One Life to Live Transcript Monday 7/30/07
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Cristian: You know, you might want to put some clothes on.
Cristian: Well, because you're half-naked.
Sarah: So are you.
Cristian: I live here -- this is my place. I can do what I want.
Sarah: Oh. Yeah, well, thanks to you and Rex, I live here, too, and I donít like to wear clothes around the house, so I guess that makes me your new half-naked roommate. Pleased to meet you.
[Knock on door]
Rex: Special delivery. Ha, ha -- hmm.
Sarah: Hey, Rex. Come on in, take off your clothes.
Rex: Am I interrupting something?
Sarah: Cristian forced me to put my clothes on.
Cristian: Yeah, right, and you see how well that went.
Sarah: Did you miss me?
Rex: I'm not in the mood to play games, Sarah.
Cristian: Whatís wrong?
Rex: Tate tried to kill Layla and Adriana last night.
Shaun: What are you doing up here, boss?
Shaun: About why you didnít let that son of a bitch Harmon die?
Nora: You ok?
Matthew: I guess so. Yeah.
Nora: Why donít we put Tate Harmon where he belongs. Hmm? There you go. There you go. You feel better now? Hmm? Itís a bummer when you find out your heroes are human, isnít it?
Matthew: He tried to kill us!
Nora: Well --
Matthew: And I still bought his baseball cards. R
Nora: Well, you didnít know, sweetie. And itís over now, ok? Heís not going to hurt anybody else.
Matthew: How do people get like that?
Nora: Hey, good morning.
Matthew: Did you hear about Tate Harmon?
Cole: Yeah, it was in the news. You guys must be pretty relieved, huh?
Nora: Well, we're working on it. How are you? Did you sleep well?
Cole: Not really. I'm just worried about my mom. I kind of wish I could talk to Starr about it.
Viki: Donít let the nurses catch you with the cinnamon rolls, because they're contraband.
Starr: Why are they being such sticklers about visiting hours?
Viki: Oh, itís all right. I mean, itís almost time, right? Besides, it gives us a chance to hang out together.
Starr: I just canít believe that my dadís back.
Viki: Oh, I know -- me, neither. But, you know, I should've known, because he would never, ever abandon you and Jack, and I know that. I should've remembered it, though. I heard about Cole.
Starr: Oh. He knew that Miles Laurence had my dad. And he didnít tell anyone, so we broke up. I just couldnít be with him after he did something like that.
Viki: Are you sure you heard the whole story?
Starr: He said that he did it to protect his mom, but he could've gotten Dad killed.
Viki: Well, that put him between a rock and a hard place, didnít it? Well, itís a terrible choice for someone to have to make, especially someone as young as Cole.
Starr: Aunt Viki, what does that matter? It happened and he made the wrong choice, and now it'll never be the same.
Bo: Marty. Hey, John.
Bo: Whatís going on?
Marty: I remembered some more about the night Spencer was murdered.
John: Ok, thatís enough.
Marty: No, itís not. I wasnít sure before, but now I am. I know I killed him.
Dorian: Oh, my darling.
Dorian: Oh, darling, darling, darling. Are you all right?
Dorian: Oh. Why didnít anyone call me last night? I mean, really -- I havenít been this upset since last year when --
Adriana: Oh, donít even go there, Mom, ok?
Dorian: Of course not. Layla, are you all right?
Layla: Mm-hmm. As long as Tateís in jail, I'll be fine. Thank you.
Dorian: Well, he went after Bo Buchananís son, so believe me, heís going to stay in jail.
Adriana: Oh, good.
Dorian: I brought you girls over some muffins for breakfast. They're from that cafe that you like so much.
Layla: Thank you. That was very nice. Adriana, you ok?
Adriana: I was just remembering all the times that Tate brought us breakfast. Was he planning to hurt us all along?
Vincent: Last nightís a blur. I'm just trying to get a handle on it.
