Monday 7/25/05 - Canada; Tuesday 7/26/05 - USA
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Sam: Jessica, Come back!
Ivy: Oh, Sam.
Sam: What is she doing? Climbing into a car with a strange man who's going to pay her for sex?
Ivy: Well, maybe she'll change her mind before it's too late, you know?
Spike: But then again, maybe she won't.
Sam: You lowlife scumbag --
Ivy: No, Sam.
Spike: Whoa, easy, easy! Language there, Chief Bennett. Oops, I forgot. You were canned. You're just another helpless father who has no idea how to save his little girl from the Spikeman's clutches.
Sam: I swear to god I'm going to kill you.
Spike: Oh, you better stop your old man unless you want him arrested again, and I don't think they let you out on bail when you violate a restraining order, especially not to commit a murder. Life, the chair -- zzz, zzz, brr, brr!
Ivy: Sam, forget about spike. Maybe we can still catch Jessica. Come on.
Spike: Well, you better hurry, or your not-so-innocent girl is going to sleep with a total stranger! But look at the bright side of it. At least she'd be getting paid! Ha-ha-ha! Whoo! Yeah, run!
Jessica: Where are we going?
Man: Your place or mine. Doesn't make no difference to me.
Jessica: I -- I don't really have a place to go.
Man: Then my crib it is, sweet lips. Smile, sweetheart. It's only a couple of minutes away.
Sheridan: Oh, Marty! Oh, my god, Marty! Thank you, God! Oh, your daddy must have been bringing you back to me. But where is he? Where's your daddy? Oh, thank you.
Fox: What are you doing? You got it upside down. What are you doing? There he is. Take a little walk, take a little walk -- hey, little pee-pee!
Kay: What's wrong?
Fox: I was just -- I was thinking about my son Miles, you know, about how if Chad has anything to say about it I'll never get to do this kind of stuff with him, you know.
Kay: I'm sorry.
Tabitha: Endora, will you stop making googly eyes at Fox? He's your half brother, for Hades' sake, even if he doesn't know it.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh. The nerve of that old crone turning my two hunks into rats. Well, Tabitha -- honey, you owe me, and I'm coming to collect.
Eve: Oh, Julian.
Julian: I mean, you know I love you, but I want to make it official. I want the world to know how I feel. Say you'll marry me. Say you'll be my wife.
Eve: Oh, yes, yes, of course!
Rebecca: I believe you mean no, no! I mean, in case you've forgotten, Julian, you already have a wife.
Gwen: Oh, my god.
Ethan: Theresa, what are you doing? Why are you letting him kiss you, huh?
Fancy: Let me go! Where are you taking me?
Joey: Faster, Ben! The boyfriend saw us push her into the car!
Noah: Fancy! Oh, damn it! I can't let them get away with her! [Office noise, phone ringing] Damn it, what is with this girl and trouble? Oh, and why do I care so much?
Joey: Hey, you try that again and I'm going to break your arm!
Fancy: What do you want with me? I haven't done anything wrong!
Joey: No more questions, girlie! Not another peep!
Fancy: I just want to know what you're going to do with --
Joey: One more word out of you and this is what's going to happen to you!
Rebecca: Ah! Her ring is bigger than mine!
Julian: Leave us alone, Rebecca.
Rebecca: What, so you can get back to your premature wedding proposal -- which brings to mind certain other premature aspects of our marriage.
Julian: This won't work, Rebecca. This is not about you.
Rebecca: Oh. No, no, no. I beg to differ, pookie, seeing as I am your wife and I just heard you offer that position to another woman. You see, we haven't reached any kind of an agreement, any sort of a divorce settlement.
Julian: Well, we'll talk about that tomorrow.
Rebecca: Well, then you can wait to propose to your mistress till tomorrow.
Julian: All right, now, just go back to your table. This is a public place. I will not have you causing a scene.
