Passions Transcript Friday 11/19/04--Canada; Monday 11/22/04--U.S.
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Whitney: I'll go someplace far away and have the baby and let some kind, caring couple adopt him. It's the only thing I can think to do.
Father lonigan: I'm so sorry, Whitney, but perhaps it's the right decision under the circumstances.
Whitney: I couldn't live with myself if I tried to pass this child off as fox's. It just wouldn't be right. It's not fair.
Father lonigan: Unless you tell him the truth and let him make his decision. You say that he loves you.
Whitney: He does love me, which is exactly why I couldn't possibly put fox in that position, father. No, placing my child up for adoption is the only answer.
Father lonigan: I'll make some calls, help you find a place to go for the remainder of your pregnancy.
Whitney: Thank you. Thank you, father. Thank you for everything, you know?
Father lonigan: Of course, my child. You and your baby are always in my prayers.
Whitney: Yeah, and this way my baby is going to have a good home, you know, with parents who love him. And my secret will be safe forever.
Fox: Well, someone in the Bennett house is pregnant. It can't be my mom. Kay doesn't live here anymore. Jessica hasn't been home in weeks. That leaves Whitney. That would explain the trip to the drugstore last night and why she took forever in the bathroom. What do you know. The woman of my dreams is going to make me a daddy.
Ethan: You know, this is the most relaxed I've seen you in a very long time. You know that?
Gwen: Well, as hard as it is for me not to keep thinking about the baby we lost, there is just still so much to be grateful for and to look forward to. You know, honey, Theresa's going to deliver us a beautiful, healthy baby girl, and we are finally going to be the family that we have wanted to be for so long. It just really wouldn't feel right for me to keep dwelling on the sad part.
Theresa: You can say what you want, you can think what you want, but I know in my heart that fate has made it so this is our baby. And fate's going to bring you back to me.
Gwen: What are you thinking about?
Ethan: What am I thi-- the same thing you are. I'm thinking about that baby.
Gwen: Oh. It's like waiting for a miracle. You know, honey, very shortly we are going to be sitting right here on this couch and we are going to have our new baby daughter in our arms.
Gwen: And I just want to thank you for being so understanding and realizing how truly important this is to me. You know I love you so much.
Ethan: Theresa, hey.
Theresa: Good morning.
Gwen: Ok, what are you doing up?
Theresa: I'm -- I'm totally fine, gwen. I just -- I just had this yearning for some warm milk, you know, like you made me last night. Is it ok if I just go in the kitchen and heat it up myself?
Gwen: No, you may not. Theresa, you're supposed to ring for me, or one of the servants and we'll bring you whatever you need, remember? Look, I will get you your warm milk. You need to stay off your feet --
Gwen: So, please, just sit down, ok?
Theresa: Ok. Thanks.
Theresa: Excuse me. Sorry. Hi. Hi.
Luis: All right, sweet angel, you stay put. I'm going to grab us a couple lattes, ok?
Beth: Mother --
mrs. Wallace: What?
Beth: What are you doing here? I told you never to bring that monkey in here again.
Mrs. Wallace: Orangutan! They are far more intelligent and trainable than monkeys ever were.
Beth: Look, I don't care if she has an I.Q. Of 300. She's hairy, she has an attitude, and she scares my customers.
Mrs. Wallace: Well, I don't think she can scare them any more than you do. Besides, precious is quite pleasant to people, unlike you.
[Mrs. Wallace chuckles]
Beth: Hi, sweetheart. Mommy wishes she could spend more time with you right now, but she's just too busy, ok? I'll be right with you, ma'am. Ok, I love you. Love you.
Mrs. Wallace: Hey, precious, go on over there and sit down, wait for me, ok? Well, bethie, this isn't quite the happy-ever-after you were hoping for, now, is it, honey? I mean, for heaven sakes, you thought you were going to be mrs. Luis by now, you know, at home with marty, with daddy earning the bacon. Only thing is, you see, daddy is with sheridan and you are doomed to a life of waiting on spoiled yuppies who want their cafe macchiatos a little hotter. Serves you right!
Martin: You can't tell sheridan you're her mother now.
Katherine: She might feel obligated to take my side over luis, and I don't want that. I don't want to be responsible for causing a rift between them.
Martin: Then we should leave harmony as we planned.