Shaun: I never thought that I'd be caught up in the middle of anything like that.
Vincent: It got real personal.
Shaun: Dude killed Ted, man. Why? You canít get any whiter than that boy.
Vincent: He was a good man. You know, if Laylaís sister dies because of this loser, I'm going to find a way to kill him.
Shaun: And I'll be your wingman.
Vincent: You know, Shaun, I'm really not in a talkative mood right now.
Shaun: You donít have to say anything else, boss.
Vincent: All right.
Shaun: I got it.
Vincent: You know, I just keep thinking and I'm replaying it in my head and what if something happened to Layla last night and I didnít get a chance to tell her how I really feel, man?
Shaun: Didnít happen. Didnít happen.
Vincent: I was so wrong, about so many things.
Shaun: Not just you. Harmon had the whole town fooled -- no exceptions.
Vincent: You know, I had his life in my hands, and I donít know for the life of me if I did the right thing.
Shaun: Did you get any sleep?
Vincent: I'm ok. Actually, I wouldnít mind being alone right now.
Shaun: I hear you. You did the right thing by saving him. But even I'd wonder.
Nora: Boís got your mother in protective custody, so Miles is not going to get anywhere near her. I'm going to go see her first thing when I get to the courthouse.
Matthew: Hey, Mom?
Matthew: Is Dr. Saybrooke going to be in jail for a long time?
Cole: No, itís ok, Ms. Hanen. I was actually wondering the same thing.
Nora: Ok. Straight talk?
Cole: Yeah, please.
Nora: All right. They canít keep her in jail indefinitely unless they charge her with a crime. And from what I've seen of the case, thereís still a lot of unanswered questions.
Cole: Yeah, but she confessed.
Nora: Hmm. You may think confessions are airtight, but they're not, especially not in a case like your motherís, where she doesnít really even remember the entire incident.
Matthew: So she'll get out?
Nora: Well, we certainly hope so, you know? I'm going to do the best I can to see that that happens, which is why I'm not going to prosecute her -- because I donít want to see her in jail any more than you guys do.
Cole: Thanks, but no offense -- hope is just not going to cut it.
Nora: Maybe not. Worst comes to worst, I'm going to get her the best damn attorney in the state. There are no guarantees, Cole, but this is far from over.
Matthew: Oh, yeah, and I talked to Starr, by the way, about you -- well, all good things. She listens to me -- donít worry.
Cole: Thanks, buddy. That means a lot.
Matthew: Donít sweat it. She'll come around.
Cole: I donít know, Matthew -- I did a bad thing. And if I was in her place, I donít know if I would forgive me, either.
Viki: I guess things seem pretty impossible right now, huh?
Starr: You have no idea how much I hate this.
Viki: I bet Cole feels the same way.
Starr: Yeah, but the difference is, is that he deserves it.
Viki: Baby, you know, the hardest thing in the world is forgiveness -- sit down -- especially in a situation like this where at first glance, it all seems completely unforgivable.
Starr: Do you think I should forgive Cole?
Viki: Thatís not for me to decide.
Starr: We were getting along so well. I mean, the prom was amazing and my mom finally said it was ok for us to go out. Everything was perfect and then this happened. How do I fix it?
Bo: Letís take this in my office. Itís not a good idea to blurt something like that out in a squad room.
Marty: You have my confession. I have nothing to hide.
John: You donít remember enough to know you're guilty.
Bo: Let me be the judge of that.
Marty: You know, I'd just really like to get this over with.
Bo: Well, I know. We'd all like to put this case to bed.
John: Yeah. We'd just like to get it right this time.
Marty: Look, Spencer attacked me the night he was killed. I walked in when he was with Blair and we had a confrontation.
Bo: Well, look -- this is all on the record.
Marty: Yes, I know, so just let me finish, ok? I -- I fought back. I -- I grabbed a pair of scissors and -- and I reached over my head --
John: And apparently, thatís where the memories stop. She doesnít even remember stabbing Truman.