Rebecca: Tough. I really don't give a damn if we cause a scene. You obviously don't care if you embarrass me, so why should I care if I make a fool out of you? You have no right proposing to anyone else.
Liz: Rebecca, what is going on? Now, if you need to go on hollering and yelling like that, you need to do it outside of my club.
T.C.: What's going on, Eve?
Rebecca: Oh, I'll be happy to tell you, T.C. You see, your ex-wife has just said that she will marry my current husband. Now, how is that for a big fat slap in the face?
Ethan: Why is this creep all over you, huh? You told me you wouldn't get involved with him.
Theresa: Ethan, let me --
Alistair: You don't have to explain to him. But I'll tell you what we are doing together tonight, even though it's none of your business. We're on a date.
Ethan: You're on a date.
Ethan: You're on a date. You're old enough to be her grandfather, Alistair.
Alistair: Oh, how astute of you. Now, if you and your wife would leave us alone, we will continue to get to know each other better.
Gwen: Do you see? I knew it. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Theresa wants Jane back so badly that now she's made a deal with the devil himself.
Sheridan: Marty? My beautiful little boy, you're finally back! I can't believe it. Where's your daddy? Where's Luis? How on earth did he find you?
Woman: Mark? Mark? What are you doing with my little boy?
Woman: Why are you holding my son? Please give him back to me.
Sheridan: What are you talking about? This is my little boy, Marty.
Woman: No, he's not! This is Mark, and he's my son. Please, give him back to me, miss.
Sheridan: No, I will not give him back. Look, my child was kidnapped, and I finally have him back with me now.
Woman: No, no.
Sheridan: No, no, don't touch him. This is my son, Marty. Now, I'm going home with him.
Woman: Please. No, you're holding my son, not yours.
Sheridan: No! Give him back!
Woman: Look at him, lady. This isn't who you think it is. This is my son, Mark.
Sheridan: Oh, my god. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry.
Kay: Want to do "patty cake"?
Fox: Let's do "patty cake."
Kay: Let's let -- look, we'll do it with Fox. Patty cake, patty cake
Fox: Patty cake
Kay: Baker's man bake me a cake as fast as you can
Tabitha: Well, I'm afraid I don't have any cakes, but I do have nice cool drinks for the grownups, and as for you, my wee one, it's way past your bedtime.
Fox: Ooh, bedtime.
Kay: Oh, I know. It's late, but we're just having so much fun.
Fox: Having fun? Speak for yourself. Isn't that right? Who knew that "patty cake" required a master's degree? Oh.
Tabitha: Oh, what a shame you can't play with your own little tyke this way, eh, Fox?
Fox: Yeah. Yeah.
Tabitha: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject, but, oh, it's just so tragic to me that you and your Aunt Sheridan are going to miss out on so many times with your own children.
Kay: Well, we don't know that Sheridan won't get Marty back.
Tabitha: Oh, yes, we do. Oh, you haven't heard yet. Well, Fox's grandfather Alistair appears to have helped Beth to escape from Harmony -- I mean, and maybe even from the country with little Marty.
Kay: Oh, what a freak. Oh, sorry.
Fox: Yeah. Oh, no. No. Don't apologize on my account. I have no love lost for my grandfather. Yeah, I just can't believe he'd do something like that to Sheridan, you know, break her heart like that. It's his daughter.
Tabitha: Oh, yes, but it seems that Beth is his biological daughter, as well. Does that mean that she's your aunt, Fox?
Fox: I --
Kay: Beth Wallace is Alistair Crane's daughter? How did that happen?
Fox: I don't know.
Mrs. Wallace: I was quite a luscious little morsel in my day, honey. It's no wonder that Alistair couldn't resist me. Now, I'm not sure he could resist me now if I put my mind to living old times, you know?
Kay: Mrs. Wallace, you look so --
Mrs. Wallace: Hot, honey. Word is "hot." And I feel it, too, because I've got a bone here to pick with your buddy-chum Tabitha. You cost me two young handsome men this evening. Now, of course, I see that there's an even cuter one standing right over here.
