Wednesday Y&R Transcript 1/21/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 1/21/04--Canada; Thursday 1/22/04

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Jill:  you don't want to talk about it.

Kay: What?

Jill: That very distinguished gentleman who was here when I got home.

Kay: I introduced you, Jill.

Jill: Some introduction. What was his name? Uh, Arthur. Arthur something.

Kay: Hendricks.

Jill: Hendricks. The two of you seemed pretty chummy.

Kay: No, we did not.

Jill: Oh, please. The way he was holding your hand and looking into your eyes, the way he said, "take care of yourself"...

Kay: Jill, he means nothing to me. For God's sake, he's simply an old business acquaintance.

Jill: I'll bet I know. You did what I hoped you'd do. He's from alcoholics anonymous, isn't he? You found yourself a sponsor.

Kay: I've told you before, what I do about my drinking, for God's sake, and when I do it, if I ever do, is my own decision and no one else’s. Quit pushing me!

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Nikki: Brad, listen to your instincts. You tell those doctors and everybody else that Victor is off limits, and you tell them now!

Ashley: Why are you arguing about Victor? I could hear you all the way in the living room.

Brad: Ash, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to disturb you.

Ashley: You didn't disturb me, I just... I couldn't help wondering what's going on.

Brad: Come on. Let me take you upstairs. You can rest.

Nikki: Uh, I-- I have a better idea.

Brad: Nikki...

Nikki: She doesn't seem that tired to me. Why don't we include her in our conversation? I think she should have a say.

Brad: Nikki, enough.

Ashley: No, let her speak. I wanna know why she's so upset.

Nikki: Upset does not begin to describe how I'm feeling.

Brad: This isn't the time or the place.

Nikki: Really? Well, then when? When do we resolve this, Brad, after the fact, after our marriages have both been destroyed?

Ashley: Resolve what?

Brad: Nothing you need to be worrying about. Come on.

Nikki: Look, I disagree. I think that we do need to worry. We need to be extremely worried.

Ashley: I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Nikki: All right, let me spell it out for you. While you've been in this state or whatever it is, a lot of people have been trying to reach out to you to bring you back, and one of those people is Victor.

Ashley: Obviously, that disturbs you.

Brad: Can we table this?

Ashley: No, I-I want to know why you're so bothered about this.

Brad: This is nothing you--

Nikki: Yes, it disturbs me, Ashley. It disturbs me a great deal. Not because I'm jealous or insecure or that I don't want you to get better, because I do. What I'm concerned about is that Brad feels the only way that Victor can help you is to tell him about Abby.

Ashley: What?

Nikki: Now do you see? Do you see why am so concerned, faced with the prospect of my husband finding out that he's your child's father?

Ashley: Why are we even discussing this when this decision was already made?

Nikki: Because you only seem to respond to one thing these days, and that's Victor's name. We wouldn't even be having this conversation right now if you hadn't overheard us talking about him. You'd still be sitting out there in that living room, like a... do you understand? Do you?

Brad: We're gonna go upstairs. Nikki needs to cool off.

Nikki: No, I'm not finished.

Brad: Yes, you are. You are finished.

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Brittany: (Sighs) scare the living heck outta me, why don't you?

J.T.: Yeah, well, someone has to.

Brittany: Get lost.

J.T.: No, no, no, princess. You and I are gonna have a little talk.

Brittany: Really? Oh, my God. I live for these moments.

J.T.: Raul told me that goon bartender's been harassing your Mom.

Brittany: So what's it to you? You still have the hots for her?

J.T.: Boy, you're just tough as nails, aren't you?

Brittany: Listen, J.T.--

J.T.: These lowlifes are threatening your parents, Brittany. Doesn't that bother you just a little bit?

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Bobby: I can't believe this. Now they won't even take my call. It's done.

Angelo: What, are you talking about that revolving line of credit thing? You're saying the bank canceled it for sure?

Bobby: Yeah, they canceled it. They waited until it was paid down to almost nothing, then shut it off like it was a faucet. Damn it. We need that money for taxes, for inventory.

Angelo: And don't forget, we're supposed to start replumbing the restrooms, like, next month.

Bobby: Do you think I forgot about the plumbing?

