Monday Y&R Transcript 6/28/04

Y&R Transcript Monday 6/28/04 -- Canada, Tuesday 6/29/04 -- U.S.A.

By Boo
Proofread by Emma

Phyllis: I'm so ready for this.

Michael: Why? You got it great. You're lollygagging around all day, rich, soon-to-be-ex-husband picking up the tab.

Phyllis: Oh, come on. You know that's not me. (Groans)

Michael: What are you doing?

Phyllis: Trying to move the desk. Jeez.

Michael: Oh. You had me worried. So Neil Winters is your new boss now?

Phyllis: Yeah, yeah. He's the onl-- he's the only one I report to. I am, uh, I'm running the internet content department.

Michael: This late at night?

Phyllis: Well, you know, a girl has to put her own touches in her office. You know, Victoriaís style and mine, they're totally different.

Michael: You're taking over Victoriaís office?

Phyllis: Yeah, you know, she hasn't been here in ages.

Michael: So I suppose you got a new title and everything, huh?

Phyllis: Oh, I'm not into things like titles-- you know that-- as long as I'm having fun. Listen, you know, we have to get together. We haven't seen each other in a really long time, Michael. What, y-you said that you have a brother in town or something?

Michael: Yes, indeed I do.

Phyllis: Oh, that's great. I bet there's a story there. I'd love to hear it, but not now, 'cause I gotta go. We'll do lunch, okay?

Michael: Yeah. Good-bye, you big phony.

Phyllis: Bye-bye.

Phyllis: Ah, horsey. I'll give this to Damon. Ahh! Yeah, please sit down, right there.

Dru: Ah! Wh-- what are you doing here? Get your big, sweaty feet off my desk.


Grace: Of course I don't think you killed someone. But is there a body?

Cameron: I don't know, Grace. Maybe there is, maybe there isnít. Honey, don't--don't look at me like that. Look, I am sorry that I scared you earlier, but I just... I needed to know if you're on my side. I can't do this without you. You are on my side, aren't you?

Grace: Yes.

Cameron: That's what I wanted to hear. (Knock on door)

Cameron: Excuse me.

Cameron: Nick, come on in.

Cameron: Just the man I wanted to see. Where do you get off telling Grace all these lies about me?

Nick: You're the liar, Cameron. And we both know it.


Daniel: And hitchhiking is kind of passť since trains are so cheap. I guess it's a lot safer than it is here in the states, but, I mean, that whole backpacking across Europe thing, it's just become... are you with me here?

Mac: Sorry. I just--I can't stop thinking about my Grandma.

Daniel: Is it the phone call you got earlier?

Mac: It didn't even sound like her, Daniel.

Daniel: She was totally blitzed, huh?

Mac: It's like she's defying everyone. Or she thinks she is-- locked up in her room, drowning herself in vodka. That's exactly what she's doing. She's drowning herself, killing herself.

Daniel: That must make you feel pretty helpless.

Mac: Why is she doing this? What made her so unhappy? She has a daughter who I know she loves... a wonderful new man in her life.

Daniel: How old is she?

Mac: Old enough to know better than to act like this. Sorry.

Daniel: No, no, it's okay. Don't be.

Mac: I'm just so frustrated. I don't know what to do. How do I help her?

Daniel: I think you need to help her by helping yourself. You need to stay strong, and just always be there for her when she needs you... right?

Mac: Right.


J.T.: Well, if it isn't the godfather.

Bobby: Oh, that's original. Is Brittany here?

J.T.: No. I thought you were in hiding.

Bobby: Not from you.

J.T.: Well, just come on in, man, make yourself at home.

Bobby: What time is she gonna get back here?

J.T.: You know, she didn't leave me a copy of her schedule. But since you're plannin' on stickin' around, I got somethin' I want to say to you.

Bobby: Oh, you know, just save it.

J.T.: You could've gotten Brittany killed.

Bobby: I don't wanna hear it.

J.T.: That situation down at the club, you didn't have that under control.

Bobby: No? The cops were right outside. I sent her outta town. She wasn't supposed to be here. Now she came back on her own, so lay off of me.

J.T.: Yeah? Well, when's the next power struggle in your gang gonna flare up? Huh? When's Brittany gonna be in the line of fire next?


Michael: (Thinking) all I want from you right now is your promise to stay calm and to do as I say.