Katherine: Oh, martin, poor paloma. She'll be devastated. Now that she knows that you're her father, she surely thinks we're going to stay here.
Martin: I know. But she'll get over it. And with us gone, she'll turn back to luis and theresa and hopefully pilar. Come on. We got to get out of here before sheridan comes back.
Luis: I feel a lot better now.
Sheridan: So do I. And I'm so sorry you had to doubt my loyalty for even a minute. Mrs. Wheeler is just a stranger to me. But you're everything.
Luis: You mean the world to me, too.
Sheridan: And as soon as we get in, I want to call pilar and make sure she understands that I never meant to side with mrs. Wheeler over her. I don't know why I let that woman get to me.
Singer: I would hold the hand of the one who could lead me places and kiss the lips of the one who could sing so sweet and i would fly on the wings of the bird I knew could take me highest breathe in, breathe out you keep me alive you are the fire burning inside of me you are my passion for life
Beth: Oh -- oh, mother, I am sorry. My hand must have slipped.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, yeah, right. You did that on purpose! The lord knows you are a clumsy oaf!
Beth: Now, now, no need to draw attention to yourself. Hey, why don't you take marty and precious home and I'll just call you later, ok?
Mrs. Wallace: Fat chance. And I want a bandage for my burned hand.
Beth: Oh, of course.
Mrs. Wallace: Ow!
Beth: Now, when you get home, put some cold compresses on it. I'm sure it'll be fine.
Mrs. Wallace: If not, I'm going to sue you for every penny you take in in this place --
Beth: Mother, people are looking.
Mrs. Wallace: Really? Let them look. As a matter of fact, I'll give them something to look at. Hey, precious, come on over here. Show bethie-boo how to pour a cup of coffee. Come on, because obviously she doesn't know how. Come on. Here you go! Yeah, there.
That's what I call real service. Her name is precious. First time as a waitress. Don't forget the tip, hmm?
Beth: All right, mother --
mrs. Wallace: What?
Beth: Stop it right now. Take this obnoxious, smug animal out of my cafe.
Mrs. Wallace: Tsk, tsk, tsk, now, isn't that a terrible way to be talking to your son's babysitter?
If precious and I weren't around, you know, you'd have little marty here with you all day long, and I know you wouldn't want that, missy.
Beth: Not one more word from you.
Mrs. Wallace: You see, with little marty here safe at home, you don't have to worry about sheridan stopping by for a sandwich, because -- oh -- they just light up when they see each other, because they really look like mother and son. Not you two.
Beth: I'm warning you, mother. One more taunt --
mrs. Wallace: And what? What are you going to do, bethie, huh? You going to kidnap sheridan again, huh? You going to
steal her baby again, huh? Nah, no, missy. No, you see, you lost your accomplice. That's not going to be happening. You are one lucky little lady, getting away with all those atrocities you did the last time. You are living on borrowed time, missy. This is a small town. And sheridan will be running into little marty again, especially now that she's married to luis.
Beth: That wasn't a real wedding in mexico. It's not legal.
Mrs. Wallace: It will be. And when luis stops by to see his son that he thinks he had with you --
guess who's gonna be with him Sheridan, Sheridan, Sheridan, Sheridan, so I would be a little nervous, missy, because how long do you think it is going to take for this little Marty to start being a spitting image of his beautiful mommy, huh? Hmm?
Beth: Get out, now.
Mrs. Wallace: You know what, though? I think you're going to have to make Marty wear a big hat or a paper bag over his head. Mm-hmm.
Beth: You know what? I have customers.
Mrs. Wallace: Hmm. Not too many, by the looks of it. But again, that's no wonder, is it, because you usually fail at everything you touch. How do you do it, Bethie? How do you look at yourself in the mirror every morning? I'd kill myself if I had you looking back at me.
Beth: I hate you.
Mrs. Wallace: What else is new? Look. Look. See? It is already happening. You and luis have dark hair, dark eyes. Little Marty here -- oh, he's so fair.
Beth: You know what? You -- you don't know what you're talking about.
Mrs. Wallace: Huh.
Beth: Genes -- they skip generations --
mrs. Wallace: Hmm.
Beth: All the time. There is no reason that Marty has to look like either me or luis.
