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Episode # 10374 -- Something in Red
Provided By Laurie R.
Proofread By Kathy
Eunice: Welcome to the "Go Red" Ball.
David: Thank you. Namaste, Ms. Burns.
Dorian: Eunice, it is so good to see you. Are we the first ones here?
Eunice: I'll just need your tickets.
Dorian: Oh, yes. Of course. There you are. Come, darling.
Eunice: And your names?
Dorian: You know my name. I am, after all, the co-chair of this event.
Eunice: We have to keep a record of everyone who attends.
Dorian: Darling, I wonder if you wouldn't go ahead without me. I'll be there in just a moment.
Dorian: Eunice, if the presence of my companion were known, it could cause a disruption at this event. And we wouldn't want that, would we?
Eunice: I can assure you, I'm the soul of discretion.
Dorian: I knew I could count on you. And please, would you add the name Beaver Calhoun to the list?
Eunice: Does he have a ticket?
Dorian: Yes! Of course, he has a ticket. He's a VIP.
Eunice: Good, because no one gets in without a ticket.
Gigi: Ugh. A ticket can't just get up and walk away, can it? But neither can a dress. Great, Morasco, now you're talking to yourself. How could they have just disappeared?
Rex: David Vickers is here in your hotel?
Roxy: Yes. So weird, because he didn't want any pillows. He said he wanted to be just like dolly someone.
Rex: Yeah, the Dalai Lama.
Roxy: Oh, yeah, like her.
Rex: You wouldn't be teasing me, huh? Your first-born son, your only son?
Roxy: Why would I be giving you the skinny since Dorian gave me a lot of money to keep my lips zipped?
Rex: Dorian, she's here, too?
Roxy: Shh, quiet. She's in room three.
Rex: Sorry, John.
John: Go ahead.
Roxy: Johnny-boy, I hardly recognized you.
John: Leave me alone, I hate getting dressed up.
Roxy: Who's the lucky lady you're making a big sacrifice for?
Moe: Noelle, you look fine. You keep changing clothes, we're going to miss our big night in Llanview society.
Blair: Moe, give the woman some time. Women like to make grand entrances.
Moe: For what I paid for these tickets, I want to make sure I get my money's worth.
Blair: Dorian is the co-chair of the "Go Red" Ball. I think she's going to make sure you have a very good time.
Moe: Are you showing up -- what do they call, fashionably late? I read all about it in Emily Post.
Blair: I'm sure you did, but I'm not going.
Moe: Well, I thought this here was the social event of the season.
Blair: Well, it is.
Moe: You don't have a date?
Roxy: Hey, Johnny-boy, I knew that Blair wouldn't stay angry at you. And so what if you told Marty and the two of those girls were swimming around in the Llantano River? Excuse me, if you didn't want anyone listening, you should've moved to another booth.
John: Good night, Roxy.
Roxy: Oh, wait a minute. Oh, no, your tie is all -- no, it's all screwed up.
John: I can do --
Roxy: No, here, I got it.
Roxy: Perfecto, Garcia.
John: Thank you.
[Phone stops vibrating]
Todd: Ah, come on, go for it.
Todd: Shh. This chick's going for a million dollars.
Téa: You haven't answered your phone.
Todd: Shut up! She's going to answer the question.
Téa: I was worried about you, Todd.
Todd: Well, here I am. I'm alive, I'm talking to you, I'm telling you you can leave.
Téa: I didn't work my ass off to get you acquitted so you could just hole yourself up here in Marty’s old bedroom.
[Buzzer sounds on game show]
Todd: Oh, God, what an idiot. She got it wrong.
Todd: Oh, hand it over.
Todd: My key.
Téa: Todd --
Todd: I don't want you coming here anymore.
Gigi: Balsom, it's me. You didn't happen to come back home and take my ticket and my dress, did you? Because I thought we were meeting at the ball, so you wouldn't need my dress. Unless you were planning on wearing it. You weren't, right? Call me as soon as you get this.
Charlie: I just hope things go a little more smoothly than they did last year.
