Wednesday Y&R Transcript 4/21/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 4/21/04 -- Canada, Tuesday 4/22/04 -- U.S.A.

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

(Knock on door)

Phyllis: Coming! (Knock)

Phyllis: Okay, relax. (Knock)

Phyllis: Stop that. Hey! Oh, my, Drucilla.

Dru: Phyllis.

Phyllis: Yes?

Dru: Surprised to see me?

Phyllis: Actually, no, because I knew it was only a matter of time until you came knocking on Damonís and my door.

Dru: Your door?

Phyllis: Yes.

Dru: You are a hootenanny, honey.

Phyllis: Aren't I, aren't I? Eat your heart out, because I'm queen bee now.


Damon: Am I interrupting?

Ashley: No, no, not at all. I'm just daydreaming.

Damon: May I?

Damon: What a lovely picture.

Ashley: Thanks.

Damon: And this would be... um, I was told. Abby.

Ashley: Right, when she was a baby.

Damon: She's a beautiful child.

Ashley: Thanks, she is.

Damon: And I couldn't help noticing how you were looking at that, so much love. I couldn't help but envy you just a little bit.

Ashley: Oh, really?

Damon: Yeah, see, I've never been fated to have that-- a happy marriage, a family of my own. Though I've... well, I've often thought about what it would be like. That, uh... well, that deep connection of sharing a child with someone, it's gotta be, well, just unimaginable.

Ashley: So I take it that you're here to see Brad?


Jill: I'm serious. I want the two of us to spend some qual--

Kay: Quality time together. Yes, yes, Jill, I heard you.

Jill: Well, it is what mothers and daughter do.

Kay: Uh, did Arthur, by any chance, put you up to this?

Jill: He may have suggested it, but I am the one who's running with it.

Kay: Well, don't do me any favors.

Jill: I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to provoke me into an argument, but it's not gonna work, 'cause you and I are going to have a wonderful time doing something fun.

Kay: Well, I can't fathom what that could possibly be.

Jill: Which brings me to my surprise.

Kay: Oh, well, you bought me a gift.

Jill: Yes, I did, and I bought myself one, too. Go ahead, open it. It's not gonna explode.


J.T.: You're right, Shiloh. I should talk to Colleen. I need to be honest with her about what could happen.

Shiloh: And speaking of Colleen...

J.T.: Oh, hey, I thought you were studying at the library.

Colleen: Uh, yeah, I changed my mind. What's going on?

J.T.: Check this out. Shiloh just gave it to me.

Colleen: Wow, is this your song?

J.T.: Yeah, pretty cool, huh? My very first single

Colleen: J.T., that's great.

J.T.: Here, have a seat.

Colleen: Oh, that's okay. I don't want to interrupt.

J.T.: You're not. We're just talking about some stuff. Here, I'll grab a chair. Have a seat.

Colleen: So, um, how long are you in town?

Shiloh: Oh, I'm just going back to L.A. tonight.

Colleen: Wow, you came all the way here to deliver a cd?

Shiloh: Yeah, well, what can I say? I wanted to give my guy the personal touch.


Angelo: So what do you think?

Bobby: Eh, she's okay. She's gotta put more into it.

Angelo: She's gotta put more into it.

Bobby: Give her a week. See how she does.

Angelo: All right, I'll give her a week.

Neil: Excuse me, I'm looking for Bobby Marsino.

Bobby: That's me.

Neil: Neil. Neil Winters.

Bobby: How you doing, Neil?

Neil: Fine. You've got a nice place.

Bobby: Yeah, thanks. Uh, what can I do for you? You need a drink?

Neil: No, no thanks. I'm go.. um, I wanted to talk to you about the night that Brittany Hodges was hurt.

Bobby: Oh, you a cop?

Neil: No.

Bobby: You insurance?

Neil: No, listen, Mr. Marsino, I want to talk to you about Kevin Fisher. I was hoping that maybe we could compare notes.