Mrs. Wallace: I'm just telling you what I see. And before long, a lot of other people are going to be putting this together. My guess is it's going to be Sheridan who's going to be the first one, because you know how interested she is in little Marty.
Beth: Uh-uh, well, that's not going to happen.
Mrs. Wallace: And that is the day that precious and me -- we're waiting for that day. Oh, yes, the day that Sheridan, Sheridan puts it all together, gets Luis back on the case. Yep, that is the day that everything in your world is just going to -- boom! -- Blow up. And I'm going to be standing there front row saying, "I told you so."
Luis: What are you still doing here?
Sheridan: I was hoping you'd be gone by now.
Katherine: We're on our way.
Martin: You know, the last thing we want to do is cause you any more trouble.
Luis: A little late for that.
Martin: I just, you know, wanted to say how sorry --
Luis: Not interested.
Martin: If there's anything that I can do --
Luis: You've got a lot of nerve.
Martin: I hate what you think I did.
Luis: "Think"? You destroyed our family, papa! Well, what else is there?
Martin: A lot. Things I can't say.
Luis: Why don't you just save it? I mean, I wouldn't believe a word out of your lying mouth anyway. You're nothing to me, nothing but a bad memory I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to erase.
Martin: Well, you know, I -- I just wanted to try and say goodbye and leave you something to remember me by.
Luis: I've got a better idea. How about I give you something to remember me by, huh?
Martin: Luis --
Luis: How about that? Huh?
Ethan: It's not going to work, all right?
Theresa: What? What, sitting on the couch? Because your wife told me to sit down.
Ethan: Theresa, don't. Come on, you know what I'm talking about. That little back-rubbing thing you pulled upstairs. It's like you wanted Gwen to walk in on us, you know?
Theresa: Oh. Well, honestly, Ethan, I had some pain in my lower back after the procedure. So it was completely innocent.
Ethan: Right, right. Just the way it always is with you, right?
Theresa: Wow. Sounds to me like you think that I have some, like, irresistible power over you, Ethan. I mean, I wish that I did.
Ethan: Well, I don't, all right? I don't. And no matter how often I tell you that we don't have a future together, you refuse to believe it and you have this idea that we're going to. It's not going to happen. It just -- it just is not --
Theresa: Ok, why don't you sit down for a second, please? I didn't come down here to engage in some frivolous back-and-forth about fantasies, ok? All I said was is that I have the strongest feeling that the baby I'm carrying is the one that you and I made together.
Ethan: That doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter, because Gwen is going to believe that it's hers, and that's going to be the end of that, all right?
Theresa: I just feel that once this baby is born you're not going to be able to resist the three of us being a family, Ethan. It's what you always wanted. Hey --
Theresa: I'm the mother of your child. I'm not a monster.
Rebecca: Keep your filthy hands off my daughter's husband.
Fox: Huh. Whitney and I are having a baby. Wow.
Ivy: What are you doing out here talking to yourself? It's cold. Come inside.
Fox: Right. Yeah.
Ivy: Ok, what's gotten into you? Why do you look like the cat who stumbled upon the canary?
Fox: Well, because, actually, I think I might have just stumbled on something better in the garbage. Let me ask you a question. This is getting a little personal here, maybe a little weird, but, mom, have you by any chance taken any home pregnancy tests lately?
Fox: I knew it! I knew it!
Ivy: Oh! Oh.
Fox: I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, i knew it! Mom, it's whitney. Whitney is pregnant.
Ivy: Well, what? Wait -- ok, no. You told me you were being careful, that -- that you didn't want to have kids right away.
Fox: No, no, no, no, we are being careful. But you know what? Accidents happen, and quite frankly, this is one that I couldn't happier about.
Ivy: Wait -- you said you found it outside in the garbage.
Fox: Yes, exactly.
Ivy: Well, you can't even be sure it's Whitney's. It could be -- oh, god forbid, it could be Jessica's. Sam will be devastated.
Fox: No, no, no, no. I don't think Sam has anything to worry about. Look, Jessica hasn't been home in a while, right, and from what I understand, Kay can't have any babies because of that whole bizarre story. So it's Whitney's, mom. Whitney's pregnant.
Ivy: I don't believe it.
Fox: No, it makes sense. Look, she had me stop off at the drugstore last night, right, but she wouldn't tell me what she was buying. This is it.
