Y&R Transcript Thursday 12/13/01
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Ashley: I'm developing a new fragrance. And I want you to tell me what you think.
Nikki: What do your father and Jack think?
Ashley: I want your opinion.
Ashley: Because I think you have good taste. So?
Nikki: Well, Ashley, I think it's wonderful.
Ashley: Oh, great.
Nikki: I do. It's a definite winner. And I'm not saying that because you complimented me. So I hear Jack's getting married next week.
Ashley: Yup. You're probably wondering how I feel about having Phyllis in the family.
Nikki: Well, it's no secret that the two of you don't get along very well.
Ashley: That's very true. I guess I'm just trying to accept the inevitable. In fact, Iíve agreed to be her matron of honor.
Jack: I have fresh squeezed orange juice, buns right out of the oven and decaf coffee, whose beans I ground myself.
Phyllis: Jack, why are you pampering me? I should be bringing you breakfast.
Jack: Oh, no. I don't want my little mother-to-be to be overworked.
Phyllis: You're getting ahead of yourself, don't you think?
Jack: Yeah, you're not pregnant yet. But you will be soon enough.
Phyllis: I know that's what you're hoping.
Jack: That's what you're hoping, too?
Phyllis: Mmm-hmm, but it's kinda out of our hands, isn't it?
Jack: And in the hands of modern medicine.
Phyllis: Doesn't mean we can't pretend --
Jack: Oh, and just do things the old-fashioned way?
Phyllis: You know it. You know it.
Jack: I knew you were about the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Phyllis: Are you gonna feel that way five years from now?
Jack: When we're old married people?
Phyllis: Yeah, are you gonna get tired of me?
Jack: That's not going to happen.
Phyllis: You sure? I mean, can you promise me that?
Jack: I can promise you that and more. This is forever. I'm saying that from my heart.
Brad: So actually, your dad told me about the trip, Trace, and I thought I'd put my two cents in. I think a family vacation would be great for you and Colleen.
Traci: Brad, Steve and I did not make this decision lightly. So don't try to change my mind.
Brad: Something more has happened, hasn't it?
Traci: I'm not getting into it.
Brad: Traci, come on. Don't shut me out. I'm concerned about our daughter.
Traci: You mean, you're questioning my judgment.
Brad: No, that's not what I mean. I just want to know if there is something I can do to help.
Traci: There isnít. You can do me a favor, though. Tell everybody else we are not going to the Bahamas. Now I have to go.
John: Bradley? What is it? What's wrong?
Sean: How'd you sleep, pretty lady?
Jill: I was very toasty, actually. This sleeping bag is amazing.
Sean: You're pretty amazing, too, huh?
Jill: We're always amazing, honey.
Sean: Whoa, check it out.
Jill: Oh, my God.
Sean: Now I feel like I really camped out. This is wild.
Jill: This is amazingly beautiful. Ooh --
Sean: Uh-oh, someone sounds like they have to be warmed up again.
Jill: Yes, please.
Malcolm: So, little man, you get it? See, Ryanís friends decide they wanted to donate money to the New York Firefightersí Fund in his honor. You understand?
[Doorbell rings] Hmm, I wonder who that could be. Hang tight.
Olivia: Hello, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Hello, Olivia. I'm surprised to see you here. Did you forget I was going to take Nate to school?
Olivia: No. Hi, sweetheart. Have you had breakfast?
Malcolm: He was just about to grub down on a big ol' bowl of cereal in the kitchen.
Olivia: Why don't you go ahead and do that. I want to talk to Malcolm privately for a minute.
Malcolm: Okay, this is obviously about Nate? What's the deal, Olivia? You here to start some trouble?
Colleen: I don't want to talk to you unless you've changed your mind about going on the trip with granddad.
Traci: So, you're laying down the law to me now? Colleen, please can we not do this? I don't want to fight.
Colleen: Could've fooled me.
Colleen: So are we going on the trip?
Traci: No, we are not. And I just got through telling the family. It is not happening.
Colleen: Well, thank you very much, Mother.
Traci: Listen to me, Colleen. Staying home from this trip is not going to be the end of the world. But your recent behavior is dangerous and frightening.
Colleen: You're overreacting, as usual.
Traci: I am not.
Colleen: Fine. You're always right. Besides, why should you care about how much I was looking forward to this trip? It's not like what I want matters around here.
Traci: That's not true.
Colleen: Then why can't we go?