Lauren: Michael, let me ask you a question. Are preliminary hearings always so brief?

Michael: Well, when the defendant doesn't show, you bet they are. I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on company.

Lauren: We probably shouldn't have forced ourselves on poor Michael.

Paul: Yeah, poor Michael. Look, you two, what we need to focus on is how we can get Kevin back here to face trial.

Michael: Look, I already promised Lauren that I would pay back the $100,000 if the bail deposit is forfeit, all right?

Paul: Hey, we've got 30 days. I mean, yeah, they'll revoke Kevinís bail, but at least the court will return Laurenís deposit.

Michael: Look, I know how it works, Paul.

Paul: So what are you saying? You're okay with dumping 100 grand? I mean, you and I both know sooner or later they will find Kevin. If it's later, the difference is you're going to be spending a good portion of your time paying off a very big loan.

Michael: Oh, suddenly Mr. Williams is all concerned about the state of my finances.

Paul: No, not really. I was trying to appeal to your pocketbook. Money or no money, we still have to find Kevin.

Lauren: Yeah, but you yourself said that we don't have the resources for that.

Michael: But the police do. But why should they rush about it? It's like you said, event-- (doorbell rings)

Michael: I'll get that.

Michael: Oh, look who it is. Constable Weber, we were just talking about you, sort of.


Kay: What? What on earth?

Jill: Uh, the sales clerk at Fenmoreís had your sizes on file.

Kay: Well, it's an English riding outfit.

Jill: Yes, it is. I got one, too, and I got you blue because of your eyes. Aren't they adorable?

Kay: Yes, it's just the look that I'm going with this year.

Jill: Come on, Katherine, I have been racking my brain trying to think of an activity that we'd both enjoy, and then it hit me, horseback riding.

Kay: It's terribly sweet, Jill.

Jill: I'm not taking no for an answer.

Kay: Don't you understand? It's nighttime out there already.

Jill: I know that, Katherine, but first thing in the morning, we are up and on those trails. Okay, so why don't you change? And I will do the same. And then we can see how smashing we both look in our new outfits.

Kay: But--

Jill: No, no, no, I am getting you out of this house, all right?

Kay: I'm not sure that I'm up for this.

Jill: The sunshine and the outside fresh air will do us both good. Come on, chop-chop. Come on, I can't wait to see how you look.

Kay: Shh. Shh.


Damon: Did I say something wrong?

Ashley: Why would you think that?

Damon: Well, we were talking about family. Well, I was.

Ashley: No, you said nothing wrong at all, and I'll tell Brad that you stopped by.

Damon: But I didn't stop by to see Brad.

Ashley: Well, then why are you here in his office?

Damon: I wanted to speak with you, but you weren't at your desk, and this was the next logical place to look.

Ashley: Speak with me about what? Or do I already know the answer to that?

Damon: I suspect you do.

Ashley: Damon, you know where I stand on the hair-straightening research.

Damon: Jack is right there with you. Were you aware of that?

Ashley: Since when?

Damon: It's a fairly recent development.

Ashley: I see.

Damon: And I wanted to tell you now, so we could be open and aboveboard.

Ashley: Yeah, um, Jack was adamant about that project going through. What changed his mind?

Damon: I'm sure he has his reasons, just as I have mine for wanting to see it through to fruition.

Ashley: I know you believe it's some kind of a miraculous breakthrough. I got that.

Damon: May we speak as colleagues?

Ashley: I thought we were.

Damon: No, no, no, colleagues in the lab, fellow scientists, like-minded and curious.

Ashley: Oh, are you still gonna try to convince me at this late date?

Damon: I'd like to speak my mind on the matter, yes, setting aside all politics and budgets and every other damn thing that's gonna stand in the way of creativity, of getting at the truth.

Ashley: Wow, you're sounding pretty lofty. This is a cosmetics company, remember.