Kevin: Okay. I will.

Michael: Now for you.

Gloria: Now, Michael...

Michael: No!

Gloria: I can help. I really can. You can't be by Kevinís side every minute. I-I'll keep him calm, I'll make sure he listens to you and does what you tell him to.


(Door opens)

Kevin: Hey.

Michael: Where you been?

Kevin: Shopping.

Michael: We got plenty of food.

Kevin: Yeah, but I thought, you're nice enough to let me stay here, I ought to contribute.

Michael: So what do you got?

Kevin: Uh, chips and dip, candy bars, beer.

Michael: You're lucky you have a tooth left in your head. It's all healthy stuff, right?

Kevin: The beer's low carb, and I got a sleeping bag, too.

Michael: Well, as long as you keep it stored in the closet. I don't want to wake up in the morning and find this place looking like a squatter's camp.

Kevin: Fine.

Michael: And no eating on the couch. Any potato chips between those cushions, curtains for you, my man.

Kevin: You got it.

(Doorbell rings)

Michael: Excuse me. Ohh!

Kevin: Who is it?

Michael: Mommy dearest.

Gloria: Surprise.


Cameron: Look, Nick, clearly, you're upset about something. Now why don't you just sit down? Let's talk about it.

Nick: I'm here to see Grace.

Cameron: Why?

Nick: That is between her and me.

Cameron: Oh. Well, honey, do you, um, want a minute alone to talk to Nick? No. Sorry, pal. She's not interested.

Nick: What'd you tell him? Answer me.

Cameron: Hey!

Nick: Grace, we trusted you.

Cameron: All right. You know what? That's enough.

Nick: Don't touch me again.

Cameron: You stay away from Grace.

Nick: Why? You afraid I'll tell her something you don't want her to hear?

Cameron: What are you gonna tell her? What are you gonna tell her, Nick? What, that I killed somebody, and now a body's rotting in the sewer? Oh, wait. You already did.


Sharon: I wish I knew what was going on over there.

Nikki: I'm sure Nicholas will be home soon.

Sharon: Unless he's in some kind of trouble. What if Grace did tell Cameron everything? You saw how desperate he is to find that body. If he thinks that Nick will try to stand in his way...

Nikki: Will you stop this? You're letting your fears run away with you. We can't worry about all these ifs. The best thing we can do is just be patient and wait for Nicholas to come home. And then we'll know what we're dealing with.

Sharon: Why did I go to that motel on New Yearís Eve? If I hadn't, none of this would be happening. What was I thinking?

Nikki: You thought you were protecting your marriage.

Sharon: I should've just been honest with Nick from the beginning.

Nikki: Well, that's true, but it's too late for that. Now we have to figure out how to get you out of this mess.


Nick: So you did tell him?

Grace: I felt he needed to know about the lies you were spreading.

Nick: They weren't lies, Grace. This guy's a killer.

Grace: Prove it.

Cameron: He can't prove it. Because the body doesn't exist, and he knows that. Right, Nick? Otherwise, you would've gone to the police.

Nick: You know damn well there's a body, which is why you were out at the ranch interrogating my wife and mother.

Cameron: I was interrogating... you know what? No matter what I do, I'm the bad guy here. For your information, I was out there on your behalf 'cause I know how your family feels about you working for me, and I didn't want anything to spoil this opportunity for you.

Nick: Oh, like I would ever work for you.

Cameron: Uh-huh. Huh. So you're, uh, you're having second thoughts about the job? Is that what I'm hearing?

Nick: Why'd you offer me that position, Cameron?

Cameron: Because I think very highly of you. Or I did until right now.

Nick: That is a crock. You're up to something.

Cameron: Let me ask you something, Nick. Did you ever intend to work for me, or was it all just a ploy on your part?

Nick: You want to talk about ploys? What about when you dropped that project in my lap on New Yearís Eve... so I'd be stuck at the office while you had your way with my wife? But it didn't really work out for you, did it? You got a little too rough with her, and she knocked you out and dragged your body behind the dumpster.

Cameron: I can't believe-- I can't believe that Sharon has gotten you to buy this garbage! Come on!

Nick: Oh, I'm wrong, Cameron? Then why don't you set me straight? Enlighten me. What really happened on New Yearís Eve?


Mac: Sorry about getting so emotional earlier.

Daniel: No, please stop apologizing. I really don't mind at all.