Bo: Yeah, is that right? You donít remember the actual blow?
Marty: No, no, not yet, but, look, I remember the scissors, ok? I must have stabbed him. I'm just repressing my memory. Bo, I remember how I felt, I remember how scared I was. And I knew there wasnít anything that I wouldnít do to stop him, so once those scissors were in my hand, there was no way I didnít go through with it.
Bo: You didnít want her to tell me this.
John: I just didnít want to waste your time, Bo. You know how recovered memories work -- they make lousy evidence and they donít stand up in court. And if you had talked to your lawyer first, you would've known all that. You could drive a truck through the hole in her memory, all right? There was no point.
Marty: I will remember eventually.
Bo: All right why donít you have a seat? I need to know everything that you do remember -- from the beginning.
Jessica: Stop it, stop. Help -- stop! I'm going to pop a stitch, stop it.
Nash: You know, these raincoats are going to come in real handy in the vineyard.
Jessica: Oh, yeah, somebodyís definition of hell -- living in the middle of a vineyard, not being able to drink.
Nash: Hey, you forget about that. You're going to have a long, happy, healthy life. We're going to have a long, happy, healthy life together, now. And we're going to have a honeymoon, a real honeymoon, somewhere -- somewhere amazing, just as soon as the doctor says ok, right? What?
Jessica: Um -- Antonio doesnít know that we're married yet, does he? Howís he going to feel when he finds out?
Cristian: Vincent saved Harmonís life? Why?
Rex: Well, because heís not a killer.
Cristian: Well, he doesnít deserve to live if you ask me.
Rex: Look, I know how you feel, but it wouldnít have been right to let the guy drop. He'd have been a martyr.
Sarah: Wait -- wait, catch me up, guys. I get the whole Adriana thing, but why do you want this guy dead?
Cristian: Why do you think? Evangeline, the woman I love, is in a hospital bed because of Harmon. And Adriana is my cousin, if you didnít know that.
Sarah: Excuse me for living.
Cristian: Howís Adriana?
Rex: Fine, considering. Still in shock -- we all are.
Sarah: So, are you two back together?
Dorian: Come on, girls, you -- you need to eat something. Me. Good.
Layla: Mmm. Itís delicious, thank you.
Dorian: Oh Adriana, wonít you have some? Come on.
Adriana: I feel kind of sick.
Dorian: All right, you girls have got to eat something. You need your strength if you're going to save your company. Listen up. Tate Harmon was the public face, right? You've got to take all the horrible things that happened and spin them to your advantage. Otherwise, it could all become a public relations disaster.
Layla: Itís already a P.R. disaster. Our underwear is racist by association.
Dorian: Now, that is defeatist talk. How could anyone say that? Adriana, your -- your father was of Latino descent, you are of Afro-American descent. Layla, no, no, no, no. You've just got some work to do.
Adriana: What work?
Dorian: Ok. I took the liberty of contacting a fabulous publicist in New York City, and he is writing a press release for you, even as we speak.
Adriana: Saying what?
Dorian: Well, I'm not exactly sure, but trust me, itís going to be brilliant. In his words, all you need to do is just "ride the wave."
Layla: "The wave"?
Dorian: You -- you know, create a momentum that will serve your company.
Layla: Hmm. That sounds like a good idea, and it was really nice of you, but the last thing I can think out right now is selling underwear.
Adriana: Same here.
[Knock on door]
Adriana: Hey, Shaun.
Shaun: Hey, Adriana. Is Layla here?
Layla: Hey. Come on in. How you doing?
Shaun: How you doing?
Layla: Um, have you met Adrianaís mother?
Shaun: How you doing?
Dorian: Hello. Call me Dorian, please.
Shaun: Nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you.
Dorian: Oh. Thank you.
Shaun: You're welcome.
Dorian: I'll give you some time.