Fox: This is it. Whitney's pregnant.
Fox: Congratulations, grandma. I'm going to be a father.
Whitney: Ok, come on, Whitney, you can do this. Ok. You're going to leave harmony before anybody realizes that you're pregnant. You're going to go out of the state or out of the country and have the baby and give it up to loving, adoptive parents. And everyone is just going to think that you took a semester abroad. It's going to be fine. Ok. Ahem. Hey, what's going on here?
Fox: Oh, nothing. We're just, you know, celebrating the good news.
Whitney: What good news?
Fox: The good news that I know everything. Whitney, I know everything. I know that you're having a baby.
singer: You are my passion for life
Mrs.. Wallace: Every day, little Marty here starts looking a lot more like his real mommy and a lot less like the psycho, whacko harridan that stole him. That would be you.
Beth: Just get out of here now, mother.
Paloma: Oh, my god. And people think we have strange customs in Mexico. Hot chocolate, please?
Beth: Don't mind her. I'll -- I'll get it for you, ok?
Paloma: Um --
Beth: Ok, precious, get out.
Paloma: Has -- has she -- he been working here long?
Beth: Oh -- ahem -- she doesn't work here at all. She's my mother's caregiver. She helps out at home when I'm here at work.
Beth: Oh, yeah. You'd be surprised at what she can do. She helps my mother shop, cook, clean -- all sorts of things.
Paloma: Well, America's certainly an amazing place.
Beth: Oh, here you go. Well -- well, are you from?
Beth: Oh. Wait -- you -- you wouldn't be paloma, by any chance?
Paloma: Yes -- yes, I am. How did you know?
Beth: Well, luis -- he's my -- well, he's talked about you for years. And we're very close -- I mean, we used to be.
Mrs. Wallace: Hey, what do you know? Paloma! Hi, there, honey!
Mrs. Wallace: I'm mrs. Wallace! It's so good to meet you. Hey, there, bethie, don't you think that paloma would love to meet her new nephew, luis' son!
Paloma: Yes! Oh, my god! I've heard about him! Marty, right?
Mrs. Wallace: Yes!
Beth: Yeah, after -- after luis' father -- and yours.
Mrs. Wallace: See?
Paloma: Oh, he's adorable! I can't figure out who he looks like -- you or luis.
Mrs. Wallace: Frankly, I don't think he looks like either one of them.
Paloma: Yeah, but he reminds me of somebody I know.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh.
Paloma: Who could that be?
Sheridan: Luis, come on! Not again! Come on. Stop.
Katherine: No matter what you think he did to you, he is still your father, luis.
Luis: Yeah, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him. I just want you to know it's not over yet.
Martin: I told you I'm going. You never have to lay your eyes on me again.
Luis: No, no, no -- what? You think you can just waltz back into harmony and turn our lives upside down and then take off again? Oh, no. No way.
Sheridan: Luis, I thought --
Luis: I changed my mind. You're not going anywhere, not till mama sees a lawyer.
Martin: A lawyer?
Luis: Yeah, that's right. It's time she filed for a legal divorce from you. She's going to wipe you out, take you to the cleaners, take you for every cent you've ever made.
Martin: Hey, your mother can have all my money. I'm afraid it's not much.
Luis: That's all right. For the rest of your life, every time you make so much as a nickel it'll be mama's. And then you're going to pay her back for years of child support. Unfortunately, you can't make up for the pain and suffering.
Martin: Luis, I could work for the rest of my life and never be able to pay her back.
Luis: That's ok. We'll take the rest out in blood, sweat, and tears. In fact, I think I like that better anyway.
Ethan: Hey, what are you --
Theresa: Watch it! You're hurting me, Rebecca!
Rebecca: I have not even begun. Now, you just keep your hands off my son-in-law.
Gwen: Ok, here's your warm milk. What's going on here?
Rebecca: Same as always. I mean, you turn your back for a second and Theresa is coming on to Ethan. She was all over him.
Ethan: All right, no, not true, not true, ok?
Gwen: Ok, ethan, what is true?
Ethan: Theresa was trying to make a point. She put her hand on my shoulder, and as usual, your mother misunderstood the whole thing. Let me tell you something, rebecca, I don't appreciate you upsetting gwen or theresa. They've been through hell the last 24 hours. And if you're not considerate for her feelings, you could at least be considerate of your daughter. Theresa, are you ok?