Mac: Not much of a date, am I?

Daniel: Actually, I think you are the perfect date.

Mac: Okay. So enough about all my problems.

Daniel: Okay. Let's talk about mine. I'm just kidding.

Mac: Are you?

Daniel: Right now, sitting here with you, I don't think I have a care in the world. But, hey, if you really want to dig into some juicy angst...

Mac: I happen to know that you have some. Not to pry, I just...

Daniel: You couldn't if your tried, Mac. To tell you the truth, you're right. There have been a lot of things that have been bothering me, too, lately.


Phyllis: Did you just make a slanderous comment about my feet?

Dru: Yes, I did. Get your dogs off the desk.

Phyllis: Uh, are you the furniture police?

Dru: No, no, actually, I am the new Director of the Consolidated Cosmetics Division here at Newman Enterprises.

Phyllis: Oh, in your dreams.

Dru: No, it's true. Get outta my office.

Phyllis: No, I'm sorry. This is my office. Are you here to visit your husband?

Dru: No, I'm not. Can you get it through your thick skull-- wait, I'm sorry, I forgot, you're special. Let me tell you again. I am the Director of the newly Consolidated Cosmetics Division here at Newman Enterprises. Yeah. Yeah. I have a job here. And now you work for me, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Do you see me laughing? Do you see the--the humor? Yeah. No, no, no. I am the Vice President of, um...

Dru: Yeah, yeah. What?

Phyllis: Internet Operations.

Dru: You are so bogus. You just made that up.

Phyllis: I did not.

Dru: Phyllis, whatever it is, whatever your internet gig is, its sub of--

Phyllis: Substantially more important than what you do here.

Dru: You know what? Do you know what? I am the Cosmetics Division.

Phyllis: Uh-huh.

Dru: Mm-hmm. Whatever I tell you to put on the internet, you're gonna put on the internet. Do you understand me?

Phyllis: Oh, my. Oh, my.

Dru: Right. You have nothing to say about the cosmetics, not the style, not the fragrance. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Phyllis: I cannot believe the words comin' out of your mouth.

Dru: What's so unbelievable, Phyllis?

Phyllis: Well, you go ahead and do what you have to do, but do it somewhere else. Because I was here first. This is my office.


Bobby: So what are you, Brittanyís father now?

J.T.: No. I'm her friend, a friend that doesn't want to see her get hurt again.

Bobby: Yeah, neither do I.

J.T.: I never said you did, but the line of business you're in and the people you work with-- they're dangerous.

Bobby: Obviously, you don't read a newspaper, because they're all going away for a long time.

J.T.: Yeah? Yeah, one of them was the boss, right?

Bobby: Yeah, so?

J.T.: So now there's gonna be a new boss.

Bobby: Kid, it's not like it is in the movies.

J.T.: Well, how is it? Tell me how you're gonna stop somebody from coming in your club and shooting the place up or blowing it up or trying to electrocute somebody just to get your attention. Can you guarantee that's not gonna happen, Bobby?

Bobby: There's no guarantees in life.

J.T.: Yeah. It's a dangerous world, right? But you live in a lot more dangerous part of it than the rest of us. You go looking for trouble.

Bobby: So one thing happens, and all of a sudden, it's a war zone.

J.T.: One thing? One thing, Bobby? Try two. Brittany gets electrocuted, and then she's in the middle of a shoot-out.

Bobby: What shoot-out? There weren't any guns fired. Get off.

J.T.: Yeah, this time. Come on, Marsino. At least admit that that's more danger than most people see in their entire life. Be honest. She's in a lot more danger with you than she is with Raul.

Bobby: I don't see the difference. With him, she's gonna die of boredom. Just take your pick.

J.T.: You said it's not like the movies. But, see, that's exactly what Brittanyís into. Hey, she thinks this is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to her. You're cashing in on this movie thing because she thinks you're part of the scene-- you know, the cool mob guy. But it's really not that cool, is it?

Bobby: I don't know. You tell me. Isn't there some course you take at your school that teaches you all about life without having to live it?

J.T.: I'm not an idiot, Bobby.

Bobby: No, but you are ignorant.

J.T.: The people you do business with are violent, man. That's how they operate.

Bobby: I don't have to listen to you.

J.T.: Well, don't listen. Don't listen to me. I'll listen to you if you can tell me if how being with you is safe for Brittany.