Viki: I would think they'd have to.
Charlie: Allison Perkins is still in a coma.
Viki: Oh, trust me, Charlie, I checked.
Charlie: Better safe than sorry.
Viki: I have enough to worry about with Dorian.
Charlie: What, you don't believe that Dorian's turned over a new leaf now that she's gone Buddhist?
Viki: Are you kidding? This is Dorian. The thing is, Rex knows what she's up to. I just wish he would tell me.
Dorian: David, I hope you will forgive me wearing this garish red dress instead of the traditional spiritual garb.
David: Oh, no, I understand. You made a commitment to this cause before you made a commitment to me.
Dorian: My décolletage, does it offend?
David: Dorian, you look --
Dorian: Vulgar? Impure?
Dorian: My darling, come and see.
David: What is this? It looks like a game show.
Dorian: Oh, no, don't you see? It's a -- it's a meditation room. While I'm busy with my co-chair duties, well, you can be in here maintaining tradition, meditating, chanting.
David: Why don't we go out together? I'm starting to get the feeling that you're hiding something.
Dorian: Why, darling, what would I be hiding?
David: Me. What are you up to, Dorian? What in the world is going on?
Téa: I'm not giving you back your house key.
Todd: You're my lawyer, not my babysitter.
Téa: I came here because I care about you, Todd, and because you need me.
Todd: I don't need anyone.
Téa: Okay, fine. Maybe I came here because I need you.
Blair: Look, it's not that I don't have a date --
Noelle: All right, Maurice Stubbs, was that fast enough for you?
Moe: You look gorgeous.
Blair: Red is indeed your color.
Noelle: Oh, thank you. Moe, what are you yelling at me to hurry for? Blair's not even dressed yet.
Moe: Blair says she's not going.
Blair: Yeah, you know, I think I'll just sit this one out this year.
Moe: She doesn't have a date.
Noelle: Oh, well, why don't you come with us?
Blair: No, no, no, I would be intruding. I'm not going to do that.
Moe: What about that ex-cop you were seeing?
Noelle: Moe, that's none of our business.
Blair: You know what? I asked myself the same thing. What about that ex-cop that I've been seeing? He's says that I'm the one, but every time I turn around, he's off --
Noelle: You think he's cheating on you?
Blair: No. But I am beginning to feel like it's just a matter of time, you know?
John: You all right?
Marty: Why wouldn't I be?
John: Well, you took a header into the Llantano River.
Marty: I didn't take a header. Your girlfriend pulled me in.
John: Okay, I was just asking.
Marty: What's with the pretty tux anyway?
John: Well, there's this thing tonight.
Marty: Oh, that's right, the "Go Red" ball. Didn't figure you for a $500-a-plate type. Blair must be thrilled.
John: You sure you're okay?
Marty: You better hurry. You don't want to keep her waiting.
John: I'm not.
Marty: Not what?
John: The $500-a-plate type.
Marty: Could've fooled me.
Rex: David's not in his room!
Roxy: You know, you're completely freaking me out. I've been sitting here the whole time. He didn't go through the front door.
Rex: Okay, look, there's no other way out of here?
Roxy: There's no other way -- yeah, through the back. Actually, he could've gone out through kitchen --
Rex: Damn! They're already at the ball!
Roxy: Calm down -- hey! Hey, Rex, you forgot your phone. Rex, you got --
Gigi: Damn it, Rex, why aren't you picking up? I've got no ticket and no red dress. Ugh! Now what?
Stacy: I'm here for the red ball.
Stacy: Uh, here's my ticket.
Eunice: I still need your name.
Stacy: Why? It's not like I'm going to steal anything.
Eunice: How do I know that? We have lots of lovely gift bags. Heart-healthy products, like that Swanson’s chunk chicken, so handy to have in the cupboard.
Stacy: And where do you expect me to stash that exactly?
Eunice: I have to have your name. You have to be on my list or you don't get in the door.
Eunice: Morasco -- Gigi?
Stacy: That's me.
Eunice: Go right in. Nice dress, by the way. Fits you like a glove.