Damon: Perhaps, but all research is founded on the same principles, is it not? I mean, even if there are profits at stake. In fact, it seems to me, it's more critical than ever when a company's in trouble. R&D and innovation, they're the first things to get cut, which is always a big mistake. The panic thinking...

Ashley: Okay, okay, okay, all right. Summarize your findings. You've got five minutes.

Damon: And if I make a good case?

Ashley: The clock is ticking, Damon.


Dru: You certainly are the queen "bee." Let me just say this. Aren't you being a bit presumptuous, Phyllis?

Phyllis: Oh, presumptuous? I don't think so. I kinda like it. It has a lot of benefits.

Dru: Oh, yeah, yeah. Um, if I were you, I wouldn't get too used to those benefits.

Phyllis: Oh, really? Hmm, well, Damon doesn't seem to mind.

Dru: I mind.

Phyllis: Last time I checked you were married.

Dru: So are you, married to Jack, in case you'd forgotten.

Phyllis: Let's not bring Jack into this.

Dru: No, letís. You should see his face, Phyllis. You should see the look in his eyes every time he realizes you've just moved on.

Phyllis: Listen, that-- that is not my fault. You have no idea how hard I fought for that marriage.

Dru: Thank God ya lost. You don't deserve Jack Abbott. You definitely don't deserve Damon Porter.

Phyllis: Why are you here, Drucilla? And I want to know the real reason. Do not tell me it's because of Jack.


Colleen: Wow, I can't believe you actually have a cd.

Shiloh: Oh, it's not just a cd. It's the first of J.T.'s many hits.

J.T.: Shiloh...

Shiloh: What, am I embarrassing you again?

J.T.: Yeah, a little.

Shiloh: Well, get used to it. Colleen, you really gotta do something about your boyfriend. He's much too humble. Oh, gosh, look at the time. I gotta go, or I'll miss my flight.

J.T.: Well, thanks for coming all this way. I know it was a pain, but I really appreciate it.

Shiloh: Hey, don't mention it. I'll call you with any news, okay?

J.T.: All right, cool.

Shiloh: All right. Bye, Colleen. See ya.

J.T.: See you later. Have a safe flight.

Shiloh: Okay.

J.T.: She's cool, huh?

Colleen: I can't believe you actually have a cd.

J.T.: Yeah, I know. I can't either.

Colleen: Well, does this mean that youíre single's gonna be out soon?

J.T.: I have no idea.

Colleen: Well, what are you hoping?

J.T.: You mean, in my wildest dreams? I don't know, that the cd becomes a hit. You know, I get to record an album.

Colleen: Yeah, it doesn't sound so impossible.

J.T.: Well, I know the chances are pretty slim.

Colleen: Shiloh doesn't seem to think so.

J.T.: Well, Shiloh is a little biased.

Colleen: But that's what you'd like, right, to become a big star?

J.T.: Well, yeah, sure. It'd be a dream come true. Why are you asking me all this, Colleen?


Bobby: So your kid was the one he messed with?

Neil: Yeah, yeah, you heard about that, did you?

Bobby: Yeah. Well, word had it that he fooled around with an underage girl. That's part of the reason why I got rid of him. Now if I had known what he was capable of, I wouldn't have just fired him.

Neil: So are you pretty sure that he was the one who set up Brittany to be electrocuted?

Bobby: Yeah, it all fits. I mean, he thought that she got him fired. Brittany was the one that told me that he was a perv, and he was mad as hell at me. And, you know, Fisher-- he ain't the type of guy to take me on face-to-face. I don't know what evidence the cops have, but it was enough to arrest him. That's good enough for me.

Neil: So then he was here during the time it would have taken him to wire up the booby trap?

Bobby: I didn't see him. Ange, you told the cops you saw Fisher the day that Brittany got burned, right?

Angelo: Whoa, you another cop?

Bobby: His daughter was the one that Fisher messed around with.

Angelo: Oh, yeah, I saw him here.

Neil: Can you give me a precise time?

Angelo: Come on. This guy, he's a cop.

