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Passions Transcript Thursday 8/16/07

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Edna: Wasn't that fun, Normie, dancing in the magical clouds?

Norma: It was like a dream.

Tabitha: More like a spell, if you ask me. Ha ha. Yes. You're quite the little romantic, aren't you, Endora? Huh? Casting a spell like that and creating a cloud-filled fantasy for Noah and Paloma.

Norma: Oh, and Edna and me. Why, we haven't danced like that since, uh, well, since never.

Edna: Oh, boy. The whole evening was just so romantic.

Norma: Say, I think we should take ballroom lessons, Eddie.

Edna: [Gasps] Yes. You know, I used to dance a mean jitterbug. I'm a little rusty now. [Laughs]

[Upbeat music plays]

Norma: Is that a conga?

Edna: It sounds like a conga to me. Let's do it.

Norma: Come on, Tabby. Join us.

Tabitha: Oh, no, I don't think so.

Tabitha: All right. Come on, sweet pea, let's do it.

Pretty: Luis, I have something to tell you --

Fancy: No, shut up.

Pretty: Luis, help me, she's trying to kill me again.

Fancy: Stop that. I didn't try to kill you.

Pretty: Yes, you did. Luis, help me!

Fancy: No, damn it, stop yelling. Stop yelling.

Pretty: You gonna try to kill me again?

Fancy: I didn't try to kill you, Pretty.

Pretty: You pushed me in the pool.

Fancy: No, I didn't. You tripped and fell. It was an accident.

Pretty: Oh, an accident. Just like scarring me for life was an accident. God.

Fancy: Yeah, yeah, as a matter of fact, that's exactly what it is. I didn't know there were chemicals in that bottle.

Pretty: Oh, do you really think Luis is going to believe you after tonight, after he found me lying in the pool, after I tell him how I got there? Luis, Fancy's crazy! Help me.

Fancy: Shh, just --

Pretty: Luis!

Fancy: Stop it.

Spike: Now, I know that you'd risk a great deal to be with Luis. And I also know it tears you up inside that he's still with Fancy. Yeah. Well, I can help you get him back.

Sheridan: I don't believe that.

Spike: Well, then, you're selling me short. Yeah. But that's ok. I'm used to it. But let me tell you something, sweetheart. The Spike man is a very, very versatile fellow. Yeah, it's funny, huh? I make difficult things happen, sweetheart. That's what I do. Now, you help me get out of town and I'll help you get what you want.

Luis: What the hell's goin' on here?

Sheridan: Luis.

Luis: What are you doing with him?

Sheridan: I know this looks bad, but it's not what you think. I can explain.

Ethan: You believe we're doing this? We're finally getting married, finally.

Theresa: I know, I feel like I'm in a dream. You know, I've waited for this for so long.

Ethan: Me too. I love you.

Theresa: I love you, too.

Rebecca: Honey, I can't take this any longer. Are you going to talk to Ethan now?

Gwen: No, not yet. I'm going to wait until they get to the "I do" part. That is when I'm going to tell Ethan he's about to marry a lying little tramp.

Rebecca: Honey, I sure hope you know what you're doing. 'Cause if it were me, I know I just can't stand it any longer.

Gwen: You know what? You're not me and I do know what I'm doing. Once Ethan finds out he's Little Ethan's father, he's gonna know that Theresa's been lying to him for years and there's no way he's gonna go through with the ceremony.

[Pilar sighs]

Theresa: Oh, Mama. Um, did you find a Justice of the Peace?

Pilar: Actually, yes. He just got here. Come up with Grandma. Ooh, she's getting so heavy and he'll be here in a minute.

Theresa: Great.

Little Ethan: Mommy, when are you and Uncle Ethan getting married?

Theresa: As soon as the Justice of the Peace gets here. Are you excited?

Little Ethan: Yes.

Pilar: [Laughs]

Little Ethan: So, that means Uncle Ethan will be Daddy Ethan now, right?

Theresa: That's right.

Ethan: That is correct. Nothing's gonna change. The only change is that we're going to be spending a lot more time together.

Little Ethan: Yeah.

Ethan: Yeah.

Theresa: [Laughs]

Justice: I'm so sorry I'm late. I got here as fast as I could.

