Friday Y&R Transcript 5/23/03

Y&R Transcript
Friday 5/23/03--Canada; 5/26/03--USA

By Eric
Proofread by Suvi

Michael: Where you been?

Chris: Away.

Michael: Oh. Out of town? At least you came back as yourself this time.

Chris: I'm not laughing yet. Keep trying.

Michael: Oh. What else can I do? I'm trying not to come unglued.

Chris: What's all this?

Michael: I'm culling the files you'll need to take with you. Chantal will have them copied, and you're welcome to any empty boxes in the storeroom.

Chris: Thank you.

Michael: Have you talked to any other firms yet?

Chris: Nope.

Michael: Chris, I don't want you to go.

Chris: Well, you should have thought of that sooner.

Michael: Are you saying I should have kept my mouth shut? Is that what you would have preferred, that I never tell you the real truth about how Paul and Isabella met?


Isabella: How was California?

Paul: Sunny. What'd you expect?

Isabella: You met my Mother?

Paul: Oh, yeah. Nice lady.

Isabella: She's in love with Ricky, of course.

Paul: Which is why I left him in L.A. Gee, I hope that's okay with you.

Isabella: Sure. What about the hordes of aunts and uncles? They mob you?

Paul: You know, I really wasn't there that long.

Isabella: Welcome home. It's good to see you. I really mean that.

Paul: You know, I'm really not here to chat, Isabella.

Isabella: You know.

Paul: That Baldwin confessed to Chris? Yeah, I know.

Isabella: And you're angry, and I can understand that, Paul.

Paul: Angry? Angry? Is that what it is? You see there? I'm not sure. See, what I do know, though, is that nothing is the same. Everything I've known, everything I've felt since I met you is a lie... every bit of it.


Diane: Knock, knock.

Jack: Diane, come on in.

Diane: I just wanted to let you know, I dropped Kyle with Mrs. Martinez as planned.

Jack: Oh, great. The two of you have a nice morning together?

Diane: It was wonderful. A little exhausting.

Jack: That's our son.

Diane: He really keeps you on your toes, doesn't he?

Jack: That he does. So you found him in good spirits?

Diane: Does that surprise you?

Jack: No, not really.

Diane: You haven't had any problems with him, have you? I'm not looking for trouble. I just want to know in case there's some way I can help. Never mind. I'll go.

Jack: Things haven't exactly been peaceful around the house these days.

Diane: Any particular reason?

Jack: Jabot has just started this new line of cosmetics for African-American women.

Diane: Right.

Jack: We've all been under a great deal of pressure, and I was worried that it might be having its effect on Kyle. I'm glad to hear he seemed fine to you.

Diane: You're doing a really good job with him.

Jack: Thanks.

Diane: So how are things on a personal level?

Jack: All right.

Diane: No, they're not.


Neil: You know, I thought I'd work late to go over some of the budget projections. How about burning a little midnight oil with me, huh?

Victoria: I can't. I have plans.

Neil: You got-- you got a date?

Victoria: I realize that may be hard to believe.

Neil: No, no, no. I didn't mean it that way. So who's the lucky guy?

Victoria: No one you really know. Believe me, it's not that big a deal, and I plan to keep it that way. I do not want another disaster.

Neil: Hey, sweetheart, don't be so hard on yourself.

Victoria: Neil, let's face it. Relationships are not my strong point.

Neil: Yeah, well, you were robbed of the one that should have been.

Victoria: I know. I still miss Ryan so much.

Neil: I miss him, too. I tell you, that's one of the reasons I've been so persistent in putting this thing together with Drucilla.

Victoria: Hey! I said it once. I will say it again. Congratulations on your engagement... I think.

Neil: She's a handful, all right.

Victoria: So Neil Winters is officially off the market. Good for you. I know that's what you wanted.

Neil: Only cloud on the horizon's-- our competing jobs.

Victoria: Think you can handle it?