Neil: No, no, I'm not. I'm just curious.

Bobby: Ange, do not give the guy a hard time.

Angelo: Look at, you know, I don't know. Like I said before, I didn't write it all down. It seemed to me the kid came here, what, an hour or two after Bobby fired him. Could have stayed here as much as an hour. Somewhere between, I don't know, 10 in the morning, 2 in the afternoon. Look, hey, I got beer warming up out back.

Bobby: The beer can wait. I'm sorry. Is there anything else?

Neil: Uh, one more question. What about that night? Did either of you see him hanging around?

Bobby: Nah.

Angelo: No.

Bobby: But he could have come in the back door. See, we gotta leave it unlocked when we're open. It's part of a fire code. You know, there's no reason to go back there unless there's something the matter with the juice or the water heater. So he must have come in that way, went into the utility room. He flipped a switch. You know, this Fisher kid, he trained to be an electrician.

Neil: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard about that. Um, listen, thanks. Thanks for your information. I appreciate it, Mr. Marsino.

Bobby: Sure, just call me Bobby.

Angelo: Don't mention it.

Angelo: What was that all about?

Bobby: Come on, Ange, can't you see the guy's all torn up about what happened to his kid?

Angelo: So why does he come asking questions about what happened here? I mean, that's got nothing to do with his kid.

Bobby: Whatever. Maybe it did, maybe it didnít. Look, we got work to do.


Hank: I have a warrant for Kevin Fisher's arrest.

Michael: Yes, Detective, I'm sure you do. Um, he skipped bail. He didn't show at his prelim. What, you think I'm hiding him under the sofa?

Hank: He's supposed to be staying here.

Michael: Yes, right up until he took off.

Hank: You mind if I look around?

Michael: Of course I do, but I recognize your right to call me a liar when I say my brother's not here. Knock yourself out.

Hank: Thank you.

Paul: Hello, Hank.

Hank: Paul, Miss Fenmore.

Lauren: Hi.

Lauren: Well, he didn't waste any time.

Paul: No.

Michael: The good guys take it very personally when the bad guys don't play by the rules, you know? Oh, what, no dice? Look, Detective Weber, we want to find him, too.

Hank: I don't believe that.

Michael: Really? Why not?

Hank: Because I believe you know where he is, maybe all of you. You folks had better not obstruct me in doing my duty to serve this warrant, or you'll be in a world of hurt.


Damon: Now that I've isolated the key enzyme, we move on to phase two-- cataloguing its properties, all by the book, for the regulation folks. Meantime, however, I have leapt ahead a little. I have created a synthesized batch of product based on the orchid's natural components.

Ashley: What about Vanessa Lerner? Where does her research stand?

Damon: Well, to the best of my knowledge, nowhere. She was working with natural plant extract, nothing synthesized. Ashley, up till now, there's been very little strain on the company's resources other than my time.

Ashley: And how long do you think that will continue to be the case?

Damon: Well, you know the process as well as I do. If we move into any large-scale testing...

Ashley: But we're not there yet.

Damon: All I'm asking for is the opportunity to see how close we can get. Is this is a silver bullet, or isn't it?

Ashley: You love that phrase, don't you?

Damon: (Laughs) well, if the Madame would prefer, say, holy grail?

Ashley: You are very persuasive, Damon. You really are.

Damon: Oh, my. Does that mean you'll allow me to continue?

Ashley: Well...

Jack: Just won't take no for an answer, will you?

Damon: Hi, Jack.

Jack: Thought you'd go behind my back, get a different answer?

Damon: Ashley was kind enough to hear me out.

Jack: Damon already tell you how I feel about this?

Ashley: Mm-hmm. He sure did.

Jack: Exactly how much did Damon tell you?

Damon: I didn't mention Phyllis, if that's what you're asking.

Jack: It isnít. Why don't you run along, Damon? I got things to discuss with my sister.

Damon: (Whispers) pardon me.


Dru: This has everything to do with Jack.