Ethan: That's ok, sir. We're glad you're here. Uh, thanks for coming on such short notice.

Justice: It's my pleasure and my job. I have all the requisite paperwork for you to sign.

Ethan: Sign, yeah, um, where do I sign?

Justice: This is the marriage license. Just sign here.

Ethan: Ok. Can't believe we're doing this.

Theresa: Neither can I.

Ethan: Your turn.

Theresa: Thank you.

Rebecca: Now?

Gwen: No, no. Not yet. Patience.

Rebecca: Ugh, you know how I hate that word.

Ethan: Ok. Looks like we're ready to do this.

Theresa: We are so ready, yes.

Justice: Let's get started, shall we? We are gathered here to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. A state not to be --

Rebecca: Gwen, do something.

Gwen: Ok, ok.

Justice: Serious contemplation and intent.

Gwen: Uh, wait, wait. You know what, you can't start the ceremony just yet. Uh, they're not ready.

[Conga music playing]

Edna: Oof. Hey, Normie, why did you stop?

Norma: Hey, look at us. We're still dressed as waiters. This is not the costume for a conga.

Tabitha: That's right. We should have something more conga-ish.

Tabitha: Ooh!

Edna: Ooh!

Norma: Ooh! Yeah, now this is more like it.

Edna: Oh, you are the greatest, Endora.

Tabitha: Ha ha.

Norma: Ole.

Edna: Ole.

Tabitha: Ole.

Edna: Hey. Da-da-da-da-da-ooh da-da-da-da-da-ooh da-da-da-da-da-ooh da-da-da-da-da-ooh

Tabitha: Round the table round the table da-da-da-da-da-ooh da-da-da-da-da-ooh

Edna: Oh, oh.

[Laughter] [All cheering]

Norma: Hey, hey, hey! How about we all do the limbo?

Edna: Oh, no, no, no, Normie. She's so silly. Have you forgotten? I use a walker.

Norma: Aw, come on, Edna. You can do it. Give it a shot.

Tabitha: Yeah, come on, Edna.

Edna: Ok, I'll try.

Tabitha: I'll hold the stick.

Norma: Atta girl.

Edna: Ok, here I go. Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-woo ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-woo ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-woo

Tabitha: Ha ha.

Edna: Hey!

Tabitha: Well done, Edna.

Edna: Your turn, Tabela.

Tabitha: Oh no, I don't think so. I'm not as supple as I used to be. Come on, Endora, you go under, go on.

Edna: Come on.

Tabitha: You go under the stick. We'll hold it.

Norma: Whoa!

Edna: Whoa! Hooray.

Tabitha: You're a very good dancer, Endora.

Edna: Very good, indeed.

Norma: Ha ha.

Tabitha: Oh no. No, I don't think so. Ha ha. No, hey, Norma. Norma hasn't had her turn next. Edna, hold the stick.

Edna: Come on.

Tabitha: Come on, Norma.

Edna: Look who's got the stick. Come on, shake a leg.

Norma: Gladly. When I was a kid, I could do it on roller skates.

Edna: Woo! Uh.

Norma: Woo!

Tabitha: Oh. Well done, Norma. You did very well for a woman of your girth.

Edna: Yeah.

Norma: Yeah, stop your stalling. It's your turn, Tabby. Come on. Come on.

Tabitha: Oh, all right. If I must. Here we go, Endora. Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba uh.

Edna: Oh.

Norma: Oh.

Tabitha: [Groaning] Oh, oh, bloody hell. Now I've thrown my bleedin' back out.

Pretty: Let go of me. Luis!

Fancy: No, shut up. Ow!

Pretty: Luis, help me! She's crazy!

Fancy: Look, for the last time, I am not trying to kill you, Pretty. I'm just trying to get you to shut up.

Pretty: I am not going to shut up anymore. I want the world to know what you did to me.

Fancy: I didn't do anything.

Pretty: What? You ruined my life, my own sister. You destroyed me.

Eve: Whoa, what's going on?

Fancy: Dr. Russell.

Eve: Pretty, you just almost drowned. Now, what could you be arguing about at this time?

Pretty: Thank God you're here, Dr. Russell. Fancy is still trying to kill me.

Fancy: Oh, that is a lie.