Fox: Oh, boy.
Mrs. Wallace: Hiya, Foxy, Foxy, Foxy, Foxy. Now, I know that you and Beth are related, but, honey, you know, you and I are not.
[Mrs. Wallace laughs]
Fox: Hey --
Kay: I'm going to leave you two alone.
Kay: I'm going to go check on Maria.
Fox: I can -- that's probably -- need -- I got to go. I got to --
Mrs. Wallace: Wait --
Fox: Hey, there!
Tabitha: Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I -- I really -- I don't know what's got into her today.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, I do, honey. He's got a certain, you know, je ne sais quoi.
Fox: "Je ne sais" what?
Mrs. Wallace: "Quoi."
Fox: Ha-ha! Yeah, let's go. All right. We'll see you -- we'll see you tomorrow, ok? See you then.
Fox: All right.
Tabitha: Bye, mm-hmm.
Mrs. Wallace: Ok. They can't hear us now. What is the idea of you setting me up with those two rats tonight?
Tabitha: Oh, dear. I was hoping you'd be finished with those two before midnight.
Mrs. Wallace: Before -- Tabitha, we were just getting warmed up, and then the two of them go scurrying out of the Blue Note like an exterminator walked in the door. I want the man you promised me, honey.
Tabitha: Oh, Edna, you are so crass.
Mrs. Wallace: Ah! Well, all right. Maybe I am crass, but I'm not a witch!
Mrs. Wallace: You don't want me blowing your dark secret, missy, then you better be pulling some magic out of a hat right now and I want you whipping me up something really tasty.
Tabitha: All right. We'll see what we can do. Right. Ok. Pow!
Mrs. Wallace: This isn't quite what I had in mind, but it'll do until the real thing comes along. I always had a soft spot in my heart for tequila.
Ivy: Have you thought of what you're going to do when you catch him?
Sam: I don't know.
Ivy: Sam, you can't exactly force Jessica to dump the guy she's with and come with us, not with a restraining order against you.
Sam: Look, I don't give a damn about that restraining order. There's no way I'm going to let that lowlife lay one finger on my daughter. She's not thinking straight.
Ivy: Do you think she's high on something?
Sam: There's no doubt in my mind. She'd never have sex for money if it weren't for Spike plying her with some of his poisons. My poor baby. Oh, no. I'm losing him.
Ivy: What are you going to do?
Sam: I'm getting the station on the horn, see if I can call in a favor.
Man: So, what's your name, sweetheart? Ain't seen you on the block before.
Man: You're awful young. How old are you? I don't want to mess with no jailbait.
Jessica: I'm not jailbait. I'm legal.
Man: Then it's my lucky day! And yours, too.
Man: So, how long you been doing this for a living? First time?
Jessica: Oh, no way! I've been around for a while.
Man: Too bad. Love them when they're new.
Man: No matter. We'll have a good time anyway.
Woman: It's all right, honey. She didn't mean any harm. She thought you were her little boy.
Sheridan: I'm sorry. I just saw him coming towards me, and he looked just like Marty, and I heard him calling "Mommy," and I thought -
Woman: It's all right.
Sheridan: No. I scared you half to death. I'm so sorry. I never want another woman to go through what I went through, to have her child kidnapped. I am so sorry.
Woman: Really, it's ok. You were confused. No wonder if someone's taken your little boy.
Sheridan: Thank you for being so understanding. I'm Sheridan.
Woman: Maureen. And you've already met the light of my life, Mark. It's late. You should go home. You do have a home, don't you? Because if you don't, you're more than welcome to stay the night with us. I mean, our place isn't much, and it's hotter than hell without any A.C. That's why we're out here in the first place, but we have a sofa you could sleep on.
Sheridan: That's very sweet of you, but I couldn't impose.