Theresa: Yeah. I mean, she pulled my arm hard, but, yes, I'm fine.
Gwen: You still want this?
Theresa: Please. Thank you.
Gwen: Ok, I think you should just go upstairs to bed and get off your feet.
Theresa: All right. Gwen, I really am grateful for everything that you're doing for me. Thanks.
Rebecca: Ok, well, now I've seen everything. I mean, after everything that that little tramp has put you through, you're actually going to let her get away with more.
Gwen: Mother, she is carrying my baby.
Rebecca: Yeah, and she is also carrying a flaming torch for your husband. And if you can't see it, I really feel sorry for you.
Gwen: Well, I don't see it. I don't see it. And, yes, theresa is nervy. But I don't think that even she would take advantage of our desperation right now. I mean, would she?
Ethan: No. No. Of course not. She's not trying to take advantage of us. Your mother is just flipping out, as usual. Look, I love you, I love you so much, and I'm just looking forward to the future we're going to have with our baby. And we're going to have that no matter what theresa does, all right?
Theresa: That's what you think.
Fox: I wish you would have told me sooner about this. I wouldn't have known if I didn't come across your pregnancy test in the garbage.
Whitney: Pregnancy test? I don't even know what you're talking --
fox: Now, wait, the pregnancy test, the pregnancy test you took last night. Now, look, I'm not an expert at these things, but I do know -- it says right on the box -- two pink lines, baby on the way. That's what we got.
Whitney: Yeah, but, fox, now, you don't understand --
fox: And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know this isn't what we planned, we said we'd wait a couple years, but I got to tell you, I am over the moon about this. I don't think I've ever been this excited in my entire life.
Whitney: But you know what? You've made a mistake. I am not pregnant.
Fox: Well, how could that be?
Whitney: Well, I'm not. I don't know whose pregnancy test you found, but it wasn't mine.
Fox: Well, whitney, look, you don't have to keep this a secret anymore, ok? I already know. And I got to tell you, I'm thrilled, I couldn't be happier. Mom, too.
Whitney: Well, look, I'm telling you, that pregnancy test you found wasn't mine.
Fox: Well, if it wasn't yours, then whose is it? I mean, it's not my mother's, and no one else is staying here right now. And what was with that trip to the drugstore we took last night?
Whitney: Well -- I mean, I told you, I -- I just wanted some aspirin. You know what I mean? And I had a headache. I didn't want to worry you about it.
Ivy: Well, there's plenty of aspirin in the house, Whitney.
Whitney: I thought you might have been out.
Fox: Yeah. Well, I'm not buying it. Look, first, you tell me it's for a feminine product, right? Fine. Then you tell me you have a queasy stomach. Fine. We got to the drugstore last night, you won't let me come in with you, you don't tell me what you're buying, you come home with the bag in your hand, you rush into the bathroom. You camp out in there for about a half an hour. Now, I know for a fact it doesn't take me a half an hour to pop an aspirin? Mom?
Fox: Exactly. Hey, look at me. Whitney, you don't have to be embarrassed about this, ok? This is wonderful news.
Fox: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, look, you and I -- we have been through so much lately, you with chad and me with my father and crane industries. I mean, don't you think it's about time that just a little bit of good news came our way? And I know -- I know what you're thinking. On the outside, I know I don't look it, but I swear to you -- I swear to you -- I am going to be the best dad in the entire world to this baby.
Whitney: Our baby?
Fox: Yeah. I mean, I'm overjoyed. This is -- I feel like Theresa, you know? I think this is meant to be. You and I -- we're going to be proud parents to a beautiful little baby.
Whitney: Yeah, yeah, we're going to have a baby.
Mrs.. Wallace: Well, you know what, paloma? I always had the same feeling every time I look at little Marty. I was just saying that to Bethie before you walked in the door. You know, he reminds me of somebody, and it's not Luis and it's not Beth. Isn't that peculiar? I'm just dying to know, who does this little, you know, blond-haired, blue-eyed little tyke remind you of? Hmm?
Paloma: I don't know. I'm trying to think.
Beth: Well, I was just telling my mother that it's probably one of Marty's grandparents. You know, they say that it is just as likely for a child to look like his parents' parents as it is his own mother or father.