Sheridan: It's not what you think.

Luis: Don't you move, Spike. You're not going anywhere. What the hell are you doing, Sheridan? I just heard you. You just offered to help him escape.

Sheridan: No, I wasn't.

Luis: Do not lie to me. I heard you. What the hell are you doing? What are you doing, Sheridan? This man is a cold-blooded killer. He kidnapped Jessica, he buried her alive. Why are you even thinking of offering to help him escape?

Sheridan: I wasn't going to help him.

Luis: Well, you didn't say no. Sheridan, I heard you. What is going on? You two know each other or something?

Sheridan: No, no.

[Luis muttering]

Luis: Didn't I just tell you not to move? Didn't I?

Justice: Is there a problem?

Theresa: What are you doing?

Ethan: Gwen, why did you stop the ceremony?

Gwen: Because Theresa has to change into her wedding dress.

Theresa: I don't have a wedding dress.

Gwen: You do now. I called the bridal salon and it's on its way.

Theresa: No, I didn't order one.

Gwen: But I did. I did and as soon as it gets here, I will help you change.

Theresa: Really, Gwen, this is not necessary.

Gwen: But really, though, it's really my pleasure.

Pilar: Gwen, I think I can help my daughter change.

Gwen: Oh, my goodness, Pilar. I'm sure Little Ethan and Jane want to stay with their grandmother and I don't mind, not one bit.

Ethan: Well, I mean, that's sweet of you. Right?

Gwen: Well, you want to marry Theresa, and I want you to be happy.

Ethan: Well, thank you for that.

Gwen: So, let's go.

Rebecca's voice: Oh, Theresa. Get ready for the worst night of your life.

Eve: Pretty, your blood pressure is way up. You need to calm down.

Pretty: How am I supposed to calm down when she's trying to kill me?

Fancy: Please. Will you stop saying that? It's not true, Dr. Russell. I'm just trying to stop her.

Eve: Stop her from what?

Fancy: My sister's being a drama queen, that's all.

Pretty: I was about to tell Luis that she's responsible for ruining my life.

Eve: Why, because your face is scarred?

Pretty: Yes, what else? I mean, Fancy made me look like a freak and I want to tell Luis, but she would kill me before he ever found out what kind of a monster she really is.

Luis: What did I just tell you? Sheridan, call Harmony P.D. Get me some backup. Sheridan, call for backup.

Spike: [Gasps]

Sheridan: You leave Luis alone.

Luis: Sheridan, what did I just say? I had him. I had him, ok?

Sheridan: Ow.

Luis: You're going away for a very, very long time.

Pilar: Oh, look who's here.

Whitney: Hey, hi.

Pilar: Hi, Whitney. Hi, honey.

Whitney: I came as soon as I got Theresa's message. So, are they really getting married?

Pilar: Yes, they are.

Ethan: Hey, Whitney. I'm so glad you're here.

Whitney: Oh, so am I. I'm so happy for you.

Ethan: I know. It was a long time coming, wasn't it?

Whitney: Too long. Ha ha. So, where's Theresa? Where's the bride-to-be?

Pilar: Well, she's changing into her dress.

Whitney: Wow, she must be so excited.

Pilar: Oh, she is. She's beside herself. Actually, we're all excited, huh? It's about time Theresa and Ethan celebrated their love.

Ethan: Yes, it is, and there were times when I thought this day would never come. But it's here, and nothing's going to ruin it now.

Rebecca's voice: I wouldn't count on it, sweetie pie.

Gwen: You look beautiful.

Theresa: Thank you. Guess it's a good thing it's off-white. Right? This is going to be my fourth marriage and Ethan's second.

Gwen: In today's world, a bride can wear whatever she wants no matter how many times she skipped down the aisle. Do you like the gown?

Theresa: It's beautiful, Gwen, really, it is, thank you.

Gwen: No problem. Listen, you've waited for this day for a long time, so you shouldn't be so nervous. You should just relax and enjoy it.

Theresa: Well, I would love to. So, I guess I need to ask you a question. Are you sure you're not going to tell Ethan the truth about his son?

Gwen: Well, I told you that I wouldn't, right?

Theresa: Yes. I need to be the one to tell him and I will, just not tonight. And if he finds out from somebody else, it's going to destroy him. It would destroy us.