Traci: You know why. Now, Iím sorry that you are disappointed. We are all disappointed. But you have no one but yourself to blame for all of this. Colleen, you have 20 minutes before you have to leave for school. If you would like breakfast, you should get it now.
John: I don't understand. Now, I thought I was getting through to my daughter. Now what in the world happened?
Brad: Believe me, John, Iíd like to know that, too.
John: It must have had something to do with Colleen.
Brad: I assume so. Not that Traci would give me any details.
John: Bradley, I hope you didn't give my daughter a hard time.
Brad: Why would I do that?
John: Actually, I wish you didn't make the call at all. This has to do with Traci and me.
Brad: What are you saying? You expect me to wait until you'd spoken to her first?
John: Colleen is my granddaughter, I wanted this trip to help her.
Brad: And Colleen is my daughter, John. Now, for God's sake, I want what's best for her, too.
John: Oh, I realize that. Of course.
Brad: Look, I called Traci trying to offer support for this trip, and I hit a stonewall. She wouldn't tell me a thing.
John: And that's exactly my point. She might have told me something. Now you've upset her and she won't talk to any of us.
Brad: So this is my fault?
John: John Abbott.
Colleen: Granddad, I'm so glad I reached you. I don't know how much more I can take.
Olivia: Will you relax? I'm not here to make any trouble.
Malcolm: Forgive me, Olivia, but I think I've heard that one before.
Olivia: I'm here to talk about this. Nate's Christmas list, I assume you got the same one?
Malcolm: Yeah, so what?
Olivia: Well, I thought we should compare notes, you know? So we don't get our son the same things. What?
Malcolm: Olivia, you just said our son. Do you know how long it's been since I've heard you call Nate our son? Anyway, all right. Why don't I get him the sports stuff and you can get him the rest of the things on the list.
Olivia: That's fair.
Malcolm: Wow. Did that really just happen?
Olivia: What? Us working together?
Malcolm: I guess this really is the season of miracles, huh?
Olivia: Or maybe we'd both like to be a little less contentious, for our little boy's concern.
Malcolm: I'll drink to that. Can I get you some coffee?
Olivia: Yeah, cream, no sugar.
Malcolm: I remember. Listen, Olivia, once again, I wanna thank you for giving me the heads up on Neil the other day.
Olivia: Yeah, I understand you helped him with Ryanís eulogy.
Malcolm: Yeah. Yeah, I did. He was struggling a little bit.
Olivia: Have you seen him since the funeral?
Malcolm: Actually, yeah. Alex and I stopped by his place the other day.
Olivia: You and Alex went to see Neil?
Neil: Huh? Oh, hey, Gina.
Gina: You all right?
Neil: Yeah, Iím fine. Why, do I look that bad?
Gina: No, you just look like you haven't slept in a while, honey.
Neil: Well, that's because I havenít. I had to pull an all-nighter at the office.
Gina: Well, you are gonna go straight home from here, right, and get some sleep? Please.
Neil: Yeah, I wish I could. Actually, I have to go home, take a shower and change. Then I go back to the office.
Gina: Well, you high-powered businessmen are all alike, burning the candle from both ends, right?
Gina: Johnny, do me a favor. Get this tired man some coffee and make it the strongest I've got.
Neil: Thanks, Gina.
Gina: Will you be careful driving home?
Neil: I will.
Gina: Okay, sweetie.
Johnny: Anything else?
Neil: You know that saying, hair of the dog -- you think there is any truth to that?
Johnny: I can't say; I've never tried it.
Neil: What the hell? It can't make me feel any worse, right?
Johnny: Uh, scotch, bourbon?
Neil: Bourbon, be generous.
Client: Well, thanks again, Ms. Perez. Very productive meeting.
Alex: Well, I agree. And I'll be in touch.
Client: I look forward to it.
Johnny: There you go.
Nikki: What did you say? I must be losing my hearing.
Ashley: Nope, it's true. I'm gonna be Phyllisís matron of honor.
Nikki: My God, how did that happen?
Ashley: Let's just say I'm doing it for my brother.
Nikki: It's about how much it would mean to him.
Ashley: Yeah, he's truly happy, for the first time in a long time, and I like seeing that.
Nikki: You don't want to do anything to spoil that.
Ashley: Yeah, let's just say Iím trying to keep whatever reservations I have about Phyllis to myself. Besides, so far, she hasn't done anything questionable.
Nikki: Well, she does have a past.