Clint: No sign of Dorian or Vickers.
Nora: Are we sure they're coming?
Clint: Any word from Rex?
Bo: Not since he left Viki’s.
Clint: Damn it.
Nora: Hey, hey, hey, tonight is about preventing heart attacks, remember?
Clint: Yeah, well, if Dorian made some kind of deal with David, they could take over everything we own.
Nora: Maybe we should've told Vickers about all of this before you hooked up with Dorian, and then we could've made a deal with him.
Clint: I am not going to David Vickers with my hat in my hand.
Nora: Well, maybe we don't have to. I mean, maybe his newfound Buddhism will give him his spirit of generosity.
Clint: Oh, please, I don't buy that for a second.
Nora: Yeah, okay, I'm not really buying it either.
Dorian: Why, David, what would I possibly be hiding? Um, no. Do you have any idea how excited I am to announce to everybody that I am now Mrs. David Vickeroshi?
David: So let's go tell them now.
Dorian: No, no, I -- I want it to be perfect, exactly how I imagined it.
David: So, why don't we go out together to the party?
Dorian: And spoil the surprise?
David: You always did have a flair for the dramatic, didn't you?
Dorian: And I will try and bring you back some refreshment.
Viki: What could you be up to?
Blair: Okay, guys, you better get going.
Moe: What, and leave you here all by yourself?
Noelle: Worrying that your man is cheating on you?
Blair: John McBain is not my man.
Moe: Didn't look like that to me.
Noelle: He sure did seem sweet on you.
Blair: Yeah, well, John McBain is his own man. He's the strong, silent type. First, I thought that was kind of sexy. Now, it's just kind of frustrating.
Moe: You know, sometimes, men don't like to --
Blair: To talk about their feelings?
Moe: As much as women do.
Blair: Yeah, they can risk their own life, and they're okay with that, but the minute you want them to talk about how they feel, they get all scared to death. Is that what you're saying?
Moe: Well, sometimes, we like to pretend we don't even have feelings.
Blair: Yeah, well, John didn't have any problem telling Marty Saybrooke how he feels. That's for sure.
Noelle: Oh, you heard it?
Blair: Oh, yeah. I definitely heard it, and if that's how he feels, then to hell with him.
Noelle: Now, I'm sure you don't mean that. Whatever happened between --
Blair: It's over, okay? I'm over John McBain.
John: Oh, looks like I have a problem, then.
Roxy: I hope when my handsome prince shows up, he looks just like Johnny-boy.
Marty: Excuse me?
Roxy: You know, he wears more black than an undertaker. But, oh, man, do you see that white makes his blue eyes just go pop.
Marty: Yeah, he looked nice.
Roxy: Nice? Oh -- a hunka-hunka. Oh, I'm sorry, man, that was kind of gauche, because, like, the two of you used to --
Marty: It's okay, I don't remember, whatever it was.
Roxy: You know, I got to tell you, honestly, I was really put off when the two of you got together, because I thought Natalie and him were going to be together for life. But, you know, sometimes things, they just don't work out the way you plan. And you two were old friends for a long time, so you know, it was good, but sometimes when it's real slow like that, you turn up the heat just --
Marty: Anymore travel magazines?
Roxy: Well, I got a "Guns and Ammo." It would be real good for the guy that you're shacking up with.
Marty: I'm not shacking up with him.
Roxy: Yeah, sure, you're with Seal boy, and Johnny's with Blair, it's cool.
Blair: Could you just go away?
Wes: Marty, something wrong?
Todd: You need me for what?
Téa: Um -- I have another case that I've been working on for the past couple months.
Téa: My client's been falsely accused of murdering his wife.
Todd: He didn't stab her in self-defense, did he?
Téa: This is important, Todd.
[Turns TV off]
Todd: What are you -- so is my television. All right?
[Turns TV on]
Téa: Oh! I believed you when you said you didn't kill Lee Halpern. I found you slumped next to her body with a bloody knife in your hand, and still, I believed you.
Todd: You're a dope, then.