Neil: Oh, I have to, 'cause I'm staying right where I am. Dru's not gonna budge.

Victoria: Hey, have you talked to Damon Porter at all?

Neil: I didn't think you were so hot on that guy.

Victoria: Oh, Dad is so determined, we might as well talk to the guy.

Neil: Oh, no, no, no. I'm way ahead of you. Went to my rolodex. Found his business card from a few years ago. Got through to his cell phone voice mail. Left him a message to call me.

Victoria: Do you think he will?

Neil: I'm gonna stay on it until he does. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna call him right now, okay? Um... thought I left that business card right there. In fact, I am positive I did.


Dru: Damon Porter. What a pleasure.

Damon: And you're Drucilla Winters.

Dru: The one and only.

Damon: You know, it's funny, I never put it together.

Dru: What?

Damon: That you're Drucilla Winters, model extraordinaire.

Dru: Oh, so you know of my work.

Damon: Well, I, uh... yeah. I do.

Dru: Then I'm flattered.

Damon: Likewise. So you said you had a proposition for me?

Dru: Do I ever.

Damon: Well, don't leave me in suspense. Let me hear it.


Neil: Okay. It's not in any of my pockets. It's not in my wallet, but I'm positive that I left it right there.

Victoria: I checked the floor and the garbage can. It's not here. I don't know where it is.

Neil: Well, where the Hell could it have gone?

Victoria: Did you put it in your briefcase?

Neil: No, I wouldn't have put it in my briefcase 'cause I left it here because I was gonna make a call before I left today.

Victoria: Well, Neil, it's got to be around here somewhere. It didn't just get up and walk away.

Neil: Then where is it?

Phyllis: I have those notes you wanted. Oh, I'm sorry, you guys, I didn't know you were in a meeting.

Neil: Hey, listen, why don't you just take off? I'll keep you posted on whatever happens, all right?

Victoria: All right. Good luck.

Phyllis: Bye.

Neil: Thanks.

Phyllis: What's going on? Here.

Neil: Have you seen Damon Porter's business card?

Phyllis: Uh, yes, when I was here earlier, when you left the message. Has he called?

Neil: No!

Phyllis: Okay, well, you should call him back.

Neil: Yeah, I'd like to, Phyllis, but the thing is, the business card has mysteriously disappeared into the twilight zone.

Phyllis: Well, it was here when I left.

Neil: Maybe it left with you.

Phyllis: Okay. Um... why would I take it, Neil?

Neil: What? Because you and Jack have been having problems. Maybe you took the card because you wanted to give it to Jack or something.

Phyllis: Oh, no, no! Wait a second! No, no, no, you wait a second! You back off! I confided in you about my personal life, and all of a sudden I'm a traitor? What is it gonna take to--

Neil: Okay. No. What I'm saying is, I'm sorry if that's not right, but the card was right here, right here on my desk. You were here. Now the card is gone--go figure.

Phyllis: Yeah, go figure. So all of a sudden, I'm the guilty party?

Neil: You've been in and out of my office three times-- three times today, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Yes, three times. Three times. Victoria has, you have--

Neil: What?

Phyllis: Drucilla.

Neil: Drucilla was here?!

Phyllis: Yes, Drucilla was here. She was rummaging around your desk, Neil.

Neil: You must be kidding me!

Phyllis: No, I'm not kidding you. She made up some lame excuse about having to look at the calendar for a wedding date.

Neil: Damn it! Damn it!

Phyllis: Let me tell you something, boss, you owe me an apology, because I think we both know who it is that can't be trusted.


Dru: As I mentioned to you on the telephone, I'm representing Jabot's new line of cosmetics for women of color--Tuvia.

Damon: I've seen some of the print work.

Dru: Really? What did you think?

Damon: I think it's very hot.

Dru: I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I did authorize those ads.

Damon: Lovely work.

Dru: Thank you.