Ashley: Mmm-hmm. Thankfully, people can change.
Nikki: You really think that's true of Phyllis?
Ashley: Well, I do think that Jack's made a huge difference in her life.
Nikki: Yeah, but still, when I think what he's giving up for her.
Ashley: Are you're talking about him having a family?
Nikki: Look, I know Jack has made his peace with not having any children.
Ashley: Well, that is the message he's sending out. What, you don't believe that?
Nikki: Do you?
Ashley: I think Jack's a big boy. And as he said, it's a personal issue.
Nikki: Oh, so you're telling me to stay out of it.
Ashley: Well, Nikki, would that be so hard to understand if I was?
Nikki: No, I just would really like to know the full story. That's all.
Phyllis: So, sexy, we're getting hitched next week.
Jack: To each other, right?
Phyllis: Yes, unless you know something I donít.
Jack: I can't wait.
Phyllis: I hope everything goes off as planned.
Jack: You worried that it won't?
Phyllis: No, it's not like we're having a huge ceremony.
Jack: But you're still all right with that?
Phyllis: Yeah, I wanted something small.
Jack: Then that's what I want, too. There is one thing I would like to revisit though.
Phyllis: What is it?
Jack: Do you think maybe you wanna change your mind about inviting your parents?
Phyllis: No, I'm positive. I don't want them to come.
Jack: We could still invite them. We could fly them out here.
Phyllis: No, no, I don't want them to, thank you. I know what you're doing --
Jack: Phyllis, Phyllis. It's okay, Iíll drop it.
Phyllis: I know the Genoa City Abbotts are coming, but what about Traci? The Connellys are family, too. I know they have a long way to travel.
Jack: Well, they're dealing with their own problems in New York.
Phyllis: Oh, really? Is Colleen having a hard time adjusting back to the city?
Jack: Mmm-hmm, something like that.
Phyllis: That's too bad.
Jack: Anyway, the three of them are taking a trip with Dad over the holidays.
Phyllis: Oh, that might be all the traveling they'll want to do. We should invite them anyway.
Jack: Okay. I'll call Traci.
Phyllis: Why don't you let me do it?
Jack: I think she would love to hear from you. Great. Only let me give my dad a call first and see what's happening in the Big Apple.
Phyllis: All right. "Robertson Reproductive Labs." What's this about?
Alex: I thought you said you weren't looking for answers in a bottle.
Neil: I'm not.
Alex: Oh, no?
Neil: Alex, what are you doing here?
Alex: Well, I had a breakfast meeting. What's your excuse?
Neil: I don't think I owe you an explanation.
Alex: Well, Iím not asking for one. But I would like to talk to you.
Neil: We're talking.
Alex: At my table.
Neil: No, I really don't think that's a very good idea.
Alex: Neil, please. Humor me, all right? Okay, you know what? I'll spring for another round of coffee.
Neil: I got my own. That's cool. Come on.
Alex: Please. Look, Neil, I'm not going to lecture you.
Neil: Good, 'cause, you know, I really don't need lecturing right about now.
Alex: But I am worried about you.
Neil: You don't have to be.
Alex: Well, I wish I could believe you. But looking at you now --
Neil: Hey, Alex, Alex, it's not a big deal, all right? It's not. I worked all night at the office. I work very hard, you know that about me, okay? I worked hard and then I came here and then I had one drink. One drink, one drink, okay?
Alex: No, no, it's not okay, Neil, for you to be drinking this early in the morning. As far as your "long night" -- you look more like you're hung over.
Neil: Well, so much for not lecturing me.
Alex: Fine. All right, if you don't want to talk to me about this, what about talking to your brother?
Neil: Oh, my brother, yeah. That's a good idea. That's great. That's just great. It's you -- you or Malcolm? That's the only two people in the world to talk to. You know, news flash, Alex. But getting chummy with you two isn't exactly at the top of my priority list. Maybe you can handle it. I can't handle that.
Alex: All right, fine. All right, if you don't want to talk to either of us, what about a grief counselor --?
Neil: A grief counselor -- no, I'm not gonna go to a grief counselor or a shrink or anything like that. I can do this, you hear me? I can do this on my own.
Alex: How? By camping out at the bar?
Neil: Maybe. I'm outta here.
Alex: Wait, Neil, Neil, please, please. Please, don't leave. Not like this.
Sean: How do you feel now?
Jill: Well, Iím not cold anymore. But you know what? I worked up the most amazing appetite.