Téa: I lied to the cops. I told them I did it. I lied to the cops and told them I did it to save your ass! And now, you're making fun of me?
Todd: Gee whiz, it's a joke. Lighten up.
Téa: Well, I wish I could lighten up. But an innocent man's life is at stake.
Todd: So, I assume you want money. You want money for his defense. That's fine.
Téa: No, I don't need money.
Todd: Ah. Okay, I'll write something in "The Sun." Just give me his name --
Téa: No, I don't need the paper.
Todd: Well, what is it you need?
Téa: I need you to escort me to the "Go Red" ball tonight.
Todd: I see. That's it, eh?
Téa: So -- so you'll do it?
Todd: Oh, absolutely not.
Eunice: Names, check. Red dress, check. You're all set.
Clint: Where's the bar?
Eunice: Right inside.
Clint: Thanks. Can I get you anything?
Nora: No, I'm fine, thank you.
Clint: Bo, you want something from the bar?
Bo: Oh, no, thanks.
Natalie: Actually, some champagne sounds really nice.
Clint: It's a little early to be celebrating.
Natalie: I'm thinking positive.
Jared: That's what I love about her.
Nora: On second thought, maybe a drink's not such a bad idea.
Bo: Why, what do you mean?
Nora: Are you really serious about sending Matthew to a military academy?
Bo: Well, we can talk about it, but as far as I'm concerned, it's a done deal.
Dorian: The only thing that I'm up to is making sure that this party goes smoothly.
Viki: Really? Well, you might've tried that this afternoon, while I was doing everything that's on your list.
Dorian: How wonderful of you. So now, we can all just relax and enjoy the party.
Vanessa: All the red dresses, everyone looks so beautiful.
Cristian: I think you look the best, hands down.
Vanessa: Well, thank you for inviting me.
Cristian: Why wouldn't I invite you? You're my wife.
Antonio: Antonio Vega and Talia Sahid.
Eunice: Yes, I have you both here. And you are?
Layla: Layla Williamson.
Eunice: Check. Red dress, check. Do you have an escort?
Talia: Is Oliver Fish here yet?
Stacy: Looking for me?
Nora: I still don't think the answer's shipping our son off to military school.
Bo: Well, I don't care what that vice principal says. There are drugs in that school. I can't even talk to my own kid anymore.
Nora: Listen, I'm concerned, too, but, you know, maybe this is just a teenage boy thing he's going through. Maybe he'll just work through it all in his own way.
Bo: Well, I'm not going to stand around and watch my son experiment with drugs.
Nora: Well, I'm not talking about sitting around, but we don't have to overreact and send him to some thinly disguised detention center.
Bo: Can we table this discussion? I can't even concentrate with Dorian over there, looking like a cat that swallowed the canary.
Nora: Oh, that is disturbing.
Bo: Where the hell's Balsom? He was supposed to track down Vickers.
Eunice: Excuse me. I need your name.
Rex: Rex Balsom.
Eunice: And your ticket?
Rex: Sure. I just had it.
Eunice: You're not even in black tie, and I can't let anyone in without a ticket.
Rex: Well, you can bend the rules on the dress code, right? My girlfriend probably has it. Gigi Morasco?
Eunice: Oh, yes, she's already here.
Rex: Well, if you could just let me go in --
Eunice: That was quite some dress she had on.
Rex: You like it?
Eunice: Oh, yeah. How do I say this -- very, uh, va-va-voom.
Rex: That's what I was going for. I bought it -- a salesgirl at the store helped me pick it out.
Eunice: Oh, she gets my vote for best use of red. And no woman gets in without a red dress.
Gigi: So everyone will be in long, red ball gowns. So what? Everyone will notice you. Exactly what I've always loved, a room full of people staring at me.
Gigi: What's the worst that could happen?
Blair: What are you doing here?
John: Sven let me in.
Moe: I think we better get going.
Noelle: Maybe we'll see you later.
Blair: Oh, don't count on it.
John: These are for you.
Blair: They're lovely. Wow, prince charming, maybe you should've called first.