Phyllis: Oh, give me a break. You don't care about Jack. You care about yourself and your agenda, whatever that is.

Dru: My agenda has to do with your husband and his company.

Phyllis: Oh, yeah, this is about the hair-straightening project.

Dru: Damon has a big mouth. Yeah, the hair-straightening product that Jack ripped off the table when he found out you had jungle fever.

Phyllis: Oh, jungle fever? Oh, really? That was a business decision.

Dru: A business decision he made after he witnessed you holding Damonís hand at the Athletic Club, thank you very much.

Phyllis: Well, I think that he just realized what Ashley already knew. That this project was a money pit, and there was no way Jabot would be able to handle that, especially after Jack turned down Victor's extremely, extremely generous offer.

Dru: We were working on it. This was gonna revolutionize the whole hair-care industry.

Phyllis: Blah, blah, blah, blah. Jeez, that's what I keep on hearing. Where are the results?

Dru: We woulda had 'em for you if you hadn't derailed us. Now Damon and I, we don't even know if we have a job anymore, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Oh, that's right, that's right. That's what it is. You're afraid you're not gonna have a job. You're afraid you're gonna be standing in the unemployment line.

Dru: Oh, that'll be the day. This is about saving a company, or don't you care?

Phyllis: You have no idea how much I care.

Damon: Then why are you playing footsies with Damon if you care about Jack?

Phyllis: Why are you married to Neil when you know that he works for a company that's hell-bent on destroying Jabot?

Dru: I love Neil. You don't love Damon. You're on the rebound.

Phyllis: My marriage is over. I'm movin' on.

Dru: Movin' on how, ruining Jack's career, ruining his company, not caring about Damonís career, putting people out of work? I mean, you tell me.

Phyllis: Wait a second, his career? What are you talking about? You're throwing accusations at me. You're going off about stuff you don't know about, and all I keep on hearing you say is Damon, Damon, Damon, Damon. Why all this tremendous interest in my Damon Porter?


(Bangs crop)

Jill: Mother, you look magnificent.

Kay: Rather chic, is it not?

Jill: You look very chic. We're gonna have a blast tomorrow.

Kay: You really want me to go riding with me?

Jill: I'm really looking forward to it, yeah.

Kay: Well, don't expect too much. I mean, I am, ooh, rusty.

Jill: Oh, let me just fix your catcher here a little.

Kay: (Sighs)

Jill: I don't believe it. I donít... you just couldn't wait, could you?

Kay: What?

Jill: You had a drink while you were upstairs changing.

Kay: Oh, Jill, now don't start!

Jill: You did, Katherine. You went up to your room, and you had one of your hidden bottles, and you just started drowning your imaginary sorrows, didn't you? Why, Katherine? Do you know I am desperately searching for a way to bond with you? Why do you ruin everything? Do you hate the idea of spending time with me so much that you have to numb yourself with booze?

Kay: I only took a sip, a sip.

Jill: That's not the point. That's not the p-- how stupid... how stupid am I to think that if I tried to be nice to you, it would change anything? 'Cause you're a drunk. You're just a cheap lush who doesn't want to be anything else.

Kay: Those are very cruel words.

Jill: Yeah, well, the truth hurts, doesn't it?And my poor father, oh, my God, he is so hopeful that you're gonna pull yourself together. He just keeps saying to me, "we gotta be patient with her; we gotta be patient with her." Well, you know what? I'm out of patience. You are so selfish. You're so selfish, you won't even give the three of us a chance at being a real family. You disgust me.


Colleen: Thanks, Trev.

J.T.: Colleen, what is it? You're not still upset, are you?

Colleen: About what?

J.T.: About not being able to go to L.A. with me.

Colleen: No, it's not that.

J.T.: But something is wrong.

Colleen: I'm really proud of you, J.T.

J.T.: Okay.

Colleen: No, I mean it. Look how far you've come. I mean, everything you've done.

J.T.: It's all because of you, Colleen.