Sean: Me, too. As well as managing to lose my glasses.
Jill: Oh, they're probably in your pack. We'll find them later. What do you say we head back to the car and find a place to eat on the way back?
Sean: Sounds like a plan.
Jill: Or we could have breakfast here. We have bread to toast. We have water we can -- uh-oh. On second thought, it's probably not that far back to the car. It won't take us long.
Sean: What's the matter, Jill?
Jill: Where's the car?
Sean: Oh, don't worry. I marked a trail for us.
Jill: With what, bread crumbs?
Sean: No, little bits of paper.
Jill: Little bits of paper? Sean, it snowed.
Sean: Oh, my God, that's right.
Jill: Please tell me this doesn't mean we're lost.
John: Colleen, sweetheart, what is it?
Colleen: Mom is being totally unfair. I can't believe she's doing this, especially when she knows how much this means to me.
John: All right, calm down. Just take it easy. You're talking about the trip --
Colleen: She's put her foot down. We're definitely not going.
John: I heard.
Colleen: I was really looking forward seeing you, spending time together.
John: Oh, sweetheart, Iím disappointed, too, but it's your parents' decision.
Colleen: They say they care about me. Then they do something like this.
John: Has something else happened?
Colleen: Granddad, I have got to get away from them. Things are going on here and we could talk about everything. Please, please say you'll convince them to let me do this.
John: Sweetheart, I wish I could.
Brad: John, let me talk to her.
John: Look, I am sorry, but as I said, it's your parents' decision. And I have to think they know what they're doing.
Colleen: So you're turning your back on me, too?
John: Oh, Colleen, I would never do that. I love you.
Colleen: I have to hang up now.
John: Sweetheart, wait --
Colleen: It's okay, Granddad. I'll deal with things -- somehow.
Brad: Why the hell wouldn't you let me talk to her?
Neil: Alex, what are you doing?
Alex: Neil, Iím not letting you leave like this. I care about you too much. Okay. Neil, there has to be another way to work through this. And alcohol's not the answer.
Neil: Okay, fine. Do you want to know the one thing that would make me feel better? You. Taking you in my arms and holding you close just for one night. That's what I need. That's what's gonna help me pull through this. Alex, are you up for that?
Alex: Neil, come on -- you know --
Neil: I didn't think so. So then, what, we're back to square one, aren't we? I've just lost my best friend. I'm in love with my brother's fiancťe. Do you hear me? There's nothing that you can do about it. There's nothing that anybody can do about it. Do you understand? I don't know why Iím talking to you.
Malcolm: So look, Olivia, all Iím saying is I think my brother really, really needs his family right about now.
Olivia: So you're going to be spending more time together, you, Alex, and Neil?
Malcolm: Olivia, I was hoping that I could count on you, too. Especially Christmas Day.
Olivia: What are you talking about?
Malcolm: Look, I understand that things aren't all that great between you and Neil --
Olivia: Look, Malcolm --
Malcolm: Wait, wait, wait. Just hear me out, all right? Olivia, Ryanís death was a waste, and it opened my eyes in a really big way, especially to whatís important. Look, I understand that you got your issues with Neil. But I also understand how much that man still cares about you. So Iím just thinking what a better time --
Olivia: Okay, Malcolm, okay. You know what? Just stop it. I know you mean well. I'm not in the mood for this. Let's just drop it, or this civil conversation is over.
Malcolm: Olivia, all I'm saying -- well, hey. Look who it is. Get enough to eat, Mr. Big Stuff?
Nate: Uh-huh. I think you're going to need more cereal. I had two bowls.
Malcolm: Oh, Mr. Piggy.
Nate: Hey, my Christmas list.
Malcolm: Yeah. What do you know? It sure is.
Nate: I really wanted all this stuff. But I've been thinking, what if you and Mom give me one present each, and you guys can send the rest of the presents to the kids in New York or Washington who lost their moms or dads?
Olivia: Sweetheart, that's a wonderful idea.
Malcolm: It sure is, Nate. That's the best, just like you. Come on over here, man. Man, come here. You better give me some love. You know what? You're kind of all right. Ooh, you know what? Look at the time. Man, we better get you to school, so you better make like a basketball and bounce up them stairs and brush these teeth, huh?
Malcolm: Come on.
Olivia: Bye, sweetheart. Have a great day.
Nate: You, too, Mom.
Olivia: See you at home later tonight. He's an amazing kid. You know what? I really have to go. There is one more thing I wanted to say.
