had to leave because Cristian called. She sounded kind of cryptic, but I think heís starting to paint again.
Cristian: That was fast.
Lindsay: Well, you said to get here as soon as I could. Can I see what you're doing? [Lindsay gasps] Oh.
Lindsay: Itís a whole new style.
Cristian: And? What do you think?
Lindsay: I love it. I mean, I love it. [Lindsay laughs]
Lindsay: Oh. Whoa. Whoa!
Natalie: You know, it really is amazing.
John: What is?
Natalie: When you break up with somebody, the junk you used to buy -- somehow, it just seems unacceptable. I was minding my own business, John. You started this. And if I were your girlfriend, I would take it. But since we're just friends -- if thatís what we even are -- I wonít.
John: I'm just calling it the way I see it.
Natalie: I donít care how you see it. You used to run circles around me. I was always trying to figure out what you were thinking, what you wanted. And I look at you now, and I just -- I donít care. I got my life back.
John: Fine, you want me to say it? I'll say it. Seeing that kiss -- bothered me.
Marty: This is not a rejection, Miles. Please donít take it that way.
Miles: What about John?
Marty: Heís a friend. Just like you are. So, are you interested in Natalie?
Miles: I'm glad she doesnít mind spending time with me.
Marty: Oh. Why would she mind?
Miles: You know, I've -- I've been trying to make my home here in this town for a while now, and I'm finally getting to the point where I think people are accepting me for who I am.
Miles: Marty, what is it?
Cole: Starr, you look so upset.
Starr: Cole, please donít do that.
Cole: Why not?
Starr: Because I canít take it anymore, ok?
Cole: I just want to make you feel better. Why is that so bad?
Starr: Cole, because you are taking advantage of the fact that I donít know where my father is and that he could be dead.
Cole: I'm sorry you think that.
Starr: Cole, I just donít want to make it any tougher on my mom.
Cole: Ok, so you're willing to give up something you really want to make it easier on your mom?
Starr: Yes, I am.
Cole: Huh. Ok, you know, you said that a little too easy. You know, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the person who doesnít want us to be together is you.
Starr: Cole, do you really think that this could work out?
Cole: Yes, definitely, if we want it to.
Starr: Arenít you sick of all the lectures and sneaking around?
Cole: You know, we wonít always be in high school. And in a few years, nobody will be able to tell us what to do.
Starr: I was thinking about that, Cole, but it would take a miracle to fix this. My dad raped your mom and that is never going to go away.
Cole: So thereís no hope?
Starr: I donít think so.
Cole: Ok. Ok, well, I get what you're saying. But I have to know -- do you still feel the same way about me?
Dorian: Oh, Starr? Oh, the guard said that you were here.
Miles: Did I say something to upset you?
Marty: Uh -- no. No.
Miles: I mean, you're the only person I've ever been able to talk to about Spencer.
Marty: No, look, it just -- it reminded me of something, ok? Itís -- itís nothing. Itís not important.
Miles: Well, if you want to tell me --
Marty: Look, itís nothing.
Natalie: Why? Why does the kiss matter to you?
John: You know it bothered me and -- and I copped to it. Thatís all.
Natalie: Ok, thanks.
John: Listen, every -- everything aside, there is something not right about that guy, I'm telling you.
Natalie: Like what?
John: Well, for starters, he played a part in your uncleís disappearance, so just -- just watch your back.
Natalie: Not everybodyís a bad guy, John.
John: Really? Hey.
Marty: Everything ok?
John: Yeah, everythingís great.
Miles: If -- if you want to tell me what just happened you now, just let me know.
John: What was that all about?
Marty: Oh -- it was nothing. He was just -- you know, wanted to see if I was jealous of him being with Natalie.
John: Can I get a beer? Are you?
Lindsay: Itís so full of feeling. What made you start painting this way?
Cristian: It -- it was an accident, but the more I worked on it, the better it felt.
Lindsay: Itís very different, very different from your earlier work.
Cristian: I can do this, Lindsay. I can do this and I donít even think about my hand. Thatís the great thing.
Lindsay: This calls for a celebration. Can I take you out for a drink?
Cristian: Yeah, sure.