Angelo: Hey, listen, don't take it out on me. You should be talking to Freddie Hodges. Look, he's your problem, okay? No, wait, you know, I got a better idea. Why don't you let me talk to him?

Bobby: Ange, I already told you once, stay away from the guy. You don't deal with a banker the way you deal with some punk from the neighborhood. Hey, are you listening to me?

Angelo: I don't know. Which part am I supposed to be listening to, Bobby, huh, the part that's, uh, going out of business because you got no operating capital, or the part that's all gooey on the son of a bitch who's doing it to you, huh? I mean, which part, Bob? Because I can't deal with both.

Bobby: Yeah, you don't deal with it. You know what you do deal with? Setting up the bar, serving drinks, checking I.D.S, watching the cash drawer, running credit cards. Just do your job, Ange. That's all I want you to do.

Angelo: Oh, yeah, my job? My job is to keep this place alive any way I can. Now if that means Fred Hodges has gotta go, then he goes. End of story.

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Raul: Hey, Mr. Hodges.

Frederick: Hello, Raul.

Raul: I was just on my way out.

Frederick: Yeah, is, uh, Brittany here?

Raul: No.

Frederick: You know where she is?

Raul: Out and about. Might be over at Marsino's.

Frederick: Well, you might as well know, that flesh club's not gonna be part of our lives much longer.

Frederick: I am. This time, I'm closing down Marsino's for good.

Raul: Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?

Frederick: Well, figure it out, Raul. I have friends in the banking business.

Raul: Obviously. So?

Frederick: So Bobby Marsino doesn't have a revolving line of credit anymore. Handy little loan he's been using every month to keep that place afloat.

Raul: So he's probably just gonna go out and get another one.

Frederick: No, not in this town, he's not.

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Bobby: Listen, Ange, when we first started this place, we both decided that we were gonna play by the rules. That's how you get legitimate. That's what we both wanted, right?

Angelo: So you're telling me Hodges can pull his stuff on us, but we can't pull our stuff on him? Those are some pretty swell rules you got there, Bobby.

Bobby: Hey, they're not my rules; we just gotta play by them.

Angelo: No, you do. I don’t.

Bobby: You know, Ange, last I checked, that's my name outside this place, okay? I'm gonna say for the last time, stay away from Freddie Hodges.

Angelo: I'm not your flunky, Bob.

Bobby: Really? So what are you telling me, you're gonna do whatever you feel like?

Angelo: No, I'm telling you I ain't gonna watch this place go down the tubes because of your girlfriend's daddy.

Sal: Hey, what's going on, you two? Thought I'd stop by to say hi, and it's like Martha and George in here.

Angelo: Wh-- who are you talking about, Sal?

Sal: People in a play I saw once. Never mind. The point is, you's fighting, and that's not good.

Bobby: Yeah. Ange, I got paperwork. We'll talk later. Sal, why don't you go catch a play? Unless you know a good bookkeeper or you got a few grand laying around, I ain't got time for you.

Sal: Oh, that's nice. He's got no time for me. And here I was, gonna come listen to his sweetheart sing.

Angelo: Oh, yeah, Brittany. I wish that chick never walked in here.

Sal: Is her old man still causing trouble?

Angelo: Like you wouldn't believe. And Bobby--he's just... I don't know, he's just taking it. I mean, I don't know what to do, Sal.

Sal: I know what to do. I know exactly what to do.

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Brad: What the hell are you thinking about, laying into Ash like that?

Nikki: Why, because she's so fragile? She's fragile until the subject becomes Victor, and then all of a sudden, boom, she comes right out of her shell like magic. You really have to see it to believe it.

Brad: Are you trying to imply that this is just an act?

Nikki: You haven't considered that possibility?

Brad: And the point would be what? You need to back off, Nikki.

Nikki: You're living in a dream world if you think my husband is gonna be your wife's salvation.

Brad: You wanna know what I think, what I know?

Nikki: Look, there has to be another way to get through to Ashley. There has to be.

Brad: Then why don't you find it? In the meantime, I'm not gonna sit back and watch her drift further and further away. I can't take it.

Nikki: What does that mean, to hell with everybody's lives?