John: I figured you'd just hang up.
Blair: But you thought you could come over here and get me to go to the ball after everything that you said to Marty about me?
John: Oh, come on, I know how much you like to get dressed up.
Blair: Well, maybe I do have a red dress in my arsenal, but you probably wouldn't even dance with me.
John: Only the slow ones.
Blair: Well, you sure you wouldn't rather take Marty?
Wes: Are you sure you're okay?
Marty: Oh, my gosh, would everyone stop asking me that?
Wes: Okay, whoa, what -- what just happened here?
Marty: What do you mean?
Wes: I mean, normally you don't take my head off for asking you how you are.
Marty: You working tonight?
Wes: Yeah, apparently your friend decided to change the schedule.
Marty: Can you get someone to cover for you?
Wes: Probably, why?
Marty: Because suddenly, I feel like dancing.
Todd: What do you care about the "Go Red" ball?
Téa: The person who put my client behind bars will be there, and so I need to be there.
Todd: What, do you think they're going to confess on the dance floor?
Téa: I need to be there, and I don't wish to go by myself, and you owe me.
Todd: Send me a bill, then.
Téa: Fine. Let's make this more interesting, shall we?
Todd: Delgado --
Téa: With a game of money, honey. I win --
Téa: You take me to the ball.
Todd: And if you lose?
Téa: Believe me, I won't lose.
Dorian: How lovely to see so many Buchanans here tonight. Clint, I hope you're ready to hand over your fortune.
Clint: What's that supposed to mean?
Dorian: Well, this is a charity ball, and the two co-chairs are right here, ready and able to accept any and all donations to the American Heart Association.
Clint: Well, we gave at the office.
Dorian: I hope the check clears.
Clint: Oh, for God's sake, would you get over it?
Dorian: Get over what?
Clint: Dorian, we know what you've been up to.
Dorian: I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Clint: The last time you had that look on your face, my son-in-law died. So whatever it is you’re planning, don't do it.
Dorian: I'm just planning to have a good time.
Nora: Is it possible for you without a date?
Dorian: Anything is possible, Nora.
Rex: Sorry, it took me forever to find my ticket.
Bo: Did you find Vickers?
Rex: Dorian had him stashed at the Angel Square Hotel.
Clint: So did you talk to him?
Rex: Sorry, I just missed him.
Eunice: Calhoun, check. Tell me, Mr. Calhoun, what kind of a name is Beaver?
Beaver: It's a nickname, ma'am. Have a lovely evening now.
Gigi: Hi. I'm here for the ball. Um, I had a ticket, but I lost it, or it got stolen. I don't know what happened to it, but it's gone.
Eunice: The invitation clearly states --
Gigi: That you must wear red, I know. My boyfriend got me the most amazing red dress --
Eunice: Uh-huh, let me guess -- you lost that, too?
Gigi: Yeah. Is that the guest list? I'm on it, I swear. Just look.
Eunice: Gigi Morasco?
Gigi: You have it?
Eunice: Of course I have it. Ms. Morasco is already inside.
Stacy: Some party, huh?
Ofc. Fish: Yeah, yeah, some party.
Stacy: Yeah, it'll probably go pretty late. Maybe we should get a room just in case.
Ofc. Fish: Um, I -- I'm actually meeting someone here, so --
Stacy: I thought you didn't have a date.
Ofc. Fish: I don't. She's volunteering. So I guess I better go find her.
Stacy: You guess?
Ofc. Fish: Oh, what do you know, here she is.
Talia: Excuse me, Mrs. Davidson?
Viki: Talia, yes?
Talia: We're ready for you.
Viki: Thank you. Excuse me.
Dorian: Where are you, Beaver?
Layla: Dr. Lord?
Dorian: Hi, Layla. You look beautiful.
Layla: Thank you. We're ready for you.
Dorian: Oh, thank you.