Damon: Though I'm curious, what do you want with me?

Dru: I thought it would be obvious.

Damon: It's not. I mean, I'm-- well, I was an r&d man. But your product line is about to come out. The research and development phase is over.

Dru: Well, we're gonna be up against some very serious competition, and in order for us to be successful, we have to stay way out on top of the market.

Damon: You're looking to continue new product development.

Dru: Bingo, and we're not going to rest on our laurels.

Damon: You know... I haven't been in this business in several years. I'm--

Dru: Oh, Mr. Porter, it's like riding a horse. You get right back on that saddle.

Damon: Now what would make you think I'd want to?

Dru: Because I believe that you're a man that enjoys a challenge.

Damon: Well, I've known this lady all of five minutes--

Dru: Well, am I wrong?

Damon: No. But, Drucilla--

Dru: Been there, done that. Is that it?

Damon: Precisely.

Dru: Can I get you some water?

Damon: Sure.

Dru: Okay. You know, your old company, Satine, was purchased by Newman Enterprises.

Damon: That-- (snaps fingers) Newman Enterprises.

Dru: Yes.

Damon: That's the company that fellow called from...

Dru: Yes.

Damon: That fellow also named Winters.

Dru: Well, I'm the one that reached you, and I'm the one with the offer.

Damon: For Jabot?

Dru: Mm-hmm. We're gonna be going toe-to-toe with Newman.

Damon: Uh-huh. Look, what would you like from me?

Dru: Have you ever heard of our chief chemist Ashley Abbott?

Damon: Yes. She's a big name in the industry. She's not gonna want anybody second-guessing her.

Dru: No, she's not, but what can she say if she's not here?

Damon: She's not here?

Dru: No. She's going on maternity leave. We need someone of her caliber, someone who can push us forward. I'm looking at you. Are you interested? So, it was called cattle point. Of the nation, and subsequentlyne of here. Your cruise director?


Isabella: Paul, I love you.

Paul: Oh, really?

Isabella: Yes. That's not a lie.

Paul: Oh, this isn't a lie? This is what I'm supposed to believe?

Isabella: Marriage isn't all hearts and flowers, Paul.

Paul: Mmm. Sure.

Isabella: Things happen, and when they do, we work through them.

Paul: "Things." You've reduced it to "things"? Is that it?

Isabella: I don't mean to minimize it.

Paul: Oh, you don't? I think you do. You know what I think? I think you want to talk about this a little bit, maybe go off to a little counseling and put this all behind us. Isn't that what you want?

Isabella: It's not gonna happen? You feel too betrayed?

Paul: Shouldn't I?

Isabella: Paul, when I showed up at your office that day, I was doing a job, paying back a favor.

Paul: To Michael Baldwin.

Isabella: Yes.

Paul: Right.

Isabella: He got me out of a jam a couple years ago, and I owed him. He told me, "go to this guy's office. Pretend like you're in serious trouble. Keep him from leaving town for a couple of days." It sounded harmless, so I did it.

Paul: Mm-hmm.

Isabella: The only problem was, I fell in love, more in love than I ever dreamed possible.

Paul: Aw, how romantic.

Isabella: Yes, it was. It was. I was a single girl--

Paul: You were a call girl. You were doing a job.

Isabella: I can't-- you're so cruel, Paul. I finally met a wonderful guy who could love me for who I was. Okay, you had a ring on your finger, but where was your wife, huh? Halfway around the world. You two didn't communicate. So why was I supposed to feel like I was breaking up a marriage? I was taking care of a guy with a broken heart. That's supposed to be an all right thing to do.

Paul: You actually believe your own lies now. That's what's really sick.

Isabella: Obviously, I'm not getting through to you.

Paul: Right. And that's my fault? Let me ask you something. Let me ask you something straight out, Isabella. Our life together-- has any of it been real, any of it?

Isabella: All of it has.