Lindsay: I canít believe you painted that so fast!
Cristian: Well, it was an inspiration. Letís see if I can do it again.
Lindsay: Yeah, well, whatever it is you're doing, if it turns out to be half right --
Marcie: I canít believe Rex.
Michael: You know, I donít want to talk about Rex. I want to get out of here.
Marcie: And do what?
Michael: Well, I donít know. We could drive up to Llantano Mountain, you know -- look at the stars, make out?
Marcie: You want to go parking?
Michael: Yeah -- why not?
Marcie: Well, yeah, we could go home. Thereís a bed there.
Michael: And a 2-year-old --
Marcie: Thatís true.
Michael: With an uncanny sense of timing.
Marcie: That is also very, very true.
Michael: Yes. So what do you say?
Marcie: Why not?
Michael: Cool. Or we could go and catch a drive-in movie afterwards -- but only after the sex.
Marcie: Oh, my husband, the retro romantic.
Evangeline: So you were at Lindsayís gallery and you ran into Layla.
Vincent: I'm representing a talented African artist who is trying to get a leg up. And I knew Ms. Rappaport -- I tell you, I knew she would be impressed.
Evangeline: Were you right?
Vincent: Yeah, it looks like.
Evangeline: Vincent Jones is now representing talented African artists? Wow. How'd that happen?
Vincent: Well, I'll tell you - just between you and me, I was at a club, right? And I saw this mask on the wall, and I was looking at the mask, and I said to myself, "V.J., you have to go find out who made this mask." It was unbelievable.
Layla: Adriana, why canít you just tell Rex to back off?
Adriana: I'm going to try -- again. Heís on his way over here right now.
Layla: What are you going to say?
Adriana: I dít know. But if this doesnít stop --
Rex: Hey, I got your text. Whatís up?
Adriana: "Whatís up?" I have something to ask you and if you give me the wrong answer, we'll have a real problem.
Marty: No. I am not jealous of Miiles and Natalie.
John: Just asking.
Marty: You know, itís just -- just kind of juvenile, you know, him kissing her for my benefit?
John: And here I thought it was for my benefit.
Marty: Maybe it was for both of us.
John: But I told Natalie it wouldnít work.
Marty: Well, I told Miles the same thing.
John: We sure showed them.
Starr: We were -- we were just -- just talking.
Dorian: You arenít supposed to be talking. You're not even supposed to be alone together.
Cole: You know what? Your auntís right. You know, I shouldnít have taken advantage of the chance to be alone with you.
Starr: Cole --
Dorian: Whatís that?
Starr: Heís so mad at me.
Starr: Because I -- I told him that we couldnít be together because everything is just so complicated, and he asked me if it was because I -- I didnít care about him.
Dorian: And what'd you say?
Starr: I didnít say anything. I froze because itís -- itís not fair to him and now he thinks that I -- that I --
Dorian: That youíre over?
Starr: Yeah, and I hurt him really bad. But I had to do it, Aunt Dorian. I had to.
Vincent: My man, Vega!
Cristian: Hey, Vincent.
Vincent: And nice to see you again, Ms. Rappaport. Hey -- how about I get us a drink? My pleasure.
Lindsay: Sounds good.
Evangeline: Layla told me you're painting again. Thatís wonderful.
Cristian: Layla? How did she hear about that?
Lindsay: Oh, she was with me when you called, so she probably put it together.
Evangeline: So itís true?
Lindsay: Well, not only is it true -- heís not just painting again, heís creating a whole new style.
Cristian: Yeah, yeah, something like that. It feels good.
Evangeline: I canít wait to see it.
Lindsay: Well, you know what? He -- he has a canvas thatís nearly finished and itís fantastic. Why donít you show it to her?
Cristian: Um -- well, what about our drink?
Lindsay: We can do that any time. We're going to have plenty to celebrate.
Cristian: So what do you say?
Cristian: Ok. Well, "sure" doesnít sound like you really want to see it.
Evangeline: Well, "what about our drink?" Doesnít really sound like you want me to come, Cristian.
Cristian: Yeah, because I --
Lindsay: Thank you.
Vincent: What the --
Lindsay: I donít know. Hey, you know what I do know -- my psychic was right.