[Crickets stop chirping]
Maureen: The crickets stopped chirping. Know what that means? Storm coming up. Come on back to the apartment with us. We're only across the street. At least for a drink to cool off. Come on. We won't take no for an answer, will we, Mark?
[Car horn honks]
Noah: Whoa! Sorry, buddy. You'd be driving like a bat out of hell, too, if someone you knew had been snatched. Oh, I can't lose them. I got to catch up and rescue Fancy. There we go.
Joey: Faster, Ben! You got to lose him!
Fancy: Just tell me one thing. Is this a kidnapping, or what? Because if it is, my family's got a lot of money and I'm sure they'll pay you anything you want.
Ben: Yeah, we know you're rich, babe, but it's not your money we want! It's the money that you took from our boss!
Fancy: Wait -- your money? What are you talking about?
Joey: Don't play dumb. We I.D.'d you from the video at the casino.
Fancy: Casino? I haven't been at a casino since --
Ben: Yeah, all coming back to you now, babe?
Noah: Look, a couple of room-service dinners is one thing. Taking this kind of loot is something else, as in wrong.
Fancy: Ok. Well, if we can't spend it, let's at least enjoy it.
Fancy: Oh, Ben! Oh, Ulysses! I can't get enough of your sweet legal tender! Hoo-hoo!
Noah: You took that thug's money?
Fancy: Well, I couldn't just leave it!
Noah: Yeah, you could have!
Fancy: Well, but there's this gorgeous necklace I want to buy and my father will give me grief if I charge it.
Noah: Oh, come on, what's worse, a lecture from dear old dad or a load of lead from a handful of gangsters?
Fancy: Duh -- the lead, of course, but that guy never saw us, so he doesn't know we took his money.
Noah: "We" as in you.
Fancy: The point is nothing bad is going to happen.
Man: You two! Give me back my money!
Noah: Oh, you were saying?
Man: I mean it. Hand over the dough or I'll plug you both right here and now!
Noah: Ok, ok. Oh, my god. Cops.
Fancy: Oh, my god.
Joey: So now that we're on the same page, where's the damn money you stole? Now.
T.C.: Julian formally proposed to Eve tonight?
Rebecca: Mm-hmm. And she had the audacity to say yes. I haven't even divorced Julian yet and these two are planning their honeymoon.
Liz: T.C., you know what? I think we should leave them alone.
T.C.: I don't know why I'm surprised. You've been shacking up, but to get married? So, Julian, what's your rich daddy going to say to that?
Julian: I don't know and I don't care.
T.C.: Yeah, that's a new one, just like you didn't care enough to marry Eve a long time ago when she was only good enough to be your whore.
Julian: That's enough, T.C. That was a lifetime ago. I've changed. Eve has changed. I won't have you talking about her like that.
Whitney: Hey, hey, what's going on?
T.C.: What's going on? Julian just asked your mother to marry him.
Whitney: What? First, you and Liz. Now my mother and Julian?
Rebecca: Well --
Whitney: Oh, my god, what has happened to my family?
Rebecca: Well, I see that Whitney is not in the loop, either. Hmm. You know, if I were you, I'd slow down a little bit, pookie. I mean, if you want to marry Dr. Russell, medicine woman, fine. But it's going to cost you big.
Gwen: Ah -- I told you. Theresa is going to do anything to try and get Jane away from us, even get involved with Alistair.
Ethan: No. No, I don't believe it. You told me you wouldn't sink this low.
Gwen: Well, you were a fool to believe her. She lies like a rug.
Ethan: Then he's forcing her. Tell me he is forcing you to come out here tonight and that he forced that kiss on you. You tell me that.
Alistair: Hmm. Theresa, why don't you tell the legal beagle here whose idea it was to come out tonight. Hmm?
Theresa: It was mine. It was my idea to go out with Alistair.
Mrs. Wallace: Ok, not bad. I may just have to give up gin for these. Hmm.
Tabitha: So glad you enjoyed it. Now, why don't we all call it a night?