Bobby: Because I'm watching out for her. She's the most important thing in my life.

J.T.: Yeah, this week. How about next week and the week after? You gonna take care of her?

Bobby: Yeah, I'm gonna marry her. That means every week.


Nikki: Here's some tea. I thought it might calm your nerves.

Sharon: Thank you. You know, I've been thinking about what you said-- about going back and hiding the body so no one will ever find it. Maybe that's what we should do.

Nikki: Sharon that was just a suggestion.

Sharon: Yeah, but that makes a lot of sense.

Nikki: Not if Nicholas is right and Cameronís having you followed. I mean, what would you say to the police if they caught you? Oh, you just happened to be wandering the sewer and stumbled across a corpse?

Sharon: Do you think that Cameron is really setting me up like Nick said?

Nikki: It's very possible.

Sharon: But how? I'm not linked to that body in any way.

Nikki: As far as you know.

Sharon: What do you mean?

Nikki: Well, look, whoever he is or was, he's wearing the same suit that Cameron had on New Yearís Eve. Now if the police examine that, they could find something that links to you. I don't know-- a strand of your hair, a drop of blood, something.

Sharon: You know what? I didn't even think of that. The way he attacked me, my DNA could be all over those clothes. How would I explain that to the police?

Nikki: You would tell them the truth and say that Cameron got violent with you.

Sharon: But I went back and hid the body. I tried to hide it. In the eyes of the law, that makes me look guilty. They'll charge me with murder. I can't let anyone find that body. I can't, Nikki. I have to get rid of it.

Nikki: Sharon...

Sharon: You don't have to help me, okay? I'll just do it by myself.

Nikki: How can you do this by yourself?

Sharon: I don't know. I'll figure out a way, or I'll ask Larry Warton to help me.

Nikki: No, no, you will do no such thing. There may very well be a day that we have to move that body, God help us. But right now the best thing to do is just wait for Nicholas to get back. There's no point in speculating.

Sharon: I still can't believe how far Cameron went to try to get back at me.

Nikki: Well, I can't believe that you confided in Grace.

Sharon: I know you think that was a mistake.

Nikki: I hope I am proven wrong. I cannot tell you how much I hope that, but I'll never forget the horrible things she did to you and Nicholas-- never.

Sharon: Believe me, neither will I. But like Nick said, desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now grace is our best hope.

(Door opens)

Sharon: Oh, Nick, I'm so glad you're back. What happened? Victor.


"The Young and the Yestless" will continue.


Michael: Gloria, you're not supposed to be here for another week-- after Kevin and I got situated, remember?

Gloria: Michael, is that any way to greet your mother, huh?

Michael: I just don't like to be caught off guard.

Gloria: I was just so anxious to be with my two handsome sons. How are you, sweetheart?

Kevin: Hi, Mom. I'm good. Michael got the charges against me dropped.

Gloria: See? I always knew he was a genius. Kevin, be a dear, will you? The rest of my luggage is out in the hall. (Sighs)

Michael: The rest of your luggage? You're only supposed to be here a week or two, remember?

Gloria: Michael, the boots took up almost a whole suitcase.

Michael: (Scoffs) well, how did you get that all up here, anyway?

Gloria: The taxi driver. Such a sweetheart. Pretty cute, too. (Sighs) Michael, your apartment is... incredible. So this is how an important lawyer lives, huh?

Kevin: Not important enough to spring for a 3-bedroom, so you get the extra bedroom, and I have to sleep on the couch.

Gloria: I am so excited. Finally, we have a chance to be a real family.

Michael: Look, I don't wanna rain on anybody's parade here, far be it from me. But we're not a real family. We're people who happen to be related living in my apartment, so you're gonna have to follow my rules.

Kevin: He's been a real stick in the mud.


Cameron: You know, I'm tired of talking about New Yearís Eve.

Nick: Is that because you have something to hide?

Cameron: No. It's because it was six months ago, and I'm bored with it.

Nick: Well, maybe you'd feel better talking to the police.

Cameron: Trust me, pal. You know what? I would like nothing better than to bring the authorities into this.

Nick: Oh, why is that because there's something you'd like them to find?

Cameron: Excuse me?

Nick: You know what I'm talking about.

Grace: Don't listen to him, Cameron. He's trying to trick you into saying something incriminating. It's the same thing he did with me.