Colleen: No. I mean, yeah, I pushed you in the beginning. But you are incredibly talented. You are gonna be famous. I just know it.

J.T.: Hey, you been hanging around Shiloh too much, I think.

Colleen: No, I'm serious. If you work really hard, great things are gonna happen for you. I-I really do believe that.

J.T.: Well, thanks. It means a lot.

Colleen: Um, there's something I want you to know.

J.T.: What is it?

Colleen: If there ever comes a time where you need to make a choice between your music and me--

J.T.: Oh, no, Colleen, what are you talking about? That's not gonna happen.

Colleen: It might.

J.T.: No, it's not.

Colleen: Look, we don't know what the future could hold. You know, you could be in L.A. for a long time, and I'll be stuck here.

J.T.: So we'll have to spend a little more time apart than we'd like. Couples do that all the time. It's not that big a deal.

Colleen: I don't want you to miss out on anything because of me. This is a great time for you and I want you to experience it all.

J.T.: And I will. I will, Colleen. Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

Colleen: Well, I do worry. I just think maybe we should, um--

J.T.: Colleen, what? No, don't--donít. Don't finish that.

Colleen: Why?

J.T.: Remember that surprise I mentioned earlier? I need to give it to you. I think it'll make you see things differently. Come on.


Michael: (Laughs) "world of hurt"? Oh, man. Oh, Hank, Hank, Hank, you're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you're planning to threaten us.

Hank: Mr. Baldwin, obstruction of justice is a punishable offense. If that threatens you...

Paul: Oh, come on. Don't you think you're being just a little heavy-handed?

Hank: What I think is we tried making nice with Kevin Fisher.

Michael: Wait, "we," "we"? Who's "we"?

Lauren: We're all on the same page. We want Kevin to come back and stand trial. And eventually, he will be caught. And believe me, if we knew where he was, we'd be there, bringing him back.

Hank: I hope that's true.

Michael: You know, Hank, the problem with being on the force for so long, after a few years, you just start assuming people are lying. That's not good. It leads to faulty judgments.

Hank: Thanks for the tip, Mr. Baldwin. I'll be on my way. Paul, Ms. Fenmore. Call me if you hear from your defendant.

Michael: You're the first on my list. Let me get that.

Hank: No, I got it.

Lauren: Well, wasn't he a breath of fresh air? (Sighs) okay, I gotta get back to work.

Paul: All right. Why don't I walk you to your car?

Lauren: Michael, let's just hope to God Kevin sees the wisdom in coming back and facing the music.

Michael: Yeah, let's do.

Lauren: (Sighs)

Paul: Call me if you hear anything. All right.

Lauren: Thanks.


Neil: Eddie, thanks for coming right over.

Eddie: No problem. I wasn't far away. What's up? Did you read that activity log I left with you?

Neil: Yeah, I did, in great detail.

Eddie: Most clients donít.

Neil: You know, Eddie, I have to admit, I just couldn't believe there wasn't something incriminating in there somewhere.

Eddie: Like I told you before, a lot of guys clean up their act, especially right after doing a crime, on the off chance they're being watched.

Neil: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can understand that.

Eddie: So what's the occasion? Something you want to go over? I hope you're satisfied with the work I did for you.

Neil: Not exactly. I mean, I look at the document that you left me, and it's clear that you and your people are very good. You've accounted for every second of Fisher's days and nights. And that's why I'm having a problem.


Ashley: What was that all about, between you and Damon?

Jack: We'll talk about that later. Right now, I want to know if you went through with it.

Ashley: Went through with what, Jack?

Jack: What do you think? Did you tell Victor about Abby

Ashley: No, I did not.

Jack: Thank God. Sis, it would have been a mistake.

Ashley: He found out from Abby.

Jack: What?

Ashley: Apparently, she saw the tape that I made when I wasn't sure I was gonna live to see her grow up.

Jack: Oh, my g-- and she told... how did this happen?