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, no way, no way. Tabitha, honey, the night is young, and I still have to party, honey.
Tabitha: Well, you go ahead.
Tabitha: Endora and I are going to bed.
Mrs. Wallace: No problema. You and Endora hit the hay. Just leave me some entertainment, will you? I mean, no offense here, Tabitha, but, honey, you are about as much fun as a wet noodle. Ah -- ah --
Kay: I can't believe that your grandfather is behind Marty being taken from Sheridan. You know, I wonder if he helped Beth in the beginning.
Fox: It wouldn't surprise me.
Kay: Is that all you can say?
Fox: Yeah, well, what do you want me to do?
Kay: I don't know. I mean, he's your grandfather. There's got to be something --
Fox: Well, look, last time I went off on some wild-goose chase to go find a kidnapped baby, it didn't work out too well for me. You know, my grandfather almost iced me.
Kay: So what, now you're afraid to go up against him?
Fox: No, I'm not afraid to go up against him. I'm just being a realist.
Kay: I think you're scared.
Fox: Really? Look, I'm sure Luis is doing whatever he can to try to get his son back, ok? And besides that, if my grandfather doesn't want Beth and Marty to be found, they're not going to be found.
Kay: You can give me all the excuses you want, Fox, but I think you're just chicken.
Fox: Well, then you really don't know me at all, do you? Besides, I can't go out there looking for some kid. I got to stay here. My boy is suffering from a bad case of colic. I can't go running off.
Kay: Typical Crane. Only concerned about you and yours, nobody else.
Fox: Well, that's rich coming from you, because you're not selfish at all, are you? You know, for a minute there, I thought you were all right. I guess I was wrong. Oh, well. Have a nice life.
Kay: Good riddance.
Sam: Listen, thanks, Artie. I owe you one, ok? Call me as soon as you run the plate. The last guy I can trust down at the station house is going to run the plate and see if he can I.D. the creep that picked up Jessica.
Ivy: Well, that's something at least.
Sam: I can't stand it, Ivy. I can't stand knowing what he's -- what are you doing?
Ivy: I am driving. You are way too upset.
Sam: Look, we don't even know where to look, ok? We don't even know where he lives.
Ivy: That's why we are going to stop driving around in circles. You need to calm down. We need to think. We're going to -- we're going to go to the Blue Note for a little while and look --
Sam: Forget it.
Ivy: There is no argument here. Your friend has your cell phone number. He will call you when he knows anything. Now, move. I am driving.
Sam: Look, I just hope we find him before --
Man: What's the matter? I'm on the clock here, remember?
Jessica: Yeah. I'm sorry. I just --
Man: Oh. I got it. You want a drink first.
Man: Okey-dokey. Ready or not, here I come.
Julian: We'll meet tomorrow for negotiations.
Rebecca: Fine by me. But I meant what I said, and don't think for a minute that you are going to get away cheap.
Whitney: So, Mother, this is just like all the "happily ever after" fairy tales you read me as a little girl, right?
Eve: Oh, Whitney.
Whitney: No, no. It's great. I'm happy for the two of you.
Liz: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I think that you are the last person Whitney wants to be around right now. But don't worry. I'll see she's all right.
T.C.: Good luck, Julian, because you're going to need it.
Eve: T.C., don't be upset.
Julian: No, wait, wait.
Eve: Oh, I just didn't want him to hear about it this way.
Julian: You can -- you can talk to him some other time.
Liz: And now I know that you're all happy to welcome back onstage the Blue Note's very own discovery, Miss Whitney Russell.
Whitney: It didn't take too long to see through your words. It wasn't very hard to read between the lines. You never bothered making up lies. You said it all, said it with your blue eyes and I'm breathing a little more quickly and it feels like summer in my head. Wasn't what was said. It wasn't blind luck just a little luck. It didn't take much.
Gwen: Well, I knew she was capable of stooping this low. You know, why didn't you believe me?