Mrs. Wallace: He doesn't look like anybody in our family.
Beth: Well, maybe it's luis'.
Paloma: No, no, that's not it, no.
Beth: Well, if you would have seen him when he was first born, paloma, he was the spitting image of his daddy, your brother luis.
Paloma: Oh, I wish I had been here. I've missed so many family things like that.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, yeah, that must have been fun growing up in old mexico. I hear those mariachi singers are sexy beasts.
Mrs. Wallace: What? She's grown up. I'm not saying anything that she shouldn't hear.
Beth: Please forgive my mother. She says things sometimes.
Mrs. Wallace: Yeah --
paloma: Oh -- oh, it's ok. Yes, a lot of mariachis are handsome, but not all.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, mexico. Boy, that's a place I wouldn't mind living in.
Cuca-maracha. A lot less boring than harmony.
Paloma: Yeah, it's nice there, but my family was here. Well, most of it. You might as well know. I don't think luis would mind if I tell you.
Beth: Well, what? What's happened?
Paloma: It turns out that our father is alive.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh.
Paloma: He was living in the house I grew up in in mexico, but under a different name.
Beth: Oh, my god.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, I told you things were hopping down there.
Beth: Wait -- I don't understand.
Paloma: Well, I thought he and his wife were just a nice couple living there, but he's our father.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh.
Beth: But -- wait, you said something about a woman. Are you saying that he married someone else after he left pilar, your mother?
Paloma: Yes. Mrs. Wheeler.
Mrs. Wallace: And he had the nerve to bring her back up here? Well, that takes gall.
Paloma: Mrs. Wheeler has been like a second mother to me. But Luis is very angry with her. I think he hates her almost as much as he hates my father.
Mrs. Wallace: Well, at least Luis has the beautiful, lovely Sheridan to comfort him in his hour of need.
Paloma: No. That's the other problem. Sheridan has become very attached to Mrs.. Wheeler, and that has caused big problems between Luis and her.
Beth: Hmm. You don't say. Hmm, I'm sorry to hear that.
Luis: Oh, no. You're not leaving harmony, not till you pay mama back every cent.
Katherine: Luis, please try and understand. Your father never wanted any of you to suffer.
Luis: Well, "wanted" doesn't cut it. Not that you'd give a damn about that, knowing he was married with children all along.
Katherine: Maybe it is best if we just leave.
Luis: I said you're not leaving harmony.
Martin: We've no place to stay.
Luis: Well, that's your problem, isn't it?
Sheridan: You know what? The Bennett's have a bed-and-breakfast and I'm sure they have a room.
Martin: All right. We'll try that.
Katherine: I'm so sorry that our actions caused you so much damage.
Luis: Look, save your breath, lady. You're as bad as he is, if not worse.
Katherine: Sheridan, I hope you won't hate me.
Sheridan: I think it'd be best if we don't contact each other ever again. Luis and his mother are the only real family that I have.
Katherine: I understand.
Sheridan: And besides, you're not the person that I thought you were. You lied to me. And I never would have been drawn to you in the first place if I had known the truth. And frankly, I wish I'd never laid eyes on you.
Sheridan: I mean it. I never want to see you again.
Katherine: Oh --
Sheridan: I shouldn't have been so harsh on her.
Luis: No, no, no, no. Leave it. Sheridan, that whore stole my mother's husband, ok? She doesn't deserve any sympathy.
Beth: Well, I'm really sorry to hear about this Mrs.. Wheeler coming between Luis and Sheridan.
Mrs. Wallace: Not.
Paloma: So you and Luis are still friends, even though he's with Sheridan?
Beth: Oh, absolutely. We're really close. I mean, for one thing, it's better for Marty if he has parents that get along, and, secondly, I'm just crazy about Sheridan. You know, she's the best.
Mrs. Wallace: Yeah.
Paloma: That's very civilized. Well, it was so nice meeting you all. How much for the hot chocolate?
Beth: Oh, come on. You're Marty's aunt. It's on the house.
Paloma: Why, thank you.
Beth: You're welcome.
Mrs. Wallace: Hasta la vista!
Beth: Hmm. I've got a very good feeling about this.
Mrs. Wallace: What did you just say?