Brad: I'm already in hell! And if Victor's the way out, if telling him the truth is the only thing that's gonna bring Ash back, then so be it.

Nikki: Even if that means losing her again once she's well, watching her ride off into the sunset with the father of her child?

Brad: I may have already lost her.

Nikki: Oh, Brad, you don't honestly believe that.

Brad: The only thing I care about-- the only thing-- is Ash's well-being. Period.

Nikki: Okay. Then you do that, you use Victor, but don't tell him about Abby. I am begging you. You're gonna have to roll the dice on this. If Ashley blurts it out to him, then we'll deal with that. But don't tell him ahead of time. At least give us that chance. drink yourself into oblivion, huh?

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Kay: I am mistress of my own fate. That is what I have decided.

Jill: Yeah, well, you can tell yourself that, but as long as you keep on drinking, the alcohol is the mistress of your soul, mother.

Kay: Oh, ho, ho, she who is so self-righteous, turning my words of wisdom back against me.

Jill: You're so bitter.

Kay: Whoa, you better believe I am.

Jill: You know what? It's okay. I don't blame you for being bitter. 'Cause if I was in your place, I would be bitter, too.

Kay: Oh, well, you're not in my place. You are not in my place! 20 damn years of sobriety, and for what, for what?! For a daughter who doesn't give a damn about me.

Jill: Oh, my God, that is so not true! I care so much about you! Get that out of my face! Don't you think this is hard for me, too? You won't even let me help you. You won't give me a chance to help you.

Kay: Well, too late. I mean, the source of destruction simply cannot be the source of redemption as well. You know that!

Jill: Whose rule is that?

Kay: Mine. Mine.

Jill: You know what? You don't make the rules.

Kay: Since when?

Jill: Since I became your daughter. Now we may not get along, ok-- we may never get along, but I will not stand by and watch you drink yourself to death. It's not gonna happen! I won't allow it.

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Brittany: If this is about quitting my job, for the millionth time--

J.T.: These jerks you're working for, Brittany, they're not joking around. They hurt people.

Brittany: If that were true, you would be in traction after that stunt you pulled with the liquor license.

J.T.: No, no. Now, see, I didn't mess with 'em again or get in their face about closing the place down.

Brittany: Here.

J.T.: What are you doing?

Brittany: Dial 4. Speed dial. My Dad's direct line.

J.T.: No, no, I'm not talking to your dad. I'm talking to you.

Brittany: Like I control the guy. Get real. Do you know how many times I have begged my father to knock it off? He won't listen.

J.T.: Yeah, Brittany, I know this. That's why it's up to you.

Brittany: Quitting isn't gonna do any good. My Dad has decided that it's his mission in life to put Marsino's out of business. It's like talking to a brick wall. I-I give up.

J.T.: You give up? You know, I'm gonna remind you of this when you're at the morgue.

Brittany: You would.

J.T.: What's it gonna take for you to wake up, Brittany? This is serious.

Brittany: Since when do you care about my parents?

J.T.: I don't want my roommate involved with a bunch of violent thugs. They've wrecked the place once already.

Brittany: That wasn't Bobby or anyone else from the club.

J.T.: You know that for a fact?

Brittany: Yes, I know that for a fact. Drop it. It's getting old.

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Frederick: You don't look pleased. I thought you, of all people, would be ecstatic to see Marsino's on its way out.

Raul: Mr. Hodges, I don't think you realize who you're dealing with.

Frederick: On the contrary, Raul, it's Bobby Marsino that thinks he's in some "Godfather" movie.

Raul: Maybe he does. And maybe all the people he knows are in the same movie.

Frederick: Oh, come on. That's not reality. This town doesn't work that way, son. Money talks. Tough guy routine walks.

Raul: Yeah. Well, is what you're doing legal?

Frederick: The bank has a right to do business or not do business with whomever it chooses.

Raul: Bobby's gonna be mad as hell.

Frederick: You sound as if that matters to you.

Raul: It could. And it could matter to you, too. I mean, yeah, yeah, it's great to be right and legal and all that, but when you wake up in a body cast, is it gonna be worth it?

Frederick: Wow, I'm surprised. You sound like you're losing your nerve, son.