Gwen: I understand. So, you ready?

Gwen's voice: Ready for the worst night of your life.

Tabitha: Oh, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Norma: Oh, I'm sorry, Tabby. I guess the limbo was a bad idea.

Edna: I can't believe that I got under that stick and Tabby didn't.

Tabitha: You held the stick up higher for Edna, didn't you, Norma?

Norma: Well, I guess. Sorry.

Tabitha: Oh, yes, sweet pea. I'll be fine, don't you worry. Oh, I haven't thrown my back out this badly since I took on that Reverend Samuel Parrish at the Salem witch trials.

Edna: Hey, you remember that far back?

Tabitha: Oh, yes, yes, as if it were yesterday. Stupid mortal thought he could get rid of us by burning us at the stake. He didn't know what we witches were made of, did he, Endora, mm?

Norma: The witch talk still creeps me out.

Edna: Oh, me too.

Tabitha: Oh, will somebody get this bag of fruit off my head?

Norma: Oh, yeah, I'll take it.

Tabitha: Oh, that feels better.

Edna: Oh, well, yeah, really nice. Thanks, Endora. Now, Tabby, can I get you anything? You know, a pain pill or something?

Tabitha: Uh, no, I don't think so, Edna. Actually, I have some muscle relaxers in the cupboard in the kitchen.

Norma: I'll find them and I'll make you a nice cup of tea, huh?

Tabitha: Oh, thank you, Norma. That's very sweet of you. Oh, thank you, sweet pea. Who'd have thought Norma could be so caring and concerned?

Edna: Oh, well, she can be quite the little caregiver when she wants to be. You know, she took care of her poor, ailing father for years.

Tabitha: Tell me about it. First time Timmy and I met Norma, she was carrying her father's skull around in a backpack.

Edna: Shh. Daddy is still around and please, please, please don't let Norma hear you speak about him that way, for Pete's sake, or it'll just set her off. Uh.

Tabitha: Oh, dear.

Pilar: Theresa was all set to wear just a simple outfit, but Gwen told her that she ordered a wedding gown and it was going to be delivered.

Whitney: Gwen?

Pilar: Uh-huh.

Whitney: Gwen ordered Theresa's wedding gown.

Ethan: Uh-huh. She's been very, very sweet. Gwen told me that she knows this is what I want. She wants me to be happy and she's been very helpful with the wedding.

Pilar: Amazing, isn't it? Especially after everything Theresa and Gwen have been through.

Whitney: Amazing is certainly the word. Um, so, where's Gwen now?

Ethan: She is in the bride's room helping Theresa get changed.

Whitney: Hmm.

Rebecca: Yeah, I was just about to go see what's keeping them.

Ethan: Ok, thanks for doing that and, oh, tell them that the groom is ready and he's very antsy.

Rebecca: Yeah, I'll tell them.

Whitney: Ok, don't you think it's strange that Gwen and Rebecca are even here at all, let alone Gwen is helping with the wedding? I mean, Ethan is barely her ex-husband.

Pilar: I know, strange, very strange. I don't trust either one of them as far as I can throw them.

Whitney: No, neither do I. I don't like this at all. Something's not right.

Pilar: Mm-hmm.

Gwen: There you go. You're all set.

Theresa: Thank you.

Gwen: You're welcome. So, what do you say? Shall we?

Rebecca: Well, here you are. Uh, what's keeping you?

Gwen: Theresa wanted to look perfect. After all, this is a moment she's been waiting for for a long time. She's going to marry the man she loves.

Rebecca: Well, you look very pretty, Theresa.

Gwen: And I am so glad that I brought my camera so we can document every moment of this.

Rebecca: Good thinking, Gwen.

Theresa: Well, I guess we should get going. Don't want to keep them waiting any longer, right?

Gwen: Mm-hmm.

Rebecca: Yeah, why don't you go on ahead. I want a word with Gwen. We'll be right there.

Theresa: Ok.

Theresa: Maybe I am being paranoid. I mean, maybe Gwen isn't going to tell Ethan the truth about his son.

Rebecca: So, they are about to say their "I do's" and you still haven't said a word.

Gwen: I know.