Nick: He's using you, Grace.

Grace: Cameron? You're the one who made up these horrible lies about the man I love, tried to get me to betray him.

Nick: Everything I said to you about him is the truth.

Grace: Oh, would you give it up already? You know, I really shouldn't be surprised. You've been taking advantage of me for years. Like when Sharon found out we slept together, who took the fall for that one, huh? I did. I was practically forced out of town, and what happened to you? You got back together with your wife.

Nick: That has nothing to do with this.

Grace: Of course it does! What, you think nothing's changed? You can still push me around? News flash. Those days are over.

Nick: What about New Yearís Eve?

Cameron: Oh, for the love of God, would you just let it go?

Nick: No, no, no, 'cause here's the deal. She already told me that you were in that motel room with Sharon, not on your way to the Caribbean. So which is it, Cameron? Who am I supposed to believe?


Victor: What did I interrupt?

Sharon: Nothing. I just thought you were Nicholas.

Victor: Uh-huh. Something wrong?

Sharon: No, Nicholas went into town awhile ago. I was just starting to get worried, but... I should be getting home.

Nikki: Let me know when you hear from him, okay?

Sharon: Uh, sure. 'Night.

Victor: There's something I should know about?


Dru: Phyllis, Phyllis, Phyllis. Corporate protocol dictates that you don't just claim real estate as though you're, um, Christopher Columbus.

Phyllis: I can, and I did. Possession is 9/10ths of the law, Drucilla.

Dru: You're a squatter. Yes, you are, and I don't know why we're having this conversation anyway. I outrank you.

Phyllis: Oh, real? Well, I gotta be honest with ya. (Sniffs) you are pretty rank.

Dru: Hey, a little internet humor there? Very funny.

Phyllis: There are plenty of offices in this building, Drucilla-- plenty of nice offices. Nice little cubicles for you to inhabit, okay? Hopefully, you can find one on the opposite end of the building so we don't have to see or hear from each other.

Dru: You know what? I can make that happen for you if you just trot on up to the third floor. Oodles and oodles of cubbyholes that we could squeeze you and your laptop into.

Phyllis: How are your bald spots?

Dru: Excuse me?

Phyllis: Yeah, your bald spots on your head. See, your head is swelling up so big, they're gonna be bigger and bigger.

Dru: You know what? You know what, Phyllis?

Phyllis: Come back down to earth.

Dru: Don't worry about my head or my hair. Everything's fine. You know what? I've got a really big job to do here today. I don't have time to fool around with you. In fact, I'm thinking about naming this whole division the Drucilla Winters Division. How you think, hmm? Now if it were up to me, I would have you turn into a fruit fly, and I would just swat you outta here.

Phyllis: Oh, I'd love to see you swat me outta here like a fruit fly. I would like to see you try.

Dru: (Chuckles)


Nikki: So how was your day?

Victor: Don't ask me about my day. What's going on with you and Sharon? I mean, why were you so jumpy when I came in?

Nikki: Victor, I'm not gonna get into that. Nicholas doesn't want me to.

Victor: What do you mean, Nicholas doesn't want you to?

Nikki: Trust me, the less you know, the better.

Victor: Better for who? Does this mean my boy's in over his head, and you don't want me to know how far?

Nikki: Victor... you're trying to heal your relationship with your son. Part of that is trusting him. And you know one of his biggest complaints is that you don't let him be his own man. This is a chance to show that you can. Darling, please don't interfere.

Victor: Wait a minute. What's going on? I mean, I come in here, and you and Sharon are all secretive, and she suddenly walks out of the room. What's going on?


J.T.: You're gonna marry Brittany?

Bobby: Just forget I said that.

J.T.: Did you ask her?

Bobby: Let's just drop this.

J.T.: Does she even know that you were gonna ask her?

Bobby: Look, I said drop it.

J.T.: Yeah, and I asked if this was still in the fantasy stage.

Bobby: I'm telling you it's none of your business, and I'd appreciate if you didn't say anything to her. Just let me handle this. Don't blow it for me.

J.T.: She's 20 years old, Bobby.

Bobby: So what? In case you haven't noticed, she's a full-grown woman. I'm not asking your permission. I'm telling you. You say something to her about this, I swear I'm gonna--

J.T.: Yeah, yeah, I know. You're gonna have to hurt me. I get it.