Malcolm: Say it.
Olivia: You know, your concern for your brother, it's admirable, really. But sometimes, too much togetherness isn't all that great. I mean, Neil knows you're there for him. You know, you and Alex, you really don't have to overdo it. Bye.
John: Now, Brad, I did not think it was the right time.
Brad: For me to speak to my daughter?
John: Yes. There's a great deal going on there right now.
Brad: What are you telling me, John? You're afraid I'm going to say something to make matters worse?
John: Look, I know you want to help, but right now, the best thing you can do is just stay out of it.
Brad: Well, I don't happen to agree, especially when my daughter's so upset.
John: Well, believe me, I am as concerned as you are, but I had to do what I did.
Brad: She asked you to talk to Traci and Steve, right?
John: Oh, yes. She said she wants to go on a vacation, but without her parents.
Brad: You mean just the two of you?
John: Well, now, I couldn't very well go against Traciís wishes. I couldn't undermine her authority, though I'm not sure that my daughter and her husband are doing the right thing. But I'll tell you one thing -- this clinches it. I am the only one that my granddaughter trusts, and Iím going to make the most of it.
Brad: What do you have in mind?
John: I'm going to keep things from getting out of control.
Brad: Are you talking about going to New York?
John: Yes. I think I should do this in person.
Brad: Look, John, I know your heartís in the right place, and you're right. Colleen does need to talk to someone. But I'm her father. And I don't like feeling like everyone's involved in her life but me.
John: Bradley, right now, we have to do what's best for Colleen, not what makes you feel good.
Brad: I think I should go.
John: Let me ask you something. Has she called you? Has she shown any willingness to discuss what's going on with you? Now, I don't need to go to New York, but my granddaughter needs me because she feels she can talk to me, and she needs my help. Now, I don't mean to be harsh, but you're going to have to play daddy some other time.
Traci: Colleen, it's time to leave for school.
Colleen: I know. I won't be late.
Traci: I heard you on the telephone a few minutes ago. Did you call Ricky?
Traci: Who then? All right, all right, Colleen. You leave me no choice. I will be taking the telephone out of your bedroom.
Colleen: I was talking to Granddad, okay?
Colleen: I thought maybe he could help me, but now you've gotten to him, too.
Traci: We need to leave for school.
Traci: Yes. I am walking you there to make sure that you get to school.
Traci: I think you heard what I said. What is this about?
Colleen: I'm waiting for you to handcuff me.
Ashley: What do you mean by that?
Nikki: Oh, Ashley, come on. I'm sure you have wondered if Jack and Phyllis have really examined their options.
Ashley: What options?
Nikki: Well, Phyllis' condition doesn't necessarily rule out having children. There's in vitro, there's adoption, a surrogate. Have you asked Jack why he's giving up so easily?
Ashley: No. I'm sure they've examined those options and, for whatever reasons, have decided not to pursue them. After all, it is their business, Nikki.
Nikki: Yes, I know that, and that's why I haven't broached the subject. However, if Jack isn't being honest about how he feels, and you and I stand by silently, that could --
Ashley: Wait, wait, wait. Would you just stop with this? Why are you thinking about this so much?
Nikki: What do you mean?
Ashley: Don't you have enough on your plate that you don't need to concern yourself with my brother's procreation problems? What are you doing? Are you trying to break them up or something?
Nikki: What? How could you say something like that?
Ashley: Is that a denial?
Nikki: Of course it's a denial. I can't believe you would accuse me of that!
Ashley: I think you just need to let it go. Jack says he's accepted the situation. Now, just take him at his word.
Nikki: Well, maybe I will speak to Phyllis.
Ashley: Not a good idea. I mean it!
Nikki: Hello? Oh, I did call, yes. I just wanted to know what your hours are. Very good. Thank you. Bye-bye. Ashley, I have to go.
Ashley: Nikki, stay out of this, for everybody's sake.
Jack: Sweetheart, give me that file.
Phyllis: Why? What is it?
Jack: It's nothing very interesting.
Phyllis: Why don't I be the judge of that?
Jack: Could I please --?
Phyllis: Passwords, I.D. numbers?
Jack: Phyllis --
Phyllis: Entry to the lab?
Jack: Please forget you ever saw this.
Phyllis: Why? Does it have to do with our in vitro fertilization?
Jack: No. Nothing whatsoever.
Phyllis: Then what it is? What is it?! Why aren't you answering me? What is it?