Rebecca: Well, you haven't changed your mind, have you?

Gwen: No, no, I'm waiting for the exact moment when Theresa and Ethan are staring so lovingly into each other's eyes, about to be pronounced husband and wife, and that is where I will drop the bomb.

Rebecca: I wonder what Ethan's reaction is going to be.

Gwen: Well, I think he's going to be stunned at first, right? He's not going to want to believe that she's been lying to him about something so important. But after he realizes that she has been, that she's been keeping him from his biological child, he's going to hate her guts.

Whitney: Oh, my God. Rebecca and Gwen are going to ruin Theresa.

Luis: Well, Spike's on his way to the big house. I made sure they cuffed his ankles in case he tried to run again.

Sheridan: Are -- are you all right? Did he hurt you?

Luis: No, I'm fine, Sheridan. But I want some answers.

Sheridan: Answers?

Luis: Answers, yeah, answers. Like why he expected you to help him? Why you didn't call for backup when I asked you to?

Sheridan: I -- I was -- I was just so terrified.

Luis: Terrified, yeah, you should have been terrified, Sheridan. Spike is a pimp. He made Jessica, his own wife, into a prostitute. And he tried to kill her. He killed all her johns.

Sheridan: I know. I know he's horrible.

Luis: So then why, in God's name, did you agree to help him?

Sheridan: Look, I didn't help him.

Luis: Yeah, because I interrupted you, Sheridan. What if I hadn't come in here? Would you have agreed? Would you have helped him then?

Sheridan: No, no. I -- I didn't help him. And even if I did, it would've been because of you.

Luis: Me?

Sheridan: Yes, Luis. Spike said that if I helped him escape, he promised to give me what I wanted most in the world. You.

Luis: What?

Sheridan: Yes. He promised to bring you back to me. You have to understand how much I want that.

Luis: No, actually, Sheridan, I don't understand. We're over. We have been over for quite some time now, Sheridan.

Sheridan: No, no, Luis, no. How can you say that after everything we talked about, after we talked about our son, after everything that we lost? We bonded again. You know we did.

Luis: No, Sheridan. It's over.

Sheridan: No, it's not over. I won't let it be.

Eve: Well, this fighting has got to stop. It's not good for either of you.

Fancy: Then please tell her to leave me alone.

Pretty: Fine. I will and so will Luis when he finds out what you did to me.

Fancy: I'm warning you. Keep your mouth shut.

Eve: Ok, that -- that's just enough there, ok? Let -- Pretty, let -- let me see your scar. Let me see how it's healed.

Pretty: No, don't look at it.

Eve: Well, you know, I was the doctor who treated you after the accident. I -- I -- I've seen it already.

Pretty: Yeah, well, nothing's changed. All right? It's still hideous, even after all the plastic surgeries.

Eve: Are you sure there's nothing else that can be done?

Pretty: Nothing, Dr. Russell. And Fancy keeps lying about it, saying it was an accident.

Fancy: It was an accident.

Pretty: She was jealous because a boy wanted me over her and so she made it so that no boy would ever want me again.

Fancy: That is a flat-out lie.

Pretty: Do you really think that Luis will believe you?

Eve: Fancy, I thought that you were going to tell Luis that you're the reason that Pretty's face is scarred.

Fancy: No, no. I can't tell him, Dr. Russell. He'd never be able to forgive me for doing something so horrible.

Pretty: You admit it then.

Eve: It was an accident, Pretty. Ok? And, Fancy, you have to tell Luis. He will understand. And besides, secrets always come out. I think you would've learned that by now.

Whitney: This is awful. Theresa has no idea that Gwen is about to ruin her future, her marriage to Ethan. Oh, God, I have to do something.

Rebecca: You don't think they can start without us, do you?

Gwen: Not now. Theresa thinks I am her new best friend. I am so ready to go in for the kill.

Rebecca: [Sighs] I cannot wait to see the little chalupa finally get her comeuppance.

Ethan: So hey, Little E, you know what you're supposed to do, right?

Little Ethan: Uh-huh. When the man says, "who gives this woman?" I say, "I do."

Ethan: Perfect. Now, you know that you're not actually giving your mom away. You're just giving me permission to marry her, right?

Little Ethan: I know. But when are we going to start the wedding?