Raul: Yeah, or getting some smarts. Now you don't wanna hear any of this, do you?

Frederick: What? That we're all in danger because I'm gonna harass Marsino until he leaves town? Come on. There's nothing to hear. Nothing to hear, my boy.

Raul: Okay. You know, fine, Mr. Hodges, do it your way. I just... I hope to God that you're right.

Angelo: So what are you saying, Sal? You got a plan?

Sal: Oh, yeah. You know, I been thinking about it ever since that time I saw Hodges at the restaurant hassling Bob. I said to myself, one of these days, someone's gonna have to deal with that guy.

Angelo: Yeah, well, I been telling Bobby that, that the day is now, but, no, you know, he's too... he's too busy worrying about what Brittany’s gonna say, like, (imitates Brittany) "you can't hurt my Daddy. Please, don't hurt my Daddy."

Sal: So? I'm not Marsino. I don't have that issue.

Angelo: (Normal voice) well, where do I sign up, man? Look here, I'm in.

Sal: You let me handle this.

Angelo: You sure?

Sal: Yeah. Listen, I get points for handling things. Besides, you know who likes it when he doesn't have to get involved, you know?

Angelo: Yeah, well, you better hurry up, because this Hodges, he wants this place closed down like last week.

Sal: I'm on it, Ange, huh? Don't worry.

Angelo: Oh, I sure would like to get my knuckles into that banker's teeth, Sal.

Sal: You let the specialist handle that, compare, all right? You, you gotta have nice hands, working in front of the public like you do.

Angelo: Yeah. Just as long as you guess... you know, that I'm not going soft, okay?

Sal: Of course not. You're just getting sharp in your old age.

Angelo: Yeah, right. Uh, listen, I gotta go. I gotta go get some supplies.

Sal: Yeah, listen, I'm outta here, too. But you know, I may drop by tonight, hear the blonde sing. Who knows? Maybe her crazy old man will show up and try and stir up some trouble.

Angelo: Yeah, well, I hope so. 'Cause when the stuff goes down on Hodges, I wanna be there watching everything.

Sal: Later, Ange.

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Ashley: Where is she? I want to talk to her.

Brad: Ash...

Ashley: Is she in the kitchen? Don't try and protect her, Brad. Why are you looking at me like that?

Brad: I thought you were sleeping.

Ashley: No, I'm too upset to sleep. Who the hell does she think she is anyway?

Brad: Who are you talking about?

Ashley: Nikki, of course. How dare she come in here and try to intimidate me. Doesn't she realize that I just lost a child?

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(Door opens and closes)

Victor: Is that you?

Nikki: Who else would it be?

Victor: You all right?

Nikki: Not really. When were you gonna tell me?

Victor: When was I gonna tell you what?

Nikki: Oh, please, don't play dumb with me.

Victor: What do you mean, don't play dumb with you? You're upset with me so often these days, I don't know what the hell I've done now.

Nikki: I found out about your visit to Ashley.

Victor: Oh, did you? Did you also find out that it was at Brad Carlton’s invitation that I went there?

Nikki: Oh, yes, because his catatonic wife only responds to you, your name.

Victor: That happens to be true. I saw it and heard it with my own eyes and ears.

Nikki: Why didn't you tell me about it?

Victor: Because I haven't seen you since.

Nikki: And I suppose if I hadn't brought it up right now, you would have offered that on your own.

Victor: Of course I wouldn't have offered it on my own, because I damn well know it would have upset you, as it obviously has.

Nikki: Don't you think I have a right to be upset?

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J.T.: Brittany, why are you being so stubborn? Everyone who knows you, everyone who cares about you is telling you the exact same thing that that place is no good for you.

Brittany: Are you finished? Can I drink my coffee in peace now?

J.T.: Your coffee's cold, and you're being really stupid right now. Unless...

Brittany: Unless what?

J.T.: Unless this isn't about you being stubborn or hard of hearing.

Brittany: Did it ever occur to you that I don't feel like bailing on my job because I like it?

J.T.: Yeah, yeah, but that's the thing, Brittany. You don't like it.

Brittany: Oh, I forgot. You're the expert on how I feel.