Viki: Good evening and welcome. I'm Victoria Lord Davidson, and on behalf of the American Heart Association, I would like to thank our sponsor, Campbell’s, and everyone here tonight for making the "Go Red" ball such a huge success. I hope that you will all enjoy your gift bags, which are filled with wonderful products from Campbell’s. And from personal experience, I can tell you how very helpful foods such as Prego heart smart pasta sauce have been. The money that we raise here tonight goes to fund heart-health awareness throughout the world, which, as many of you know, is very dear to my heart. And now, I would like to introduce you to my co-chairperson for the ball, without whose help, none of this would've been possible -- dr. Dorian Lord. Dorian, will you join me please?
Dorian: Thank you, Victoria, for that lovely introduction. I'm very honored to be here. But I do have to correct you somewhat. You see, I am no longer Dr. Dorian Lord. I have recently remarried. David, will you join us?
Dorian: Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce my husband, David Vickeroshi.
Todd: Two, three, four, five, six, seven. Wait a minute. You moved seven spaces.
Téa: Listen, you give me the radio station and I will give you -- the city paper. Come on.
Téa: All right.
Todd: Where's my -- oh.
Todd and Téa: Sucker.
Téa: It's nice to -- to hear you sounding human again.
Todd: Who says I'm human?
[Todd advances playing piece]
Todd: Now, let's get this straight -- there ain't no way I'm taking you to no jive-ass ball.
Téa: Oh, you better have your tux cleaned --
[Téa rolls dice]
Téa: Because looks like we're going to be going.
John: I put my best suit on for you, not Marty.
Blair: Well, that's a surprise since she is the one that's pulling you around by that cute little nose of yours.
John: Yeah, you mentioned that.
Blair: Mm-hmm, it's the truth.
John: In your opinion.
Blair: And I'm not changing it any time soon.
John: Good, don't change it.
Blair: You don't want me to?
John: I don't want to change you. I like you just the way you are.
Blair: And I like you just the way you are.
John: So what do you say, we going to this clam bake or not?
Blair: I'll go change my clothes.
John: Hurry up. Got to have the shoes back by midnight.
Wes: So you feel like dancing?
Marty: Hmm-hmm. There's this big charity event at the Palace.
Wes: Doesn't sound like much of a party to me.
Marty: Oh, come on. Everyone who's anyone is going to be there.
Wes: Really? Well, my invitation must've got lost in the mail.
Marty: Oh, me, too. Someone has to show this town how to have a good time.
Wes: How much are tickets?
Marty: It doesn't matter -- you know why? Because we are going to crash!
Viki: Oh, my God, he actually married that woman.
Clint: That's it.
Bo: Guess we better start packing, eh?
Nora: Let's not get the cardboard boxes out so fast. Maybe he doesn't know he's a Buchanan yet.
Dorian: My husband, David Vickeroshi, has transformed my life. He has taught me the meaning of "dharma," that only in the act of giving selflessly can one truly receive what one wants. And I did not have to go to Tibet -- I found this wisdom right here in my very own Llanview. I cannot imagine this night getting any better. But then again, perhaps I can.
Gigi: Gigi Morasco can't already be inside.
Eunice: I checked her name off myself.
Gigi: But I'm Gigi Morasco.
Eunice: Miss, maybe you should go home before you embarrass yourself any further.
Gigi: Fine. You don't believe me, maybe you'll believe the state of Pennsylvania. Are you kidding?
Gigi: My I.D. is gone, too?
Eunice: Looks like someone's having a very bad day.
Gigi: All right, you know what, honey? My boyfriend is waiting for me in there, so I'm just going to go inside whether you like it or not.
Eunice: Oh, yeah? You can't go in there without a ticket and a red dress!
Stacy: Can I buy you a drink?
Rex: What the hell –
Roxy: You know, sailor boy, you got some major calzones crashing that "Go Red" ball.
Wes: Well, don't look at me. It was Marty’s idea.
Roxy: I'd pay good money to see that.
Marty: All right, let's go.
Roxy: You can say that again.
Blair: So, what do you think?
John: You look --
Blair: Sexy, sultry, sinful?
Blair: Ah, that'll do, that'll do.
John: What say we hit the road?