Layla: Is Vincent ok?
Shaun: I'm not sure.
Layla: Oh, my God, what -- whatís going on?
Shaun: Heís not hurt or anything. I found him up on The Palace roof.
Layla: Whatís he doing there? I mean, are the police still questioning him?
Shaun: No, heís by himself, but heís just not right.
Layla: What do you mean?
Shaun: I think he needs someone to talk to, and I donít mean me.
Cole: Should I get rid of all these? I mean, now that Tate Harmonís a murderer, I'm sure they're worth a lot of money.
Matthew: They're not worth anything to me anymore.
Cole: Well, thatís admirable. I mean, most guys would be counting the cash right now.
Matthew: Itís because of him we almost died! He burned our house down and all our stuff.
Cole: I'm sorry, I didnít mean to upset you. You know, itís probably tough without, you know, your stuff around.
Matthew: Itís weird -- I donít miss it all the time. I mean, this isnít our house. Every once in a while, I'll just think of a picture or a book, and -- and then I'll want to go look at it, and then I'll remember itís all gone.
Cole: Yeah, I have a few things of my dadís, and if something ever happened to it, it'd feel like I was losing him all over again.
Matthew: Itís the same way with my sister Jen. You never met her -- she died a couple years ago.
Cole: I'm sorry.
Matthew: Itís fine. Could we just talk about something else?
Cole: Yeah. Like what?
Matthew: About how you're going to get Starr back.
Cole: Whew. Thatís going to be a long conversation -- sheís pretty pissed at me.
Matthew: So what'd you do?
Cole: Um, I didnít tell her something I should've.
Matthew: You lied?
Cole: Yeah, and it was a big one. Pretty much, I blew it, and now I donít know if we can ever get back together.
Viki: Do you think you can forgive Cole?
Starr: I donít know. I -- I miss him all the time, and when stuff happens, I want to tell him about it, but then I remember I canít.
Viki: Does he feel the same way?
Starr: He wants to get back together with me, but how can I do that after he did that to my dad?
Viki: We, darling, this is not a choice between Cole and your dad.
Starr: Heís not going to see it that way.
Viki: Do you remember the talk we had on prom night?
Starr: Yeah, how come we always have our best talks in the hospital?
Viki: Thatís a good question --
Viki: Donít change the subject. Last time we were here on prom night, you told me that you loved Cole.
Starr: I remember.
Viki: Yeah. And you were very upset because you realized that you had not really seen your dad out in the rainstorm, remember? And then you told me that the only other person who made you feel completely safe was Cole.
Starr: That was before he made the choice not to save my dadís life.
Viki: Honey, he made the wrong choice, but he made the wrong choice for the right reasons.
Starr: I know that, but he could've tried harder.
Viki: Ok, do this for me. Put yourself in his position, ok? Think about this -- what would you do if you had to make a choice between saving your dad or Coleís mom? What would you do? Be honest.
Starr: I donít know.
Bo: Between your original confession and this latest one, you're not leaving me a lot of options, Marty.
Marty: I realize that. But all that matters to me is telling the truth, and making sure my son is cared for.
Bo: I think we should have a little talk in private.
John: Willis, will you keep an eye on Dr. Saybrooke for a moment? I wouldnít do it, Bo. Itís a mistake to arrest her.
Bo: You know I donít have a choice.
John: I'm just asking you to stall a little, you know? Her story doesnít add up, Bo. A good defense attorney will have her on the street in a second.
Bo: Now, she confessed.
John: Yeah, to being there, to being in the room with Truman. She doesnít remember stabbing him.
Bo: She believes that sheís repressing the most traumatic parts. Now, any good prosecutor would jump all over that, especially given the fact that Marty is a psychiatrist -- who better would know?
John: What if sheís not repressing anything, Bo? What if she doesnít remember what happened because something happened to her?
Bo: Such as?