J.T.: You know, I really, really hope I'm wrong about why you're staying there. It's Bobby, isn't it? Mr. Slick-- you got something for him, don't you?

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Bobby: I put everything in just like it says. I hit enter, I got nothing. What?

Raul: It can't hear you.

Bobby: I'll tell you, if I didn't pay so much for this damn thing, I'd throw it across the room right now. It's playing games with me.

Raul: You've got to talk to it the way it understands. You push one wrong key on that thing, and the whole thing, well...

Bobby: No, I followed the instructions. I put everything in just like it says. I hit enter and nothing.

Raul: You think you did. Believe me, I know how you feel. Everybody does. What are you trying to do?

Bobby: Just trying to do my books.

Raul: You keep your own books?

Bobby: Yeah, I do now. I had to fire the freak that was doing 'em before.

Raul: You know, I could help.

Bobby: You know computers?

Raul: I do, and I'm a business major.

Bobby: Yeah, well, that doesn't do much for me. I mean, you straighten this out today; tomorrow I'm still back in the soup.

Raul: No, no, Bobby, I mean I'll be your bookkeeper, you know? A job. I'll work here for you.

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Kay: So you're not going to let me drink myself to death?

Jill: No.

Kay: Tell me something, if I make up my mind to do this, how are you going to stop me?

Jill: I have no earthly idea, but I am not giving up on you no matter how impossible you become.

Kay: This is such an irony. My God, when I was trying my damnedest to be so conciliatory, I got nowhere with you. Now that I'm this incorrigible drunk, I mean, you can't do enough for me.

Jill: You are not an incorrigible drunk, all right? You may be acting like one. Or maybe, maybe this is all for show.

Kay: What do you mean "for show"?

Jill: Yeah, you're punishing me for being such a bad girl, for driving you to this.

Kay: You're such an egocentric woman. My God, it’s... oh, God, this is not about you!

Jill: So let me see. What did you think I'd do? Stay up nights crying?

Kay: Oh, I don't care what you stay up nights doing!

Jill: I don't believe that.

Kay: Believe it! Believe it!

Jill: You know what I think? I think that a lot of horrible things happened. That's true, 'cause I heard what you said about the house and about how the sledgehammers tore you up, but I don't think that your drinking is about any of that. I think it's an excuse. I think for years you've been looking for a reason to fall off the wagon. You just found one, and you're reveling in it.

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Victor: Why don't I have Miguel fix you a cup of chamomile tea? It might calm you down.

Nikki: I don't need to calm down. Will you please not patronize me?

Victor: Who the hell is patronizing you? You're overreacting.

Nikki: Oh, yeah, that's me-- the queen of overreaction.

Victor: I cannot begin to tell you how tired I am of hearing you and Jack Abbott and Brad Carlton saying the same thing. Ashley is very sick. I seem to be the only one to elicit a response from her. I want to help her.

Nikki: You can't help her. Why don't you see that? Your involvement is not appreciated by Brad, given your history with his wife.

Victor: If the situation were reversed, and you were in her shoes and were in trouble, and if I knew Brad Carlton could help you, I wouldn't mind asking him for help.

Nikki: You just... you just don't understand this.

Victor: No, what I don't understand is your strong, negative reaction. What the hell's the matter with you? She's very ill. Where's your compassion?

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Brad: Please, come sit down.

Ashley: I don't want to sit down. Stop treating me like I'm an invalid.

Brad: I never meant to do that.

Ashley: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Brad: You don't have to apologize. You're not yourself. I understand.

Ashley: I'm not myself?

Brad: You've been through so much.

Ashley: What's wrong with me? Tell me what's wrong with me.

Brad: I can’t. I don't understand it myself. Some kind of depression.

Ashley: You mean, like a postpartum thing?

Brad: I would guess that's part of it.

Ashley: Just part of it?

Brad: It's not just the baby, Ash. There's more. You've been through so much. The mind can be very tricky. Sometimes things happen, and there isn't a name for them. We just know things aren't as they should be.

Ashley: Okay, okay, okay, but is it true, what Nikki said?

Brad: She said a lot of things.

Ashley: Yeah, but am I only responding to Victor's name? Was that the truth? Oh, God, it is the truth.