Paul: All of it. You know, that's funny you should mention that, because I seem to recall certain instances that don't really ring true to me anymore. How about you coming to my office pretending to be beaten up by your ex-husband's goons? What was that?

Isabella: That was Michael's idea. You were thinking of going to see Chris!

Paul: It was Michael's idea. I see, yes, but you sure played the Hell out of it, didn't you?

Isabella: No, I didn't-- I didn't want to.

Paul: You were just twisting my arm.

Isabella: No, I had to, Paul! You were missing Chris, wondering if things could have worked out, and I couldn't stand to see you agonizing over Christine!

Paul: Oh. Any means possible then, huh?

Isabella: I wanted to be the one! I wanted to be the one to make you happy. Is that a crime?

Paul: It was deception, pure and simple. Fake.

Isabella: So what, everything that we have is poisoned... because I wanted you so bad, and I wanted to fight for you? My God, Paul, you should be overjoyed that somebody wants you that much.

Paul: Oh, you... you are unbelievable.


Chris: It's an interesting question-- how things would have turned out if you hadn't confessed, and we did end up getting married.

Michael: I know how. Not good.

Chris: You sure about that?

Michael: Look, Christine, just because something is hidden, it doesn't mean it has no weight, no power to destroy.

Chris: Is that an ancient Chinese proverb?

Michael: Nograsshopper, my own.

Chris: Oh, I see. And because you're so wise and thoughtful, I'm just supposed to forgive you.

Michael: That sounds like a plan.

Chris: This is just fascinating. You confess, and in your mind, that makes it all right that you interfered in my marriage?

Michael: Look, somebody was gonna interfere in your marriage sooner or later. It was a mess. It was time to put it out of its misery.

Chris: You had no right to make that decision.

Michael: Look, I did you a favor. Paul couldn't even decide whether or not to get on an airplane to go make love to his wife. My God, how hard a decision is that? I would have been out there flapping my arms to get there without an airplane. Oh, and on top of that, not even a hundred Isabellas could have made me do what he did--

Chris: I know, couldn't have lured you into their trap. I know. You've told me. You are so sure what you would have done, but you have no idea how complicated marriage can be.

Michael: All I know is that if you and I got married, I would make you feel loved and wanted and honored every day of your life, except for the days when we fight, which, in those cases, we would have a Hell of a goodimime making up. Either way, it's all good. Paul, on the other hand--

Chris: I really don't care about your opinion.

Michael: No, I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to hear this. Paul, on the other hand, has no idea how to handle a strong, intelligent, aggressive woman.

Chris: Where do you get this, Michael?

Michael: Oh, you know I'm right! Look, you two started falling apart way back when... you didn't want to have his child when he wanted you to have it. He couldn't have his way with you. My God, Isabella was a perfect replacement-- mousy, fearful, desperate to have a big, strong man to fend for her. He ate it up.

Chris: You just have this all figured out, don't you?

Michael: It doesn't take a psychiatrist. Look how he reacted when he found out that you were engaged to yours truly. He had to reduce you to an object.

Chris: Michael!

Michael: That's what he did, Christine. He used his strength and his size, and he forced himself on you because he cannot be on an equal footing with a woman. I guess his Mother saw to that. Anyway, that's not my problem, and I hope to God that you will not let this be your problem anymore.

Chris: Oh, are you finished?

Michael: No, no. I haven't even begun to--

Chris: Would you just-- will you shut up? You wonít let anyone get a word in.

Michael: You know the words I want you to say. Please, just say them, Christine. Just say them. "I love you, Michael, and let's get married and forget about all this nonsense."


Jack: Well, so much for not wanting to stir up any trouble.

Diane: That's not what I'm doing. Whatever our differences, I used to be pretty good at reading your moods, and I'd like to think I still am.

Jack: I don m mean to be rude. I got a lot of work I gotta do.

Diane: Are you afraid I'll hit the nail on the head?

Jack: Okay. Let's hear it.