Jack: You have to promise me you won't say a word about this --
Phyllis: I promise.
Jack: This has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with me.
Phyllis: Then who does it have to do with?
Jack: Nikki and Diane.
Phyllis: That name again. I --
Jack: Just calm down. I can explain. As a matter of fact, it's a pretty amazing story. I assume you know the unusual circumstances around Dianeís child's birth.
Phyllis: Oh, that's a very polite way of putting it, Jack.
Jack: How much do you know?
Phyllis: I know what the tabloids wrote. I know that she artificially inseminated herself with Victor's sperm, but it turned out to be some other guy's sperm and someone did a switch.
Jack: It seems Nikki had something to do with the way things worked out.
Phyllis: Are you telling me that Nikki switched the samples? Oh, come on. You're not going to clam up on me now, Jack. [Jack sighs] Well, all I have to say is that if Nikki switched the samples, and she's the one who screwed Diane over, way to go.
Jack: Well, that isn't very charitable.
Phyllis: Oh, well, I'm sorry, but I happen to think that Diane Jenkins got everything she deserved. Or don't you agree with me, Jack?
Neil: So you want to "help me," Alex, huh? Well, now you know how.
[Doorbell rings] I thought I told you, there's noth --
Malcolm: Yo, hey, Neil! Yo, man, what's your problem? Hey, Neil, open the door!
Jack: Believe me, no part of me feels sorry for Diane Jenkins.
Phyllis: Well, I should hope not. Everything that happened to Diane, she brought upon herself.
Jack: Almost everything.
Phyllis: Jack, what are you saying? This woman stole Victor's sperm.
Jack: I'm not saying Diane isn't guilty. I'm saying Nikki has reason to think she's somehow responsible for bringing this child into the world, and she wants to do what she can to make amends.
Phyllis: So you're telling me that everything in that file is connected with what Nikki intends to do?
Jack: I'm saying that Nikki is exploring one of her options.
Phyllis: You're being vague.
Jack: Yes, I am. I'd like to keep it that way.
Jack: Okay? I've got to get to work. You want to get dressed quickly? I can drop you off at Newman.
Phyllis: No. I still have things to do. Why don't you go ahead? Be careful. It snowed last night. The roads are slick.
Jack: You take it easy, too. I don't want anything to happen to my beautiful bride-to-be.
Jill: All the trees and rocks look exactly alike.
Sean: Look, let's not panic.
Jill: Okay, okay. I won't panic if you tell me that we're not lost.
Sean: Look, we're going to be fine.
Jill: Fine? Fine? We're freezing. We have no fire. We're starving. We have no food. And you left little white pieces of paper all over --
Sean: Look, all we have to do is find the car. It is not that far. Now, all I have to do is figure out how we got here.
Sean: Jill, just stay calm.
Jill: You don't remember, do you?
Sean: Not at the moment.
Jill: Oh, my God. All right, all right. I'm fine. I'm calm. We go in one direction for far enough, sooner or later, we're going to come to a road.
Sean: Yeah, more like later rather than sooner. This park is, like, 15,000 acres.
Jill: Oh, my God. So if we head in the wrong direction, we'll never find our way out of here. Hello! Hello! Hello!
Sean: Jill, please.
Jill: "Please"? "Please"? Do you realize that we could be lost here and they wouldn't find our bodies until spring?
Sean: Sweetheart, come on.
Jill: Don't you please call me "sweetheart." You don't know a way to get us out of this mess, do you?
Sean: That's not necessarily true. I brought this in case we needed it last night.
Jill: What does GPSS mean?
Sean: Global Positioning Satellite System. This little gizmo is going to tell us exactly how to get out of here.
Jill: How is it going to do that?
Sean: Trust me, Jill. Okay, I may not know squat about camping, but I do know about electronics, and I plotted the coordinates of the parking lot in here before we left, and it says we should go -- here. So we'll plot our way points as we go. We may zigzag a little bit, but we'll find the car.
Jill: I am going to kill you when we get back! Oh, my God. I should never have doubted you. How can I make it up to you?
Sean: Not to worry. I'll think of something.
Phyllis: Hi, Nikki. What brings you by?
Nikki: I was hoping to speak with Jack.
Phyllis: Well, he already left for the office. Do you have a few minutes?
Nikki: Are you inviting me in for a chat?
Phyllis: Is anything wrong with that?
Nikki: No, not at all. I think it's lovely, thank you.
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