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Brittany: You are so out of your mind.

J.T.: No, no, I don't think so.

Brittany: What, you think I'm in love with Bobby? Please.

J.T.: Well, then why else would you be hanging around a sleazy strip club with its sleazy owners, huh?

Brittany: You want to see my bank statements?

J.T.: But that's just it. You've got a stash saved up, Brittany. You don't have to keep stripping, and I know you don't like it. Why don't you just take your time, find a classier job? Or hell, go back to school, you know? You could pay for it in cash. You'd never have to ask your parents for money again.

Brittany: Wow, you just have my whole life planned out for me, don't you?

J.T.: Well, I've got it figured out, what the big draw over at Marsino's is. It doesn't take a genius, Brittany, that's for damn sure.

Brittany: Yeah, and I suppose next you're gonna go to Raul and tell him about your stupid theory. Well, I'm warning you right now, J.T., if you do, I will personally kill you. I will take that guitar of yours, and I will wrap it around your neck, and I will tie a knot with it, so don't you dare.

J.T.: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, looks like I hit a button. So what is it, Brittany? Is Raul like the sweet guy that treats you like gold, and Bobby's all hot and dangerous, is that it?

Brittany: Shut up!

J.T.: That may work in a chick flick, but it doesn't work in real life, Brittany. People get hurt, and I'm not just talking about romantically either, especially when you're mixed up with these jerks we're talking about.

Brittany: I gotta go to work.

J.T.: Hey, you know I'm right.

Brittany: I've got two words for you, J.T.-- Shove it.

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Bobby: Yeah, you working here, right. And I'm gonna be selling bicycles. What do you want, anyways? Brittany's not here.

Raul: No, but she's gonna be.

Bobby: Oh, she is? So you're clairvoyant now? Kid, I ain't got time for this. I got stuff to do.

Raul: Fred Hodges is a problem, isn't he?

Bobby: Look, I'm mad enough with this computer. I don't need to go there with Fred Hodges.

Raul: Bobby, I know you would never do anything to hurt Brittany, and that includes hurting her father.

Bobby: They don't seem so close.

Raul: But still... come on, man.

Bobby: All right, fine. I talked to Angelo. We're gonna play it straight with him.

Raul: Yeah? Even if he shuts down your line of credit?

Bobby: How do you know about that? The old man told you.

Raul: The point is that you just, you can’t...

Bobby: No, what is the point? What's this got to do with bookkeeping? What, do you want to work here so you can keep a baseball bat under the desk in case Hodges comes in here and someone tries to take his head off?

Raul: Okay, so you're admitting that it could happen.

Bobby: I told Angelo to leave him alone.

Raul: Does Angelo do everything you tell him to do?

Bobby: You don't worry about Angelo.

Raul: But you can't watch out for her all the time, can you? And, yeah, you know what? If Fred Hodges does come back, I mean, you don't know what he's gonna pull next. Some of your clients here are society types, you know? And do we know that Fred Hodges isn't gonna come in here with some newspaper photographer or something? It could start a riot.

Bobby: Yeah, kid, keep cheering me up.

Raul: No matter what's going on here, no matter how much stuff you have to deal with, there's always gonna be somebody here looking out for Brittany, and your books will get done.

Bobby: (Sighs) I don't even want to know how to use this thing.

Raul: Right and why should you?

Bobby: All right, look, kid, I'll tell you what. I'll try you out for a week or two, okay? Don't quit your day job. As soon as Hodges realizes he isn't God and things get back to normal, I'm gonna get a real bookkeeper.

Raul: That's fair enough.

Bobby: You really care about Brittany, huh?

Raul: You're damn right I do, and so do you.

Bobby: All right, all right, we'll do this.

Raul: All right, pay me what you were paying the other guy. That's fine.

Bobby: No, $10 an hour. Take it or leave it.

Raul: All right.

Bobby: And it's temporary.

Raul: I got that.

Bobby: I gotta be nuts.

Raul: I'll see you later, boss.

Bobby: College boy-- just what I need. What the hell you looking at?

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Kay: Oh, I think you have it backwards, Jill. I was looking for a reason to stay on the wagon. Now I fear there is none.