Diane: Okay. I know that Jabot's new line is in direct competition with Newman's. I also know the players involved, and I can put two and two together.

Jack: Uh-huh. And what does that add up to?

Diane: Dawn to dusk tension and angst.

Jack: That may be a little bit of an exaggeration.

Diane: How does it feel to be in bed with the enemy, literally?

Jack: Phyllis and I are both professionals.

Diane: Still, it must be awkward at times.

Jack: What do you care? What, are you hoping our marriage will fall apart? Maybe I'll come crawling back to you?

Diane: No. No. No, no, no. I am way beyond believing in that fantasy.

Jack: Really?

Diane: Yes. It's the truth. What? What's that look for? Are you disappointed that I'm not still pining after you?

Jack: Oh, quite the contrary. I'm delighted you've moved on with your life.

Diane: Oh, come on. It wasn't all that bad having two women vying for your attention. Come on, admit it. There were times it felt pretty good.

Jack: I cannot believe you are able to laugh about this.

Diane: Yeah. I can't believe I can, too, but what choice do I have? You made your decision. Your future is with Phyllis, and I can either get depressed and cry myself to sleep, or I can pick myself up, brush myself off, get on with my life. That's what I'm doing.


Neil: No, this is just too heavy. I can't believe that Drucilla would do this!

Phyllis: Well, so much for love and competition coexisting side by side.

Neil: Phyllis... maybe she didn't do it.

Phyllis: Oh, come on. Listen, there's a payback factor here. Because of Drucilla's loose lips, we were able to buy Satine out from under Jabot, and now she can get this guy right out from under us.

Neil: Excuse me. (Cell phone rings)

Dru: Excuse me. (Ring)

Dru: Hello?

Neil: Hi, sweetheart, where are you?

Dru: Uh, you know what? Now is not a good time. I'm at work, and I'm handling a very important interview.

Neil: Really? Who are you interviewing and about what?

Dru: That's none of your business. I'll see you back at home. Bye.

Neil: No, Drucilla, you don't... (screams) okay. I'm not gonna let this happen. I'm--I gotta go. Bye!

Dru: So... have I tantalized you enough?

Damon: Well... you are very tantalizing, I'll say that.

Dru: I'm encouraged.

Damon: You haven't asked me about my non-compete clause.

Dru: Your what?

Damon: The restrictions in my Satine contract-- how soon I could legally work for another cosmetics company.

Dru: Whoa. Whoa! Wow! Are you telling me that you can't do this gig? Are you telling me that they own you? You can't work-- that you can't work for another company?

Damon: Let me ask you something. Do you really have any authority at all to be talking to me?

Dru: Why would you ask that?

Damon: I'm just curious if this is an official inquiry or something you just cooked up.

Dru: "Something I cooked up"?

Damon: Look, your first question should have been about my non-compete clause. Any experienced dealmaker would have found out first what I could legally do.

Dru: Okay. I'm busted. I'm a novice at this.

Damon: Drucilla, darling, now I followed up on this because it seemed... quirky. I couldn't help but be curious. But now, you know, that curiosity is something that can get a fellow in a lot of trouble. I'm beginning to think it might be a really good idea if I just jump back on that plane and go back where I came from.

Dru: Well...

Damon: It's been fun.

Dru: Well, wait a minute. Now, Mr. Porter, you don't want to do that, do you? Aren't you interested? I mean, is this no... what is it?

Damon: Non-compete clause.

Dru: Non-compete clause, is it really, you know, a problem?

Damon: Well, it's expired. Legally, I can do what I want, but you know, this thing--

Dru: There you go. There you go. Mr. Porter, have a seat, please. Here. May I get you a glass of water for you?

Damon: No, I'm fine.

Dru: No. Okay, well, just stay here just a few minutes, all right? I'll be right back, and, um, Mr. Porter, you will not regret this.