Ethan: I don't know. As -- as soon as your mom is ready, hopefully. And it looks like we're about to start.

Justice: Ah, the bride appears to be ready. Shall we begin?

Ethan: Yes, please. I'm anxious to make that woman there my wife.

Justice: Very well.

Whitney: Wait, wait. Just -- just stop.

Norma: Here you go, Tabby. Hey, I couldn't find those pills.

Tabitha: Oh, I haven't used them in years. I'm probably out of them.

Norma: Not to worry. I keep my very own muscle relaxer right here. Hoo, yeah. All righty. Try this.

Tabitha: [Chuckles] All right. Mm. [Coughs] What is that? Moonshine?

Norma: My very own. That'll fix what ails you. [Chuckles]

Tabitha: Well, thank you, Norma. [Chuckles]

Norma: You're welcome.

Edna: Oh, you'll be feeling much, much better now. [Chuckles]

Tabitha: I feel better already. [Hiccups] Oh.

Edna: [Laughs]

Tabitha: Oh, dear.

Tabitha: Oh, I can't dance anymore. Not tonight, sweet pea.

Edna: I think we've had enough exercise for one evening. What else would you like to do, Endora?

Tabitha: Oh, yes, the album. The album's right there in the bookcase.

Edna: Oh, I see it. Ok. Here you go, Tabs.

Tabitha: [Groans]

Edna: Come on, honey. Here you go. Let me take the tea.

Tabitha: All right. Come, come, Endora. Oh. We haven't looked at this album in ages. Have we? Huh? [Chuckles] Oh, oh, look. There's my Timmy. You remember him, Norma?

Norma: Yes, I do. Quite a little gentleman, wasn't he?

Tabitha: Oh, he was a wonderful little boy. I still miss him. I always will miss him. Oh, look at that. That's you. [Giggles] Oh, dear, moving on. Moving on.

Norma: But wait. Let me see this. Hey, aw. [Chuckles] Tabby, that is so sweet of you to keep a picture of me. That's me back in the day.

Edna: Oh.

Norma: Oh, remember the fun we used to have?

Tabitha: Yeah.

Norma: Whoo.

Tabitha: Yeah, yeah, I do. Hades, help me. [Chuckles]

Luis: Sheridan, you've been through a lot. You thought I was dead. You married Chris and you fell in love with his little boy, so you tried to make that work and now they're gone and you're trying to recapture what we once had.

Sheridan: I lost Chris and James because I couldn't stop loving you. We can be happy again and you know it.

Luis: No, sh -- no, we can't. We can't, Sheridan, ok? It's too late for that. It's over. I love Fancy now.

Sheridan: Luis, we are soul mates. We have shared past lives together. We belong together.

Luis: No, Sheridan. I'm sorry. I -- what we had, it was wonderful. But I've got to tell you, I -- I don't even know who you are anymore.

Sheridan: Don't say that. You know who I am. You know you love me.

Luis: I loved you. Not anymore. I -- I don't even understand you. And I never thought that I would ever hear myself say this, but it's like you're a real Crane now. Like Alistair or Julian, you've somehow managed to go to the dark side.

Sheridan: That's not true. I am still good.

Luis: You're st -- you're good? Sheridan, you tried to kill my sister. You tried to kill Theresa. I don't -- I don't know. It's like all this Crane money and power -- it's all gone to your head. As if it was always in you. And now, it's finally come to the surface. Fancy, somehow, she managed to avoid all that.

Sheridan: No, you know what? If you only knew what Fancy did.

Luis: You know, Sheridan, I don't even want to hear it. I don't. I got to go.

Sheridan: No, Luis, come on. Let's just -- just stay and let's talk about this.

Luis: No, no, Sheridan, stop it, please. Stop. It's over. It's over.

Sheridan: Damn Fancy.

Fancy: I know you're right, Dr. Russell. I should tell Luis about what happened to Pretty.

Pretty: Yeah, you should tell him how you scarred me for life because you couldn't get your way.

Fancy: I didn't do it deliberately.

Pretty: Yes, you did.

Eve: Pretty, honey, it was an accident. Now, I remember how distraught Fancy was when she realized that she'd thrown those chemicals in your face.