John: You know, some kind of head injury. You know, the CAT scan confirmed a type of head injury. Maybe Truman did something, he knocked her out Ė that could explain why she doesnít remember what happened. She doesnít remember killing him because she didnít.
Bo: If she didnít, who did?
Rex: Not that itís any of your business, Sarah, but no, I am not back together with Adriana.
Rex: Why do you care?
Sarah: I donít.
Cristian: Then whatís with the third degree?
Sarah: I am bored as a rock in this town, ok? I thought a little local gossip might spice things up a little.
Cristian: Yeah, well, you're going to have to get your gossip someplace else.
Rex: You heard from Hunter?
Cristian: Nope. Nada.
Sarah: "Nada" -- that sums this town up in two perfect syllables.
Rex: Could you be any more annoying?
Rex: Ok, I'm out of here.
Sarah: Going to get Adriana back?
Cristian: Do you have any friends?
Sarah: In Chicago.
Rex: Maybe you could get a job, relieve the boredom.
Sarah: I donít need to work, ok? I'm a Buchanan.
Cristian: Every Buchanan I know works pretty damn hard. Here, why donít you take a look I think the "help wanted" section is in page four.
Sarah: Yeah -- where are the concert listings? Oh, my God. Look.
Vincent: Shaun, look, man, I donít need a watchdog.
Layla: Itís not Shaun.
Vincent: Layla. Look, I am so sorry I didnít call you this morning. I thought you might've been sleeping in.
Layla: I couldnít sleep at all.
Vincent: Thatís not good.
Layla: Itís fine. You took care of me last night. Now itís my turn to take care of you. What are you doing up here?
Vincent: Itís just an instant-replay of last night -- trying to get some perspective.
Layla: Any luck?
Vincent: Not yet, but, look, I donít want you worrying about me.
Layla: Itís too late. Vincent, you had the worst of it. You could have let Tate die. Thank God I didnít have to make that choice. It must be on your mind.
Layla: So? How are you feeling about it all?
Vincent: I feel like I did the wrong thing. I feel like I should've let Harmon die.
Bo: I donít want to believe that Martyís a killer, John, but you know the way this thing works. We have to proceed by the book, until we can find evidence that will point us in a different direction. See, I'm not asking you to quit looking.
John: I probably wouldnít have listened.
Bo: Yeah, no kidding. I'll be honest with you, though. Thereís something about Martyís confession that just doesnít sit right. But the more that she remembers, the more my hands are tied. She went after Truman with the murder weapon. Now, what are we going to do with that?
John: Bo, I know the position you're in. I understand it, I do. I'm -- I'm just asking you for a little more time.
Bo: So what do you think I should do? Maybe we let her walk?
John: Itís not like sheís going anywhere.
Bo: No, no, she'd probably stick around, but then, of course, you and I both would be out of a job, and then we wouldnít be any good to anyone.
John: Oh. Oh, I tell you, I -- I shouldnít have pressed her so hard. Maybe -- maybe if I hadnít --
Bo: Well, if you hadnít, then she probably wouldnít have remembered everything that she did, and then you would be out there looking for the killer that we might just already have.
Dorian: I cannot believe that man was such a lunatic. I mean, I -- I never had any clue -- well, nobody did.
Adriana: Rex did. And I went off on him every chance I got. It ruined our relationship, which must've made Tate really happy -- returning Rex to purity.
Dorian: Oh, please. Donít ever talk like that again.
Adriana: I meant from Tateís point of view.
Dorian: Tate managed to break up your relationship with Rex, but, in a way, Rex must feel vindicated now. Right? So why donít you think the two of you will -- will find a way back to each other?
Adriana: Do you really want that?
Dorian: Why are you asking me that question?
Adriana: Oh -- because a year ago, you --
Dorian: Oh, no. What -- wait a minute. You said we werenít going to go there.
Adriana: Rex has saved my life more than once. First was with your stalker, and last night on the roof. How can he forgive me for repeatedly not trusting him?