Paul: Let me tell you about people who want things, Isabella. In my line of work, I come across burglars, embezzlers, check bouncers, cheats of all kinds. I met a lot of them over the years.

Isabella: Are you gonna lump me in with a bunch of criminals?

Paul: Can't even imagine how many. You know what they all have in common? They want something, something they can't have honestly. So you know what they do? They take it. They just take it. Sound familiar? You fit the profile?

Isabella: No. Paul, they wanted money. I wanted love. I wanted to give you love.

Paul: So that means it's all right to get what you want by flat-out lying?

Isabella: What about you?

Paul: What about me?

Isabella: Why did you marry me, Paul? Was it just to be a Father to Ricky, because you were never over Christine. Okay, you want to talk about being honest? You never really divorced Christine, not in your heart, and you stood here in our home, and you said, "till death do us part," but you--you never stopped loving Christine! And you want to call me a cheat and a liar? Where do you get off?


Chris: I will give you credit for having a lot of nerve.

Michael: Nerve is for skydiving. I'm not afraid of you, Chris. I love you. I want you to marry me in spite of all my faults and shortcomings.

Chris: I can't.

Michael: You know, does that mean you're gonna go running back to Paul?

Chris: I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Michael: Well, you know, Christine, you can't, you know, go back to the first moment that Isabella walked into Paul's office and start from there. Life is not some kind of interactive DVD where you choose your endings.

Chris: That's really deep, Michael.

Michael: Would you want to go back, anyway? I mean, think of all that was wrong with your marriage. I mean, you weren't communicating. You two didn't have the same goals in life, and you have to face it that you are smarter and more ambitious than Paul.

Chris: You don't even know him.

Paul: And on top of that, you had Mary Williams breathing down your back like a screaming banshee I mean, you'd run thousands of miles away from that marriage and now, all of a sudden, just because you feel there was some foul play involved, it... it's suddenly this fabulous, dream relationship that was stolen from you at its prime, and I'm sorry, that is just--it's just bull.

Chris: Is it my turn yet?

Michael: Okay, yeah. It's your turn.

Chris: One of the greatest accomplishments in my life as an adult was learning to trust you again.

Michael: And you're incredible. You--

Chris: Just shut up. It's my turn. I have gotten so much flack about you-- "how can you trust that guy after everything he's done?" But I said, people change. I believe in redemption, that there is good in everyone. I made myself put the past aside and looked at you without prejudice. I saw you for who you really are.

Michael: And what you saw wasn't all that bad, was it?

Chris: Yeah, I'm gonna get to that if you let me. No, it wasn't that bad, and, Michael, I didn't agree to marry you because I needed a warm body next to me at night or because I had to convince myself that I was over Paul. I really believed that we could have a great life together.

Michael: And we still could, but my God, Paul rapes you, and you're thinking of starting over with him.

Chris: Did I say that I was?

Michael: Michael Baldwin tells a fib and once again, he's the embodiment of all evil!

Chris: A fib? A fib? Oh, my--I would love for you to be able to put yourself up on the stand, counselor, because I can't imagine what you would do to a witness who called what you did a fib!

Michael: All right, counselor, but don't forget, the law seeks to determine if itís done. Did the lie do damage? It's not slander or libel if no one was hurt.

Chris: I was hurt.

Michael: Only because you don't like lies.

Chris: Yeah, or liars.

Michael: Come on, everybody lies once in awhile. I mean, look at you. You came back here dressed as what's her name--Kelly Simmons. What the Hell was that about?

Chris: That's not gonna work.

Michael: What's not gonna work?

Chris: You're not gonna debate me into changing how I feel.

Michael: Fair enough. Then let me try something else.


Jack: Well, it seems to me you've done more than get on with things.

Diane: What do you mean?

Jack: I don't know. You seem different, more relaxed somehow, more at peace.

Diane: I've had help.

Jack: Oh?

Diane: Yes. I'm dating someone. He's a very unique man.