Ashley: Um, I don't know all the details.

Jack: Talk to me. How did this happen?

Ashley: I don't know! I wasn't there!

Jack: You weren't where? Come on, you have some clue.

Ashley: Look, I don't want to talk about this, okay? I mean it.

Jack: So you're telling me your 6-year-old daughter just found out that Brad really isn't her father?

Ashley: It's not how I wanted it to happen, Jack, okay?

Jack: I don't understand how you could be that careless.

Ashley: Oh, thank you so much.

Jack: Well, what the hell would you call it?

Ashley: You knew that I was gonna tell Victor.

Jack: Yeah, and?

Ashley: I was in my room alone watching the tape, okay? Trying to prepare myself. I thought Abby and Frances were at the park, damn it!

Jack: Well, obviously, you thought wrong.

Ashley: Just what the hell do you think you're going to accomplish by rubbing my face in this?

Jack: Okay, obviously, she walked in on you viewing this tape. How did her path cross with Victor's?

Ashley: At the Athletic Club. Colleen was watching her.

Jack: So Victor talked to her to--

Ashley: No, Abby blurted it out. I'm not even sure how much she understands.

Jack: Oh, God, that poor child. God, she's gotta be so confused.

Ashley: Okay, are you happy now? You know all the gory details! Are you happy?!

Jack: No, I don't know all of them. You haven't told me about Newmanís reaction. How did the great man handle this?


Phyllis: Well, you know, Drucilla, I think you're jealous.

Dru: Hmph.

Phyllis: I have Damon, and you donít.

Dru: Um, I'm not Damon Porter's type.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm.

Dru: I only have a professional interest in Damon Porter. And Jabot has a vested interest in him, so--

Phyllis: Oh, uh-huh. "Professional."

Dru: Professional, that's right, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Yeah, yeah, give me a break. You and Damon cavorting in the jungle before your-- let me tell ya-- wacky, wacky wedding in Japan, were you after something else besides a flower?

Dru: You know, you're starting to mess with my press and curl.

Phyllis: Oh, well, then maybe I should back off. I bet Neil would be very intrigued by our conversation right now.

Dru: You know what? Do not stir the pot where my marriage is concerned.

Phyllis: Why is that? I thought everything was perfect, and you had nothing to hide.

Dru: Everything is fine, everything is fine, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Why are you so jumpy? Why are you so jumpy? (Giggles) you know, I think if you were smart, you would leave before you said anything else incriminating, something that I could actually take to your loving, devoted husband. You're on my turf, sista.

Dru: Mm, mm, mm.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm. I don't like you on my turf. Like I said earlier, I'm queen bee now. And I intend to stay that way. You got it?

Dru: I got that you're stupid. And I got that you are gonna live to regret this, that you're gonna lose everything. And remember this, you heard it from me first. Step aside.


Mac: Guess I was hungry after all.

Kay: You heard, didn't you?

Mac: I couldn't help it.

Kay: Well, I'm sorry you had to be witness to all that.

Mac: Pretty clear Jill hasn't changed a bit. Still as mean and spiteful as ever.

Kay: Oh, come on, Mackenzie. Darling, how many times have I told you not to be harsh on her? She's simply trying to be nice. I mean, after all, take--take a look. She bought this lovely riding habit because she wanted to go riding with me. Now that was... that was a lovely gesture, was it not?

Mac: It's the words that come out of her mouth that bother me.

Kay: Jill is such a mouth. She doesn't mean half of the things that she says.

Mac: How can you stand up for her?

Kay: Because it's the truth. I must have been a... just a terrible disappointment, my goodness, blowing all those years of sobriety.

Mac: Okay, stop.

Kay: No, I just blew them for no reason.

Mac: Stop blaming yourself. Just stop blaming yourself. It was Jill who drove you back to drinking.

Kay: Sweetheart, I told you, she had nothing to do with it.