Fancy: I swear it was an accident, Pretty.

Eve: In that case, you need to tell Luis. He is going to understand why you didn't tell him before. But you have to tell him.

Fancy: Yeah, I know. I'm just so afraid he'll hate me.

Pretty: He will hate you. He will hate you just as much as I've hated you for ruining my life.

Ethan: Whitney, Whitney, um, what's wrong?

Whitney: Look, um, I just need to talk to my friend. Ok, please. I'm -- I'm -- I'm really sorry.

Rebecca: Huh, what's that all about?

Gwen: I have no idea.

Theresa: Honey, are you ok? I mean, you -- you look sick.

Whitney: Well, I am a little sick. Um, look, I went looking for you, right? And I overheard Rebecca and Gwen talking. Honey, they're going to ruin everything for you.

Theresa: What?

Whitney: I don't know why you allowed them to be a part of your wedding. You know you can't trust them. Rebecca and Gwen are going to tell Ethan about Little Ethan.

Theresa: Oh, my God.

Whitney: Yeah, as soon as you finished walking down that aisle, they were going to blow you out of the water.

Norma: Tabby, cool your jets. That was me in the old day. I've changed.

Tabitha: Have you, Norma?

Norma: I got no reason to hurt you, especially now that you're a mommy with that adorable little girl.

Edna: Oh yeah. Normie's all about family values now.

Norma: Absotively.

Tabitha: Ah, well, that's good to hear.

Norma: But sometimes I do think back on when you and I mixed it up back in the day. It kept the juices flowing, didn't it?

Tabitha: More like kept the blood flowing. Whatever.

Norma: Oh yeah. Good times.

Edna: More -- more tea, Tabby?

Tabitha: Oh, Edna, thank you, dear. You're very kind.

Norma: Yeah, maybe I should find a few unsuspecting souls, tie them up, and throw a few tomahawks for old times' sake. See if I still got it.

Tabitha: Endora, I think Mummy is going to have to ask you a favor. [Whispers] Zap -- zap her axe. Zap it. Zap it.

Sheridan: Oh, Luis, you're in for a big surprise. You think Fancy is all sweetness and light, so pure, so good. Well, you don't know her. You don't know her at all. She's more of a Crane than any of us. And sooner or later, you will see the dark side of Fancy.

Pretty: All those years, surgery after painful surgery, trying to find somebody to make me look normal again, all I could think about was getting revenge on you. I finally know how. So either you tell Luis or I will.

Eve: Pretty, calm down, sweet --

Pretty: No, I won't calm down. She needs to be made to pay for what she did to me. She ruined my life. It's her fault. It's all Fancy's fault.

Luis: What's all Fancy's fault?

Theresa: Ok, are you sure you heard right? Gwen says she's going to tell Ethan the truth about Little Ethan.

Whitney: Yes, honey. I'm absolutely sure. She said when you were almost done with your vows, she was going to spill the beans. And then she said that Ethan was going to hate you forever.

Theresa: Oh yeah. Well, she's right. God, what am I supposed to do?

Little Ethan: Where's Mommy?

Ethan: I -- I'm sure she'll be right back, son.

Little Ethan: Are we still getting married?

Ethan: Yeah, absolutely. Of course, we're definitely still getting married.

Theresa: Whitney.

Whitney: Yes.

Theresa: I've got to find a way to stop her. All right? I just, uh -- I'm not sure how, you know? I mean, what -- what if she just, you know, goes -- goes ahead and blurts it out in front of everyone? And the children are here. You know, this -- this is not how I want Little Ethan to find out that he has a wonderful father who loves him.

Whitney: Well, honey, I know. I think you've finally run out of wiggle room here. You have to do what you should have done a long time ago.

Theresa: You want me to tell him the truth, right?

Whitney: Yes, I do. I mean, it's either you or Gwen.

Gwen: So, Theresa, what is going on? I mean, your groom is waiting.

Theresa: Oh, I will be right there.

Ethan: Theresa, are you, uh, coming?

Theresa: I'm ready.

Gwen: Theresa, this is it. This is the moment we've all been waiting for.

Theresa: All right, I got to stop her. How the hell am I supposed to stop her?

Whitney: Theresa, I don't think you can. It's time to pay the piper.

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