Jack: Unique how?

Diane: I don't know. He's just--he's just different.

Jack: Does this different guy have a name?

Diane: I'd rather not say.

Jack: What, are you worried you'll jinx it?

Diane: A little.

Jack: Has this guy been around Kyle?

Diane: Of course.

Jack: How is he with him?

Diane: He's amazing.

Jack: Really?

Diane: What's that look for?

Jack: I just hope you're being wise. I mean, if this guy is staying at your place at night, I don't want Kyle exposed to--

Diane: You don't have to worry about that.

Jack: You sure about that?

Diane: You know what? Not that it's any of your business, but we haven't even taken things that far. He wants to go slow, and, uh, I'm okay with that.

Jack: Must be quite a guy.

Diane: Our relationship is different than most of the ones I've been in. I don't know. I really can't describe it, but he's a good man and treats me well.

Jack: Okay. I was gonna guess. Now I'm positive.

Diane: Positive what?

Jack: Who we're talking about. It wouldn't jinx things if I said his name. We are talking about the good Saint Andrew, aren't we?

Diane: You don't have to be sarcastic.

Jack: No, no. Whatever issues I may personally have with him, as far as having a guy around your place, Andy Richards is made of the right stuff.

Diane: I'm glad you approve.

Jack: I hope he can make you happy this time.

Diane: I hope you really mean that. Thank you.

Dru: Jack, I'm so glad you're here. I need to talk to you. Hi, Diane--

Jack: I'm in the middle of something right now.

Dru: No, I can see that, Jack, but it's imperative that I talk with you. You'll have to forgive me, Diane.

Diane: You know what? I was just on my way out.

Jack: You wanna tell me what the devil is so damn important?

Dru: I believe I found the solution to all our problems, Jack.


Paul: This is so predictable. You get caught, and you start turning the tables.

Isabella: I didn't get caught, Paul. I'm not one of your shoplifters. Michael confessed to Christine. Why he felt the need to cleanse his soul at that moment, I don't know, but he did. And Christine couldn't wait to call you and tell you everything. How did she find you, by the way? I couldn't get you on the phone to save my life.

Paul: She didn't call. She came out to California and found me.

Isabella: Well, I guess this is what you two wanted all along, isn't it?

Paul: We didn't have a chance to find out that we wanted! You and Michael saw to that.

Isabella: So now you're gonna turn back the clock?

Paul: I don't know.

Isabella: Wait. Paul, this isn't happening, because you're married to me.

Paul: Oh, you think you have anything to say about what's gonna happen?

Isabella: I don't wanna make any threats, Paul.

Paul: I am out of here.

Isabella: No. No. No, wait. Paul, this is normal. What we're doing is normal.

Paul: Let go of me.

Isabella: We're hashing things out! You're telling me your feelings. I'm telling you mine. This is what we do. It's intense, and it's unpleasant, but it's what married people do. Not running away, not being in love with other people. So just stay and work this out with me!

Paul: You are so deluded. You know, maybe it's true. Maybe I never stopped loving Chris. Maybe that's because what you and I had was so false. It was built on lies.

Isabella: No, it wasn't...

Paul: Nothing but lies. And you know what? You and Michael made your bed. So you can lie in it.

Isabella: Please don't go. Don't go, Paul. Please! (Door slams) No... no! Damn you, Christine! Damn you!


Chris: So are you gonna use your size and strength to reduce me to an object?

Michael: Never. But I would like to ask permission for another kiss, maybe two or three more.

Chris: Permission denied.

Michael: I'm just trying to rekindle some feelings. I want to get those logical concerns out of your mind.

Chris: Logical concerns?

Michael: (Robotic voice) Danger, Christine. Danger. You helped Isabella get her hooks in Paul. I cannot love you.

Chris: You are cracking-- this is crazy.