Jill: I'll bet you're fascinated, so curious to see what my next move will be.

Kay: Oh, this isn't a game, Jill.

Jill: Not to me.

Kay: Certainly not to me.

Jill: Okay, so the swords have been drawn, and the duel is about to begin.

Kay: Oh, I think it already has.

Jill: Are we talking about you and me?

Kay: No, I'm talking about me personally-- staying sober versus not.

Jill: Oh, don't tell me that it's too hard a fight one more time! If you feel that way, why don't you--

Kay: Don't presume to tell me how I feel now.

Jill: Okay, okay, I'll tell you how I feel. I want us to be together. I want you to stay in this home.

Kay: You walked out on me earlier!

Jill: I came back, didn't I? Because I will not let you drive me away. Now go ahead and try. It's not gonna be easy.

Kay: You can't make me stay here!

Jill: Oh, you don't want to leave here! This old mausoleum is your whole life! Will you please admit it? You were miserable in that hotel. Stop fighting it.

Kay: I admit to nothing, Jill, I admit to nothing!

Jill: Okay. Okay, Mother, you suit yourself.

Jill: My God, there's not a trace of alcohol in this glass. That Arthur, he kept you from drinking. Maybe there's hope for you yet.

Jill: I'll see you in the morning. You have a pleasant evening, okay?

Kay: You can't control me, Jill! You can't control me, Jill. (Sobbing)

Kay: If I want a drink... oh, God, oh, God, I want a drink.

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Ashley: How can you stand to be around me?

Brad: What are you talking about?

Ashley: This must be a nightmare for you.

Brad: I just want you to get well.

Ashley: You think I will?

Brad: I'm praying for that, Ash.

Ashley: Yeah, but, Brad, prayers aren't always answered.

Brad: I know.

Ashley: Why was she here again?

Brad: Nikki?

Ashley: I don't like her.

Brad: I can understand that.

Ashley: She wasn't very nice.

Brad: No, she wasn’t.

Ashley: I don't think she's a very nice person.

Brad: She's under a great deal of stress, Ash.

Ashley: I wonder what Victor sees in her. (Picture crashes on floor)

Brad: Ash? Ash?

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Nikki: I'm sorry. I guess it's the shock of hearing it from someone else.

Victor: Mm-hmm. I think it's more than that.

Nikki: What do you mean?

Victor: I've talked to Olivia Winters. She told me that things are going on with Ashley Abbott that I have not been informed about.

Nikki: Oh, really?

Victor: Uh-huh. You know what this is about?

Nikki: Um, no. I don't know. Maybe she's speaking as a doctor, referring to Ashley’s medical condition.

Victor: No, I don't think it has anything to do with that.

Nikki: Well, I have no idea.

Victor: I think you do.

Nikki: What, are you accusing me of lying?

Victor: I think you're hiding something from me.

Nikki: That's ridiculous.

Victor: Then why are you so against me wanting to help Ashley Abbott?

Nikki: Look, if I don't want you to see Ashley, it's because I can't ignore the past.

Victor: Meaning what?

Nikki: Let's be honest, okay? The two of you have found your way back to each other more than once.

Victor: Oh, that's what this is about. You think Ashley and I have found each other again and decided to just run off together, is that it?

Nikki: No. No.

Victor: Why don't you want me to help her?

Nikki: Well, Victor, in case you haven't noticed, our family is a little unstable right now.

Victor: No kidding.

Nikki: I mean, maybe I am overemotional, but I thought that you and I had finally gotten to a point where we could deal with each other again, and your future, our future, is very uncertain.

Victor: And you think my plate is full enough already.

Nikki: More than enough. You certainly don't need to take on Ashley’s problems.

Victor: I can't argue with you.

Nikki: Well, then just, please, stay out of it, Victor. For everybody's sake, just leave Ashley’s recovery to Brad and to her doctors.

Victor: My wanting to help Ashley will become moot very soon anyway.

Nikki: What do you mean?

Victor: There's something gonna happen that I should tell you about.

Nikki: What? What is it?

Victor: I'm walking into the courtroom tomorrow-- tomorrow morning. I'm gonna plead guilty to all charges against me.

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