Beth: I can't wait to find out a little more about this woman that luis' father has been living with.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, you just want to stir up trouble between her and luis.
Beth: Goodbye, mother. I've got work to do.
Mrs. Wallace: Wouldn't you know it. Just when I thought that luis and sheridan were safe from beth's tricks, she comes up with another avenue of potential destruction. Boy, I know my daughter. She is awful. She is not going to stop. No, she is not going to stop until she gets luis all to herself.
Katherine: Oh, martin. I've lost her again. This is worse than if I'd never come back to harmony.
Martin: I know, I know. I mean, you got so close to Sheridan. It was the next best thing to your real relationship to her.
Katherine: Yeah. I could have lived just having her nearby, knowing that she cared about me. That would have been enough.
Martin: I'm not so sure about that. How many times did you almost tell her that she was your daughter?
Katherine: Yeah. You're right, I almost told her in there again. I thought -- I thought that if she knew that I was her mother she wouldn't turn against me. She wouldn't be able to.
Martin: Honey, if she had taken your side, Luis would have considered it the ultimate betrayal.
Katherine: Oh, they love each other so much.
Katherine: I would never want to come between them. I mean, at least she has one person that adores her that will take care of her, even if I can't be there for her. It just hurts so much, martin.
Martin: I know. I know how much you love her.
Katherine: I love her more than I ever could have imagined. She's become the most beautiful, wonderful young woman. How am I going to live without her in my life? How am I going to live hearing those words in my ears, her last words to me that she never wants to see me again?
Martin: Come here.
Luis: I know how hard that was for you.
Sheridan: Please --
Luis: And I appreciate it.
Sheridan: It's all right. You know, Mrs.. Wheeler is just a stranger to me. You're everything to me, though. You're my life. It wasn't a difficult decision at all.
Luis: Sheridan, I know you better than that.
Sheridan: Luis, I mean it. I really -- I never want to see that woman again. Ok?
Fox: Well, I think this w le thing calls for an elaborate celebration. Champagne -- no champagne -- sparkling water. Sparkling water for everybody. Come help me pour, mama-to-be.
Fox: Careful now. Easy does it.
Ivy: Hmm. You'd think Whitney would be thrilled with fox's reaction. Instead, she seems shocked, even horrified. I wonder how far along Whitney is. Hmm.
Fox: Here we go. You just have a little seat. Take a load off, ok? I'll take care of the drinks. From here on in, I'll be waiting on you and the baby hand and foot.
Whitney: Well, what about your mom? Why don't I go get her?
Fox: No, no, no, no, no. Sit down, sit down, sit down. She'll be in. It's no big deal. She'll come. I can't believe that you -- you didn't tell me about this. What'd you think, I wasn't going to be absolutely thrilled?
Whitney: Well, honestly, I didn't know what to think.
Fox: Well, I'll tell you what. This is the single greatest thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life. You know? Mom, come on in. We got to have a proper toast.
Ivy: Just one quick question. Whitney, are you sure that the baby you're carrying is fox's, or might it be Chad's?
Rebecca: You are both fools if you actually trust that little man-stealer.
Gwen: Mother, I'm warning you, not another word about Theresa.
Ethan: You need to stop. Do you realize she has lost two babies, all right? First, Sarah, and now one of the twins that Theresa was carrying.
Gwen: I am not going to stand here and listen to you claim that I'm going to lose another baby. I will not do it.
Rebecca: Look, I am just trying to prepare you for the war that lies ahead.
Gwen: Mother, you don't even know what you're talking about. There's no way Theresa's going to deny me this baby that she's carrying. And besides, she can't. Theresa has no claim to her. This is our baby. Theresa is only going to carry this baby to term for us. There is nothing more.
Theresa: Ow! Ow!
Ethan: Theresa --
Gwen: Oh, my god.
Theresa: Ugh. Oh.
Ethan: What -- what is it? What is it?
Theresa: Oh, god, it hurts. Oh, Ethan, I think I'm losing the baby.
Ethan: Oh, god.
Theresa: Help, please! Ah!
Chad: Why? What's wrong?
Ivy: Tell him why you're going to the hospital.
Alistair: I can do whatever I want.
Martin: You smug bastard. I'm going to kill you for all the grief you've caused.
Ethan: Something's wrong. Something is really wrong.
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