Bobby: Yeah, and I'm not kiddin'. I just might.


Gloria: You just tell us your rules, sweetheart, and we'll follow 'em to the letter. Won't we, Kevin?

Michael: Okay. Okay. Rule number one. No visitors that I haven't approved.

Kevin: Well, that's not a problem. It's not like I have any friends.

Michael: Well, I was really talking to Gloria, Kevin. No men. The minute you bring a guy in here, you're out.

Gloria: But I don't even know any men in Genoa City.

Michael: Yet.

Gloria: Michael! I'm here for you and Kevin, not to find a man.

Michael: Yeah, right.

Kevin: So is that it, Michael? No visitors--

Michael: When I decide to bring company of my own into the house, I expect you two to make yourself scarce.

Gloria: So where will we go?

Michael: I'll put you up in a hotel--my treat.

Gloria: Of course. You probably have lady friends who spend the night occasionally--

Michael: No, no, no, let's not go there. That's none of your business.

Gloria: Well, I only meant that sometimes you need your privacy, and I understand that.

Michael: And there are things here that I would prefer not to be touched. That--that, for example.

Kevin: That?

Michael: That.

Kevin: It's, uh, it's nice.

Michael: It's expensive. But primarily, it has sentimental value, and it could break very easily.

Gloria: Well, I think I can handle that, Michael. I'm your mother, not Bigfoot.

Michael: Well, actually, I'm directing my warning to Kevin here. He can tend to be a bit rambunctious.

Kevin: So I'm high on freedom, Mikey. Sue me.

Michael: My point is I'm just used to living alone. I like everything orderly, and everything in its... proper place.

Kevin: Okay, if you're talking about the dishes that I left in the sink, I was--

Michael: Now that you mention it, yeah, the dishes.

Kevin: Chill out. If I have a late night snack, I will clean up before you wake up.

Michael: I prefer you clean them when you're finished.

Kevin: Fine.

Michael: And there are nights that I need quiet.

Kevin: Oh, how--how quiet?

Michael: Well, quiet enough to read and to concentrate. I work at home sometimes.

Kevin: Meaning what? We can't watch TV? We have to tiptoe around until bedtime?

Michael: You're gonna give me attitude about this? If you're gonna give me attitude, you can sleep out in the hall.

Kevin: Well, I'm sorry, but I'm starting to get the feeling that we're not wanted here.

Michael: Oh, wow! Where did you first get that clue?

Kevin: Oh, wow, well, excuse us for being such a burden.

Michael: Oh, don't try and make me feel guilty, Kevin. I've got enough in this situation to--

Gloria: Michael's right, sweetheart. This is his place, and we'll follow his rules. I'm sure everything will be just fine. The important thing is that I'm with my beautiful boys again. Oh, life is finally coming up roses. Yahoo! (Laughs)


Nikki: By the way, speaking of secrets, you're holding a big one over me right now.

Victor: What's that?

Nikki: Your settlement offer. I don't know anything about it.

Victor: Good. And that's different, anyway.

Nikki: Why is it different?

Victor: Because Nicholas is family. The settlement offer is business, all right?

Nikki: Well, it still affects me personally.

Victor: So?

Nikki: Just tell me. What are you going to do at the board meeting tomorrow?

Victor: I wanna present my offer, that's all.

Nikki: Well, yeah, but what is your offer going to be? You told me that it was gonna make me look good, but what does that mean in dollars and cents?

Victor: You will find out along with the rest of them.

Nikki: Don't you think I should be prepared? At least tell me what the stipulation is.

Victor: No.

Nikki: Come on. Will it really make a difference if you give me a peek at the settlement?

Victor: Stop trying. I'm not gonna do it. You have to wait till tomorrow when I tell everyone. That's my final word.


Daniel: Why is it family stuff is, like, the worst?

Mac: You mean because of how it weighs on you? Well, family's the core. It's supposedly what centers you, and when things get all messed up there, it throws you off-kilter everywhere else.

Daniel: Yeah, it really plays with your head when the people that you're supposed to trust the most...

Mac: Somebody let you down pretty bad. Is it your Mom?

Daniel: It's so complicated.

Mac: It always is.

Daniel: You know, I don't wanna bring you down, Mac.

Mac: You can talk to me. I can at least listen.