Dorian: I was at the hospital last night with Todd and Blair, and after everything thatís happened, it was obvious that they still love each other. So maybe they were meant to be together.
Adriana: Thatís the thing, Mom -- I donít know if Rex and I are strong enough to get past what we did to each other. And if we arenít, then it doesnít matter if we were meant to be together. Itís done.
Rex: It doesnít say anything about where Toddís been all this time.
Sarah: Does it matter? Heís back and heís alive, which means I can get the hell out of dodge.
Cristian: It didnít say anything about your boy, Hunter.
Sarah: Thatís a good thing.
Cristian: It means heís still out there somewhere, Sarah, probably hiding out so he doesnít go to jail for kidnapping.
Sarah: Oh, trust me, Hunter is not going to hang around Dullville any longer than necessary.
Cristian: Look, Sarah, the point is, manning was hurt pretty bad back in Chicago. If he ended up here in Llanview, odds are Hunter made that happen. He could still be around.
Sarah: So what are we supposed to do, pick out china patterns?
Rex: You got a better idea?
Sarah: Yeah -- I take off.
Sarah: Not your business. I've got unlimited funds at my disposal, remember?
Cristian: Till your parents cut you off. Look, your family wants you to stick around in Llanview. How long do you think till they figure out the best way to do that is to kick you off the gravy train?
Sarah: They wouldnít do that to me.
Rex: You could get that job.
Sarah: Doing what?
Cristian: Well, my mom is looking for help at the diner. Do you think you can muster up some of that helpful energy of yours?
Layla: Why do you think you should've let Tate die?
Vincent: He was there, Layla. He was hiding in the apartment, and he heard everything before all this went down, remember? He heard me tell you how I would do anything -- anything to protect my family from the O.P.P. and I had the chance. I looked him dead into his eyes, and I didnít have the guts to let him go. I saved his life. And I also let the people that I love down.
Layla: Uh-uh. You didnít let me down, Vincent. If you had done it, dropped him, and ended it that way, you wouldnít be the man you are right now. You're not a killer, you're not Tate.
Vincent: I said I will protect you, and I didnít.
Layla: You did.
Vincent: Not enough. He was going to throw Adriana off the side of the building, he had a knife to your throat. Talia -- she did the right thing. She shot him and sent him off the side of the building like he tried to do Adriana! And what did I do? I saved his life.
Layla: Would you rather he be dead because of you?
Sarah: Huh -- I am not waiting tables.
Rex: Why, you too good for it?
Sarah: Because I suck at it. You know how many waitressing jobs I've been fired from?
Cristian: Kind of hard to imagine with your winning personality.
Sarah: People piss me off with their "sauce on the side, separate checks" bull, and I get fired because I get mad, so sue me.
Cristian: Ok, ok, fine. What about temping? Can you type?
Sarah: Ha! A desk job -- are you serious? I would rather go to jail. At least they get to wear comfortable clothes.
Rex: What can you do?
Sarah: I can book talent at Capricorn.
Sarah: Look, I know the music business better than anybody this side of Philly. So, what do you say? When do I start?
Viki: You are a very brave young woman, I think you know that. But sometimes the bravest thing in the world to do is just to have faith. Why donít you kick back and kind of wait and see what happens?
Starr: So you think that if I do wait, then maybe I'll feel like forgiving Cole?
Viki: I donít know about that, but I'll tell you this. Sometimes things that seem totally impossible one day come true the next -- prom night, hmm?
Starr: I know, but itís just so useless to even think about it. Even if I do forgive Cole, my dad wonít. He hated h so much before that he tried to strangle him before he disappeared, and now --
Viki: Honey -- honey, I never said it was going to be easy. Besides, you know, we donít really know what happened to your dad while he was gone. He may have changed.
Starr: Aunt Viki, not that much.