Michael: (Normal voice) I know. Look, sweetheart, I'm just trying to get through to you. As you can see, I am deeply flawed. But I'm the man for you, and you certainly are the woman for me. You make me whole. You make me good. You make me better--

Chris: And you make me sick.

Michael: Wow. Ouch.

Chris: I didn't enjoy saying that, but I'm trying to get through to you, too, and you're not taking me seriously. You keep making these jokes.

Michael: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No more joke

Chris: No more anything. Good-bye.

Michael: Wait. Christine, please, don't... don't leave after telling me that I make you sick. That's just cruel. Um... just give me some hope to hang on to, anything.

Chris: I can't, Michael. I can't. "Ror, mirror on the wall."


Jack: This is a business, Dru. It's a business.

Dru: Jack, I know I shouldn't have barged in, okay?

Jack: It's not just that. It's your whole demeanor. You're walking around like you run this place.

Dru: Really? I mean, really?

Jack: Watch it, Dru. It's getting real old, real fast.

Dru: Jack, we need to cut the company etiquette. We don't have time for that. I have someone waiting for you over there, and if he walks, we lose him. And that we will not bode well for Jabot.

Jack: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Dru: Damon Porter. Name ring a bell?

Jack: Should it?

Dru: Yes, it should. He used to run Satine Cosmetics r&d.

Jack: He's here?

Dru: Yes, in the flesh.

Jack: What's he doing at Jabot?

Dru: I invited him.

Jack: You what?!

Dru: Jack, don't get twisted behind. This is no time for drama. We need to make a move.

Jack: No, we don't need to do anything. Drucilla, where the Hell do you get off?

Dru: Jack, I have it on very good authority that Newman Enterprises wants this guy for Satine. Now I got to him first. He wants to talk. I already checked out his no non-compete clause. He's interested, Jack. Listen, if we don't talk to him, he's gonna walk. We lose him. That's why I barged in. That's why I think we need to make a move expeditiously, or else we're gonna live to regret it.

Jack: What kind of move are you talking about?

Dru: To fill in for Ashley. We're gonna lose her any day. We're dead in the water without her, Jack. Listen, she wants to put things on hold while she's on maternity leave. We can't run a business like that, for crying out loud. We have to accel things, not put them on hold.

Jack: You're absolutely sure that the mustache and company want this guy?

Dru: Jack, I have a business card with Neil's own handwriting on it that says as much. Listen, I have him secure in our company boardroom. And if you make him the right offer right now, he's ours. I can taste it. But if you don't move fast, and right now, this game is over.

Neil: Ah, I knew I'd find you here! Where is he, huh? I'm sure he's here somewhere. Where you hiding the guy, Dru?!


Michael: Now I got this on 24-hour approval, and I'd really rather not have to take it back. Hmm? We're good together, Chris. We'd take care of each other in so many ways. Let's make it real. Let's make it something wonderful. Marry me. Christine Blair, whom I love and adore, will you marry me?

Chris: I'd be honored. I think this is the part where you kiss me.

Michael: Yeah, I knew that. Come here. Oh, man. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Isabella: Shut the Hell up, Michael.

Michael: Shouldn't you be at home packing?

Isabella: Well, I'm not going to Los Angeles.

Michael: What happened?

Isabella: I talked to Paul.

Michael: Oh, he called you back, finally, huh?

Isabella: No. He's here in Genoa City.

Michael: He knows, doesn't he? Well, I warned you.

Isabella: Yeah, well, that bitch sucked him back in! Paul's gonna leave me now. He's gonna leave me for her!

Michael: He told you that?

Isabella: He didn't have to. I know that is what he plans to do. Michael, he was never over her in the first place.

Isabella: You know, I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm not gonna let Paul do that to me. I have worked too hard, and I have given too much. I'm not gonna have him end up with her.

Michael: There may not be much you can do about that.

Isabella: No, the Hell there isn't. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep my husband away from Christine. I mean it, Michael-- whatever it takes.

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