Alistair: Indeed. Why not?
Ethan: You can't do this. You know it's crazy to get involved with him. And any person that has ever gotten involved with him has been destroyed, and you will be, too.
Theresa: No, not me. Right, Alistair?
Alistair: Absolutely right. I will do everything I can to help you.
Theresa: You see? Why wouldn't I accept his offer? He's willing to help me get my child back. You and Gwen stole her from me.
Gwen: No. Actually, the courts awarded us temporary custody because you're unstable, and if we didn't have proof then, we certainly do now.
Theresa: Well, you're not going to win this time. So help me god, I am going to get Jane and Ethan back.
Alistair: Shall we go, my dear?
Theresa: Yes, we shall.
Alistair: Here we go.
Theresa: Thank you.
Ethan: Don't do this. Don't lower yourself to his level.
Maureen: Oh. Told you it wasn't much to write home about.
Sheridan: No, it's nice.
Maureen: Find yourself a seat, get comfy. How about some lemonade?
Sheridan: That'd be great. Thanks. It was sweet of you to invite me in.
Maureen: Oh, don't be silly. I don't have much, but I sure don't mind sharing what I have. Hot, isn't it?
Sheridan: Yeah, it's weird. It's like the temperature shot up when it got dark instead of dropping.
Maureen: Global warming, I guess.
Sheridan: Yeah, I guess. So have you -- have you lived here long?
Maureen: Not very. It's a nice town, though.
Sheridan: Yes, it is. Where'd you live before here?
Maureen: Oh, here, there, everywhere. You know how it is.
Sheridan: Sure, right. Do you work?
Maureen: On and off. I like to be home for Mark.
Sheridan: Hmm. I don't blame you. I would, too. He really is beautiful.
Maureen: I know. Hmm. Well, your little boy must be, too, if they look alike.
Maureen: I can't imagine having my son taken from me.
Sheridan: It's hard. You know, there are nights where I think that I hear him calling to me. So, Mark's daddy must be proud of him, too. Is he around?
Maureen: Look, I invited you in for some lemonade, not a game of 20 questions.
Sheridan: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
Noah: Damn it. Come on, they're all over the road. I can't lose them.
Fancy: Slow down, please! You're going to kill us!
Noah: Oh, my god. Fancy.
Tabitha: Oh, yeah, oh, no problem, dear. I'll be here. Yeah.
Mrs. Wallace: Whew. Honey, it is a good thing that she is leaving, because we -- huh -- certainly don't want any Curious Georges hanging around here for what we're going to be doing next, huh?
Tabitha: Oh, put a sock in it, Edna. Haven't I granted you enough favors for one night?
Mrs. Wallace: No. And not if you want me to keep your witchly secrets.
Tabitha: Look, it's late. Endora and I are tired. We are going to bed. We need our beauty sleep.
Mrs. Wallace: Ok, be my guest just as soon as you produce Brad Pitt.
Tabitha: Brad Pitt? You've got to be kidding.
Mrs. Wallace: Do I look as if I am kidding? Now, conjure him up for me now, honey.
Tabitha: Brad Pitt -- well, maybe I can conjure up a look-alike.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh -- no. I don't want a look-alike. I want Brad Pitt, the real deal with the cute tush. And don't you dare turn him into a rat like you did those other two men -- hmm. Tabitha, honey, I want to be wined and dined and go to movie premieres on Brad's arm.
Tabitha: I can't do that, Edna.
Mrs. Wallace: Well, what a shame. It looks like I'm going to have to call the police and the "Harmony Herald" and tell them there's a bona fide witch in our midst, and a baby witch -- mm-hmm.
Tabitha: You can threaten me all you like, but you leave my daughter out of this.
Mrs. Wallace: Absolutely not. A deal is a deal -- huh.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, oh, oh.
Tabitha: Oh. Oh, Endora. Oh, Endora, we shouldn't have crossed our beams. Oh. Oh, this is going to be bad. Oh.