Blair: Whoa, wait, whoa, wait. What is -- this?
John: What's it? Well, I -- I think it means we're going to the ball.
Blair: But we haven't resolved anything.
John: Sure we have.
John: We both don't want to forget each other.
Téa: [Singsong] Looks like we're going to the ball.
Todd: I never should've given you that radio station.
Téa: [Normal voice] I won fair and square.
Todd: Let's go best two out of three.
Téa: No, we don't have any time. I don't want my client's accuser to turn into a pumpkin at midnight.
Todd: I think you'd be better going yourself. I really do.
Téa: Shower, shave, suit.
Todd: I don't think I can do it.
Téa: Yes, you can do this. Look, I'm not saying I understand what you did to Marty or to Starr and her baby.
Todd: What -- what are you doing here?
Téa: You wanted to redeem yourself, Todd. And no matter what I think of what you did, I know that you were coming from a good place.
Téa: What? It's true. Don't laugh at me.
Todd: What a load of crap. You must be really desperate to go to this thing.
Téa: I don't want you to hate yourself, Todd.
Todd: Why not? Everyone else does.
Téa: I don't. You're going to have to face people eventually. Please?
David: My love, why don't we lead everyone in the traditional celebratory chant? It only takes about 40 minutes. Nam --
Viki: Thank you, everyone, thank you. Enjoy the ball.
Ofc. Fish: So, you said you'd save me a dance?
Layla: Oh, maybe later. I've got to make sure everybody gets these gift bags.
Rex: I -- I don't believe this. I bought that exact same dress for my girlfriend.
Stacy: Then your girlfriend's a very lucky girl.
Rex: Do I know you from somewhere?
Stacy: Hmm, I don't know. Do you?
Eunice: Miss, you can't go in there without a ticket and a red dress!
Gigi: Oh, yeah? Watch me.
Eunice: Oh, don't you make me call security!
Gigi: Go on.
Gigi: Oh, my God.
Dorian: Isn't anybody going to offer me their best wishes?
Clint: What for?
Dorian: Why, for marrying David, of course.
Viki: Dorian, what is going on?
Dorian: Wonderful things are going on, Viki. David and I have found spirituality. Money, material things do not matter to us anymore, and why should they? We have found each other.
Beaver: Clint Buchanan. Good to see you again.
Clint: Beaver, what are you doing here?
Beaver: You know what I'm doing, Clint -- my duty. I'm here to see David Vickers.
Dorian: You have found him, and I am Mrs. David Vickeroshi.
Beaver: It's nice to meet you, ma'am.
Beaver: I've been searching for you for a long time, Mr. Vickers -- oshi. I've got some important message for you.
Gigi: He's here, I swear. He'll tell you who I am.
Gigi: Rex, Rex!
Gigi: It's my boyfriend. He'll tell you who I am.
Eunice: Ah! Security!
Gigi: Oh, I'm glad to see you.
Rex: What's going on?
Gigi: Um -- tell her. That's my dress. That's my dress.
Rex: Yeah, I was just telling her --
Gigi: Excuse me, where did you get that dress?
Stacy: Hi, Gigi.
Todd: Now, how long do we have to stay?
Téa: As long as I want. I won, remember?
Blair: Now this is awkward.
Téa: Oh. No, this is awkward.
David: Are you a Buddhist, Mr. Calhoun?
Beaver: No, I'm a lawyer -- Asa Buchanan's lawyer to be exact. I am in charge of his will and I am here to honor his memory by doing exactly as he has instructed.
David: What did Asa instruct you to do? What does this have to do with me?
Beaver: Well, his will had several conditions. Now he wished to provide for not only his known heirs, but any heretofore unknown heirs, as well.
Clint: Oh, for God's sakes, man, get it over with.
Beaver: You are not David Vickeroshi. You are David Buchanan.
>> On the next "One Life to Live" --
Gigi: I've missed you, like, so much.
Téa: Dance with me?
Viki: Please, I need you.
Wes: Using me to torture Manning and provoke McBain -- it's getting old.
Marty: And I'm getting a drink.
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