Daniel: I told you my parents got divorced when I was really young. Well, it was always shrouded in secrecy. I remember my Dad kept hammering into me, "son, it's not your fault. Don't you ever think that."

Daniel: Until it's like... how can it not be my fault when he's constantly bringing it up? And then you're 5, and your Mom's just gone. (Sniffles) and all of a sudden, you're flying around in airplanes and living out of a suitcase, and every time you ask, "what happened to my life, Dad? What happened to my Mother?" He's just all, "there, there, son. You'll understand when you're older." But you know what? I am older. I'm a man, and they still won't tell me. It's like there's some big secret that everybody's keeping from me.

Daniel: And that really screws you up, you know? I mean, I ask myself all the time, "who the hell am I? And who can I trust? And who are all these people that are fighting for my loyalty when they can't even be straight with me?"

Mac: It's all right.

Daniel: Thanks. Thanks.

Mac: Are you okay?

Daniel: Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I don't know what that was.

Mac: It was you being honest about your feelings.

Daniel: Some pair, huh?

Mac: Yeah, really.

Daniel: Well, I still had a really good time tonight, though.

Mac: Me too. But it is getting kind of late, and I have to get some sleep. I have to be at the rec center really early.

Daniel: Okay. Can I walk you out?

Mac: You don't need a ride?

Daniel: No, it's just a couple of blocks. I'll walk.

Mac: Okay.

Mac: Nice night, too.

Daniel: Yeah. Extremely nice.

Mac: Well, thanks again for the tea.

Daniel: Anytime.

Mac: So I'll see you tomorrow.


Phyllis: Drucilla, Drucilla, we all know that internet services are the reason that a company succeeds or fails.

Dru: Like Newman Enterprises was hanging by a thread until you came along.

Phyllis: Well, if you wanna sell your merchandise, you need me. Let's face it, okay? My unique quality, my expertise, my personality on computer screens all over the planet are gonna make or break this company.

Dru: Your personality is nothing but a world of trouble.

Phyllis: I'm not gonna have this argument with you. See, you're ignorant in this field, okay? This is my office. Neil gave it to me, okay? My stuff is in the drawers. My computer is hooked up, okay? You're out. Do you understand that?

Dru: Let me tell you what I understand-- that computers can be unplugged and papers--

Phyllis: Are you gonna go complain to your husband? Because Neil Winters does not operate that way, okay? He gave me this office. This is my office. I have my own title, all right? Let me tell you something. Let me tell you something. The only reason he gave you a title is to keep you off the streets, so why don't you be a good little girl and go play on the freeway? (Squeaking) (squeaking stops) (squeaking resumes)


Nikki: I can't believe how stubborn you're being.

Victor: It's a quality that has served me well over the years in business.

Nikki: You know, there are certain rewards for being flexible.

Victor: What would those be?

Nikki: Well, I don't think I can tell you, knowing how you feel about mixing business and pleasure.

Victor: Mm-hmm. Well, that doesn't apply here, though, does it?

Nikki: Oh, my God.

Victor: What?

Nikki: You're not suggesting what I think you are-- consorting with the enemy the night before a very important meeting? No, if we're gonna play by the rules, I think you'll have to sleep in a guest room tonight.

Victor: Well, if that's the price I have to pay, then I'm gonna declare a moratorium.

Nikki: On what?

Victor: Well, not on your kisses. There are some things I can do without, but you're not one of them.


Nick: So what's the deal, Grace? Was Cameron in that motel room or not?

Grace: No.

Nick: Why'd you tell me he was?

Grace: I made it all up.

Nick: Now why in the hell would you do that?

Grace: You were pressuring me. It had me so confused, I couldn't keep things straight. I was just trying to get you off my case.

Nick: Grace, come on.

Cameron: All right, you know what? You got your explanation. It's time for you to go.

Nick: You're making a big mistake.

Cameron: Hey! You walking out, or am I throwing you out?

Nick: Look, I know what you're up to. Let me tell you something. It's not gonna work, because I'm gonna be one step ahead of you.

Cameron: Yeah. Right.

Nick: Oh, and one more thing.

Cameron: Uhh!

Nick: That's for what you did to my wife in Denver.


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

Michael: You could be looking at criminal charges.

Sharon: Are you telling me that I could go on trial? I could be convicted for this?


Victor: I told my wife that I wanna settle this as soon as possible.

Jack: So what is the magic number?

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