Viki: Probably not. Although, in the years that I've known your father, heís changed a lot. So I think maybe we can give him the benefit of the doubt, hmm, and Cole, too? Besides, you know, Miles Laurence is the one responsible for what happened, and heís the one your dad is going to blame.
Starr: That guy is so creepy --
Viki: Oh, yeah.
Starr: Cole hated that his mom married him.
Viki: Well, I agree with him on that. I think Martyís well rid of him. Thank God the truth about that finally came out.
Jessica: Antonio is going to be so hurt when he finds out what we did.
Nash: I donít think he could be any more hurt.
Jessica: Oh -- our divorce had just gone through, and I didnít wait a week to get remarried. What does that say about him and me?
Nash: Shouldnít have gotten married? Look -- we didnít do this to hurt anybody, especially not him, we did it for us. Right?
Nash: I wasnít going to let you -- I wasnít going to let you risk your life with another surgery without you having some kind of a commitment to the future.
Jessica: I already had one.
Nash: All right, may-- maybe it was for me.
Jessica: No. You werenít going to lose me.
Nash: Well, we waited so long, I donít want to waste another second before starting my life with you, either.
Jessica: I donít regret what we did for one minute. I just feel a little guilty.
Nash: Yeah, me, too. But Antonio is free now, and this is right. Marrying you is the best thing I ever did. I donít regret it for a second.
Jessica: Me, too.
Nash: Well, then we're even. I got to kiss you.
Layla: I know what kind of guy Tate is, and I hate him for what he did to my sister. But if you'd let him go? If I'd seen you do that, I donít know if I'd feel the same way I feel about you right now.
Vincent: How do you feel about me?
Layla: You're a hero, Vincent, and I'm proud to know you. And I want to know everything there is to know about you -- and then some.
Vincent: I'd like to do that. I want to do that.
Bo: You know how this conversationís going to end.
John: You want to come back in?
Marty: Am I under arrest?
Sarah: Dude, I am offering you my services -- I could be a great booker for your club.
Cristian: "Dude," itís not my club, itís my brotherís club.
Sarah: Yeah, but you're running it.
Cristian: Yeah, but Ė
Sarah: No, no, no, no, no. No "buts." I know the music biz, and Capricorn could be great. It could make a statement, get people out of the city.
Cristian: We already get people out of the city. We had Nelly Furtado, Mary J. Blige.
Sarah: Yeah, but what have you done lately?
Cristian: Back at you, rock star.
Sarah: Thatís low.
Cristian: All right, I didnít mean it that way, I'm sorry.
Sarah: Make it up to me -- give me a job. Come on, I can do this. I just need somebody to give me a chance. I've got a dream, you've got a club -- kind of a no-brainer, huh?
Cristian: No such thing where you're concerned.
Sarah: Do we have a deal or not?
Cristian: I got to shower, I got things to do.
Viki: I love you, you know that?
Starr: I love you, too.
Viki: Aw. You know what, sweetheart? We still have a few minutes. Why donít you stay here and think about what we talked about? I'm just going to run and see if Jessieís ok. I'll be right back, we'll go see your dad together, ok?
Starr: Ok, thank you.
Vincent: You know, last night, before all hell broke loose --
Layla: You set up this beautiful, romantic dinner. Why?
Vincent: Well, I wanted the two of us to get back together. Just the two of us. I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to take another shot at being my girlfriend.
Layla: I already am.
Bo: I take no pleasure in this, none. But I donít have a choice.
Marty: I realize that. Please, um, do as you have to do.
Bo: Marty Saybrooke, you're under arrest for the murder of Spencer Truman.
On the next "One Life to Live" --
Miles: Well, what do you want me to write?
John: Your confession.
Cole: I swear I'll make it up to you if you just give me the chance.
Antonio: You wanted to tell me something? That you and Nash got married?
Blair: I think we should talk about your feelings for Evangeline.
Rex: Itís over, Adriana.
Adriana: Is it really?
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