[Mrs. Wallace gasps]
Tabitha: Oh, good grief, Endora. What have we set in motion here? Oh. Oh. Oh, Endora. Endora. Oh. Oh. Oh, I think it -- I think it's time that I gave you that swimming lesson I promised you. Oh.
Sheridan: Well, I -- I guess I should be going.
Maureen: Please don't. I didn't mean to snap at you. I hate to see somebody going through something so awful all by herself.
Sheridan: It's all right. I'll be ok. Is it ok if I give him a kiss good night?
Sheridan: Be good to your mommy. She sure does love you. I -- I wrote my number down just in case you ever want to talk.
Maureen: My god!
Sheridan: It's an earthquake!
Maureen: Oh, my --
Sheridan: No, come on! Get in the doorway with me! Oh, god.
Man: Where the hell do you think you're going?
Jessica: I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
Man: Uh-uh, honey. I already paid Spike. You're not leaving until you come across --
Jessica: I'll get you your money back. I really will.
Man: I don't want the money. I want you, now.
Man: Whoa. I've heard of the earth moving. We ain't even gotten started.
Noah: Come on, come on. Oh.
Fancy: Get your hands off me. You could have gotten me killed chasing after the car like that.
Noah: What? You're ragging on me for coming after you in my car --
Fancy: Oh --
Noah: Trying to save you from god only knows what those thugs were going to do to you? You know, I just saved your life, again.
Fancy: Please. You watch too many movies.
Noah: I don't believe you. You know, I saw that creep push you into the back of his car outside the Blue Note and I thought he was going kill you.
Fancy: He wanted to, and you know why? Because of that disaster of yours in Las Vegas.
Noah: Oh, disaster of mine? Hey, you're the one who took the money, all right? Whoa. Wait, is that what they wanted? Did they trace us all the way back to Harmony?
Fancy: It looks like they did. Now what, genius? What's that?
Noah: Well, hold on.
Noah: Oh, my god.
Whitney: Like a butterfly tryin' its wings finds a breath of a life on a gentle breeze I can feel you even after you're gone
T.C.: I cannot believe she's going to marry that slime.
Whitney: And you're holding me up
Liz: T.C., forget about Eve. She's obviously moved on with her life, and we have our future to look forward to.
Whitney: A little more quickly and it feels
Liz: You do still want to marry me, don't you?
Whitney: Some are in my head
T.C.: Yeah. Of course. Of course I do.
Whitney: Wasn't what was said it wasn't blind luck just that little smile it didn't take much
Ethan: You're not leaving this place with Theresa.
Alistair: Now, don't be a fool, will you? You have no say in what Theresa does or does not do, and besides, you're upsetting your wife.
Ethan: Theresa, don't do this.
Gwen: You know what? Let's just go, ok? Forget them. We'll go home, we'll figure out a way to fight them.
Ethan: Gwen, I'm sorry. I'm not going to let her throw her life away on this creep.
Theresa: Ethan, it's sweet of you to care, but I know what I'm doing.
Ethan: Do you?
Ethan: No, you don't, you don't know what you're doing.
Alistair: Ethan, I've had enough of you.
Theresa: Oh, my god.
Gwen: Alistair, no, no.
Ethan: You know what? I'm not scared of you, Alistair.
Alistair: Don't underestimate me. You should know better.
Sam: My little girl's off god knows where with some lowlife, getting paid to have sex. Look, I can't stand it, Ivy. I just can't stand it!
Ivy: Oh --
Sam: Whoa. Well, I didn't hit it that hard.
Ivy: Whoa. God.
Gwen: What's that?
Whitney: Miles! I have to get to Miles!
On the Next Passions:
Ethan: You killed her!
Alistair: I was trying to kill you!
Jessica: I didn't mean to stab you. It was an accident. Oh!
Fox: Kay, get away from there!
Noah: I won't let you die.
Noah: I promise.
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