Vincent: Oh, and you believe in that?
Lindsay: Well, she said that two handsome men were going to change my life this week, and so far, so good.
Layla: Hi again, Lindsay.
Layla: How are you?
Vincent: Your sister just left.
Layla: Thatís ok. I'm just trying to stay out of the way.
Lindsay: Of what?
Layla: Of that.
Adriana: Answer me, Rex. Are you questioning Tateís friends and family about his past? Thatís your answer?
Rex: Look, letís just go somewhere else --
Rex: And talk about this.
Adriana: Are you still prying into Tateís life?
Rex: Ok, I can see how mad you are and I get that, but --
Adriana: Well, good for you. So answer my question.
Rex: Adriana, Tateís lying. Now, I jumped the gun on the whole gay thing and maybe I shouldnít have done that, but --
Rex: But I'm just trying to keep you safe.
Adriana: You want to keep me safe? Thatís an easy one -- get the hell out of here, because right now, I feel a lot safer with Tate than I would with you.
Dorian: Ok, I'll tell you what we're going to do.
Starr: If you tell my mom, then I'll be toast and I will never tell you anything ever again --
Dorian: But, wait, wait --
Starr: And, Dorian, this is --
Dorian: Back off, kid, ok? What I saw is just between the two of us.
Dorian: Because you were honest with me and what you're doing is a very difficult and painful thing.
Starr: It hurts so much.
Dorian: This situation is not of your doing and -- and thereís nothing wrong with Cole as a person.
Starr: I know -- heís the greatest guy that I've ever met. I love him.
Dorian: Oh, honey. You've made up your mind to do something very intelligent but difficult and you're trying to stick with it and I'm very proud of you if that means anything.
Starr: I guess it does.
Dorian: But you're in a lot of pain. I know what thatís like -- oh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Yeah, I've been in some pain over a mistake or two I've made in choosing the wrong person. "Mistake or two" -- how about three, four, 10?
Dorian: Huh-huh. Letís go home. This honesty is exhausting.
Starr: Yeah, definitely.
Miles: Maybe Marty was bothered by seeing kiss.
Natalie: Itís entirely possible.
Miles: Well, she still hasnít stopped grieving over her husband.
Natalie: Yeah, I get that one. But someday --
Miles: Someday sheís going to have to. Thanks.
Natalie: You're welcome.
Miles: You know, itís almost like sheís more upset lately.
John: You had enough of this place?
Marty: I always enjoy being out with you -- uh, I mean, not being out with you. Just being out -- I'm not saying this right.
John: Donít sweat it, all right? Looks like they're having a good time.
Marty: Or they want us to think that they're having a good time.
John: I'm thinking about something Natalie said to me -- she says, you know, "not everyoneís a bad guy." Hey, did I say something wrong?
Marty: Uh -- no. No. Nothing.
John: Ok. Tell you what, I'll -- I'll drive you home.
Tate: So anyway, we'll talk about it more over dinner, but I have a great idea for Fridayís segment.
Woman: Great -- canít wait to hear all about it. We have to keep the ratings up, especially in light of your latest issue.
Rex: Adriana, donít do this.
Adriana: You really donít know how much damage you've done, do you? Tate could sue you, and your entire P.I. career could be over. Over, Rex. And if you donít stop this, I'm pretty sure you and I are going to be over, too.
Tate: Hey, man, havenít you done enough already? Why donít you give her some space?
Rex: Butt out, Tate!
Cristian: Evangeline, I was only kidding, come on.
Evangeline: I really am glad you're painting again.
Cristian: I know, I know, which is why I want you to see this. Letís go. I'm telling you, I started working on it and everything just kind of fell into place. But, I want you to be honest, all right, not nice -- honest.
Evangeline: Hey, I'm nothing if not honest. Come on, show me the painting!
Cristian: What the --
Evangeline: Oh, my God.
On the next "One Life to Live" --
John: Trumanís crime scene photos, thatís what set you off. Why?
Langston: Coleís here with Britney. I think they're on a date.
Michael: The hepatitis has done a lot of damage.
Nash: All right, I'm ready. How is she?
Paige: Itís pretty clear what we're up against.
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