Mac: I know. You told me it wasn't Jillís fault. But when I hear the way she speaks to you and the way she treats you--

Kay: Darling, please, please, please, I beg you. I do not want you to become involved in this. Please, sweetheart.

Mac: Grandma, I love you. How can I not be involved? Now that witch had better watch her mouth, or she's gonna have me to deal with.

Kay: Yes, but you canít... don't you understand? You can't take all of this personally?

Mac: I do. From now on, I'm gonna be your guardian angel. So you better get used to it.


Jack: Victor finds out in the worst possible way that he has another child, that half the town's been lying to him for years?

Ashley: What do you want me to say, Jack? Victor was tickled pink.

Jack: I want you to give me a straight answer.

Ashley: He was... he was furious, and he felt betrayed. Are you finished grilling me?

Jack: Wait a minute, wait a minute. When you say, "he was furious," how furious? What does this mean for you and Abby? Talk to me!

Ashley: I don't know, Jack. I don't have a clue.

Jack: Well, what a great comfort to everyone concerned.

Ashley: Jack...

Jack: I can't believe you ever got it in your head to do this. You kept this secret for years. Now your marriage is up for grabs, your family, and for what, for your peace of mind? Is that what you feel now that Victor knows?!

Ashley: Stop tormenting me! I don't have any answers, Jack. I need your support right now, not some harangue about all the mistakes I've made in my life. Now back off!


Eddie: I don't see any gaps here.

Neil: I don't either. Must be tough, following a guy around all day, watching him walk into a building, then waiting for him to come out again.

Eddie: Mr. Winters, with all due respect, I hope you're not insinuating that my people would fill in a log entry carelessly or fraudulently.

Neil: A man's life depends on this.

Eddie: Don't you think I'm used to dealing in cases where everything's on the line? That log is a minute-by-minute account of Kevin Fisher's whereabouts where he could be observed, his activities from the first date to the last.

Neil: Okay, okay. Cool, cool. Um, humor me for a second, would you? Here, I got this page marked. Um, look, right here, see? All right, "subject enters Marsino's." Then later, "subject exits Marsino's, appears upset, walks to bus stop, bus is trailed. Subject gets off bus at Union Street, proceeds to apartment in the Brewery building." Then later, "he comes out once, walks to the corner, returns home." Then he doesn't come out again until later that night. Are you absolutely certain that this report right here is accurate?

Eddie: I'd stake my life on it.

Neil: You know, there's a witness at Marsino's club who says he saw Kevin there that day between 10 A.M. and 2 P.M. For at least an hour.

Eddie: Who said that?

Neil: A guy named Angelo. He's a bartender there.

Eddie: Mr. Winters, the man is a liar. He did not see Fisher at that time, because Mr. Fisher was not there at that time.


Lauren: Sierra, I'm so sorry. I thought I'd be back before now.

Sierra: Oh, it's not a problem, Ms. Fenmore.

Lauren: Were you busy at all?

Sierra: Actually, it was pretty slow. I stayed in back most of the time. There was a mountain of stuff to be tagged. Well, less of a mountain now.

Lauren: Thank you. I really appreciate it.

Sierra: You know, a couple of times, I thought I heard something out here. But I didn't see anyone.

Lauren: Really? You know, I probably shouldn't leave you here at night, then.

Sierra: Oh, it's okay. I wasn't afraid. It was probably just my imagination.

Lauren: Do you have a ride?

Sierra: Yeah. Mom's picking me up out front.

Lauren: All right. Will you do me a favor? Will you go wait out by the guard desk so I know that you're safe?

Sierra: Of course. See you Saturday.

Lauren: All right. Okay. Thanks again.

Sierra: My pleasure.

Lauren: Bye.

Kevin: Hi, Lauren. What's happening?


Next on "The Young and the Restless"...

Kevin: Lauren, you have to help me. There's no one else that I could turn to.

Ashley: Phyllis and Damon what?

Jack: It seems our good friend and colleague didn't waste any time when he found out my wife and I were getting divorced

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